Of Art and Roses (Ib Reader Insert Prt. 5)

I know I forgot things. Please just go with it.

    The three of you walked up to the place where the blue headless statue blocked the door.

“This is just in our way,” Garry said. “Step back a bit, would you?” He asked politely, and you and Ib did as asked. He walked over to the left side of the statue. “And . . . heave!” with this, he easily moved the statue away from the door.                                                                                    

“Daaaammmmnnnn . . .” You whispered under your breath, surprised by how easily he moved the statue away. Hehe . . heh . . . Awesome Hair Dude is just so awesome . . .

“There. Now we can proceed.” He said before opening the door for the two of you. While Ib went ahead with Garry, you stopped there and stared at the headless statue. It oddly reminded you of a Power Ranger. Yes. Because now headless Power Rangers are ganging up on you along with Painting Ladies. HUZZAH!                                                                                                               

You glared at the statue for a moment, though you were giggling on the inside from that thought. Your heart jumped when you heard Garry call from ahead: “Are you coming?” The sarcastic and annoyed side in you kind of wanted to say, “No, I’m gonna stay here, hang out with the headless Power Ranger and have a nice chat over tea.” But clearly, you didn’t want to make enemies in a place like this. Especially when you’re not even wanting to be mean, though it’s kind of hard to make a sudden comment in this place. It’s simply annoying.

  “Yeah, just getting caught in some thoughts.” You smiled a little bit and walked through the door frame, closing the door behind you and standing beside Ib and Garry. Garry on instinct smiled a little but, just since you smiled. (You know, whenever somebody laughs it kind of triggers your laugh sometimes, and for me I always return the smile if someone else smiles. SMILES. C: )                                                                                            

“So, where to now?” You bobbed on your tippy toes and smiled in a cute childish fashion. Garry looked at you curiously while Ib looked around, seemingly also asking herself this question. She pointed over to a door to the left. The three of you walked up to the door and entered. You all just stood there, seeing now that the room was a maze. Normally in situations of puzzle and horror, mazes are bad. Out of the corner of your eye, a red headless statue was about to turn the corner when the moved back the other way (Thankfully). Well, the only way this maze could get worse would be if David Bowie showed up and started singing.                                                                                  

Walking slowly back out of the room, you all stood still outside the door for a moment, then all looked at each other.

“ . . . . . . Let’s check out this room another time.”

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All of you were cautiously walking around the corner . . . *Dramatic pause* . . . A WHOLE BUNCH OF HUGE EYES STUCK UP OUT OF HOLES IN THE FLOOR! *Le gasp*

   “Yaaaah! What is THAT?! Gross is what!” Garry shrieked in alarm. “Why are there EYES on the FLOOR . . .?!”

 This causing you to giggle and blush a tiny bit. It doesn’t matter whether you know them or not, but it’s just funnily cute when a boy gets freaked out. Considering they’re not going into a cussing fit and thrashing around in terror.                                                                                            

Garry looked over at you, his face showing a slightly angry confused. You put your hands behind your back and smiled innocently. “Sorry, but you’re about the most funnily amusing person I’ve seen for the past three-four hours.” You smiled a little bit. It was really the truth, after seeing all insane painting women, headless statues and mostly all emotionless frowns from Ib, this guy really could make you giggle.

        And then you remembered you were all looking out onto a whole bunch of eyes in the floor. Well . . . . . so much for giggling.