Of Art And Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 27) by TheNekozawaFan, literature
Literature
Of Art And Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 27)
“N-new objective?” Garry asks in a small voice, looking up at you from his sitting position on the floor. He rubs at his eye whilst looking up at you questioningly. To be honest, it would be cute if it wasn't harmful gas that had caused the effect. Still, you give him a sympathetic little smile.
“Yep, new objective. Worth roughly fifty EXP for each player, a kiss for Player 2, and maybe a bonus if completed within the time goal.”
“Player 2?” Garry awkwardly points at himself.
“Well I'm obviously Player 1, hunny, making you Player 2.” You smile down at him and giggle. He smiles back before reachi
Of Art And Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 26) by TheNekozawaFan, literature
Literature
Of Art And Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 26)
“Okay so that was a good room. I liked that room.” you mumble nervously as you walk through the now open door. “Let us see . . .” you take a step through the doorway. “What dreams may come . . .”
You're quiet for a moment as you take a few cautious steps into the hall. As you sneak forward, you can hear Garry attempting to hold in a laugh behind you. You smile and continue forward.
“Okay so this looks fin- noooooope.” you stand up straight and back up to stand beside Garry when you spot the small blue doll ahead of you. You and Garry exchange glances before slowly walking forward,
Of Art and Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 25) by TheNekozawaFan, literature
Literature
Of Art and Roses (Ib Reader Insert Pt. 25)
"A-anyways . . .” you dodge the question and turn around, heading towards the door. You hear him give a faint laugh as you continue walking. “Hey.” You begin firmly. He stops and gives you his attention, straightening his posture. “I know it's not a particularly aesthetically pleasing room, but . . .” You gesture to the door.
“Yeah, I get it. Let's just . . . take another proper look and get out quickly if there's nothing important, okay?” You nod in agreement before walking to the room, attempting to keep your calm as you opened the door.
You feel the familiar cold air as you take a step into the ro