When the Rose Wilts

❝ How cruel. ❞

"I rather hug a blue doll then do that."

a sight that blackens in 0.1 seconds (what's with you?) - Red out, Kenshi Yonezu

     ¸ . • 🌹 ♭ •   The fear never abated - only sank into her skin like hands pulling at her - she didn't recall why she felt so scared - all she knew is her body felt like it was locking up. With a glance around - she realised the sounds of voices had faded - even the shuffle of feet and outside birds couldn't be heard. Why?

        ⎸ι'm . . ? ⎸

He was running down the hall.His fabricated heart hammered in his chest as he slowed down needing to catch his breath.He looked around raking his mind on where he was at.The layout of the world always changes but key parts stay the same.This area is usually where they wind up....Looking around his body tensed up freezing when he happened to notice her.

"It's you.......how?"

How did she end up here again?Why would she come back?Is she even real?He was lost in his own head trying to rack up what he was witnessing. She still looked the same as the day he let her go on without him...There was times the gallery tried to break him with false illusions of her and a few other's.Was this another trick?..To throw him off the trail on finding the real human lost in...He can't tell.He was afraid to find out... He found himself backing up away from her.

"You can't be here.."

. ———— υѕυвιιвαяα

    ¸ . • 🌹 ♭ •   She didn't know. Why was it always this painting that brought her to the gallery time and time again. Her parents though curious in her interest in art was unsure what she gained out of coming here empty handed time and time again. She felt like she was looking for something herself - but she could never figure out what.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎So once more without any answer provided by the still painting that hung ordinarily like the others - she went to the second place she felt fear - the messily coloured Fabricated World - other children seemed to show interest in it she found when they passed by bored with their families - but here she was standing a few paces away from it.. Like there was a fear of being sucked in.

Digits lightly skimming the walls of the galley as he walked down the hall.Taking note of the ridges and gooves of the wall,grounding himself with the sensation.Trying to distract himself from the whispering voices that prod and poke at his head.They were ever present,muttering in his ear how he could easily escape this hell hole if he merely takes someone else's place.How denying in fulling becoming apart of the gallery would only lead to his destruction.He would forever remain bound as the forgotten man. Shoving the voices aside not bothering in providing a response he paused.There felt a breeze blowing by that brought his attention.Hearing the chattering of the voices around grow louder his heart sank.A realization hit his frame as he soon found himself running down the hall. The gallery lights flickered indicating the start of the true gallery awakening up.A merge between the real and fabricated worlds was happening and a poor soul was going to be snatched.

"Nononono-Damn it."

Ib gif i had to make for class !! i put a genuinely absurd amount of hours into this for ONLY a walk cycle (i have animated like. close to never.) and its kind wonky but again... i put way too much time into this to keep it all to myself..

garry <3