Of Art and Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 4)

I have a large tub of triple-chocolate ice cream. Yay.

                                                                                                                                       Oh dear. Just . . . just . . . Oh my.

  You slowly slid down the door, despite being able to feel the Lady pounding at the door on the other side. OH. MY. D-DEAR.

  Ib looked down at the blue rose in her hand. She started to think about putting the rose in the vase . . . A little obvious but hey, she’s nine. You can’t say anything against her because she is cute. There.                                                                                                                                                Though meanwhile, you were holding her hand rather tightly. She turned to you, kind of weirded out. “That . . . that . . . I think I broke her nose. C-cool.” You said, staring at the floor as you felt more bangs come from the other side of the door, along with the sound of scratching, presumably her clawing at the door.

  She raised an eyebrow at you, though she made a tiny hint of a smile when you were still staring at the floor. “I think we should put this rose in the vase up there.”                                                                                                                               You then looked up at her, turning your weary frown into a lively smile. “Let’s.”                      

   You stood up, still holding onto her hand, and walked over to the vase. You were now standing in front of the vase. Ib reached up and placed the rose in the vase. It only took an amazing four seconds as all the beautiful, rich blue coloured petals grew back. You just stood there and watched in amazement. Ib grabbed the rose out of the vase and handled it with great ease, walking back towards the other hallway. You ran up behind her, trying to keep up.                                                                                                                               Just before entering the hallway, Ib looked up at you and said, “ . . .If you keep that rose in your hair, you might lose it.” And continued walking. Oh yeah. The white rose~

        “Sometimes called ‘The Flower Of Light’, one of the meanings of white roses is everlasting love – love stronger than death, an eternal love, undying and all sustaining.”

  Well, you could take it down in a few minutes. After you check back to the hallway, that is. You’ll set it somewhere else after.

   You walked up behind Ib, who was crouching down in front of the man on the floor.

     “ . . . . . . Mmm . . . .” He slowly pushed himself up of the floor, so that he was on his hands and knees.                                                                                                                 “. . . . . . . . . . What’s this? The pain’s gone . . . ah?” He took a second to actually notice the both of you were there.

       “Eek!” Haven’t really heard a guy shriek like that . . . Hehe. Heeeeeehhhh . . .

     He jumped back very quickly. “Wh- . . . What is it NOW?! T-there’s nothing left for you to take, I tell you!!” . . . And we can already see this guy’s a fun time waiting to happen.                                                                                                                                                 “W- . . . wait . . . Dear me, could you be . . . someone from the gallery . . .?!” He seemed very happy. Despite this, there was something you just had to point out.

  “That very much so rhymed . . .” HAD TO. HAD TOOOO. There was a small pause as he glanced at you strangely. Who cares about first impressions? You’re probably going to have lots of time to get to know each other better, seeing as this place is huge. -_-                                                                                                                                      He quickly turned his attention back to the situation, however. “S-so you are! Oh, thank heavens! There’s someone here besides me!” He softened his facial expression to a smile.

   [----------------Later-------------]

 “So I see . . . You guys don’t have any clue how things got to this point, either.” He said, frowning and looking down at the floor. “It would seem we wound up in very similar situations, I have to say . . . Even down to these roses. Wounds appear on me when my rose loses its petals . . .”

  “I thought I as a goner back there . . . Thank you for getting it back.” He said, taking a deep breath. You smirked.  “No problem at all. Despite her age, she’s very brave. And it was very, very fun to kick a Painting Lady in the face.” You giggled. “That’s going to hurt in the morning!” You giggled some more. He chuckled slightly. Oh well, like we said: Fun time WAITING TO HAPPEN.

   “ . . . Now, first things first, we’d better find a way out. I think I’ll go mad if I stay in this dreadful place too long . . .” He glanced down at the floor again. “Ah! I still haven’t asked for either of your names! My, that was rude of me! Well, my name’s Garry. And you are?” He smiled kindly.                                                                                                         “Ib.” She said it in the same tone she used when she met you. And the same tone she always speaks in. With low emotion . . . This just kept you wondering about her.      

  “And my name is         .” You said with a cheerful smile.

“Ib and          . . . .” He said, testing your names. “I can’t very well leave two girls to wander around in danger, no, no. So I’ll go with you! Okay?”

          “Now, let’s go, Ib and       !” Oh, you could feel the epicness of the moment.

But then Garry ruined it when he walked forward down the hall and fell back shrieking when a wiggly-tongued painting spit blue stuff onto the floor.

   “HYEEEEK!” He stared at the floor in front of him for a few seconds.                                   “Oh, how very manly of you, Garry!” You said in a fake dramatic voice, grinning. He blushed a little bit. “I . . . I was just a bit started! R-really, that’s all it was! . . . Anywaaayyy . . . Let’s keep going, and watch out for such bizarre things as that.”

     Riiiiiiigggghhhhtt. Suuuurrrreee . . .