#askfakeib

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Comment: Gomen I'm really picky with themes and colors and sdoigjklbsf-- -flails-

I love you all.

:)

-thewindywielder

askfakeib started following you

"Oooh? ~ Ib? Have you finally come back to the gallery?~" She hummed, eyes darkening with a grim smile across the blonde's features.

askfakeib started following you

Isabella blinked froze in place; easily staring into the eyes of her younger, childhood self. One question entered her mind:

Was this her before or after the Gallery…?

Feeling a sense of need, the elder rose knelt down in front of 'herself', allowing a small smile on her face.

"Hello there, Ib."

This... this strange place. It was not anything she had ever dreamed up before. She pinched her cheek... no she was awake. It was dark, lonely. Where was she now? All she did was open a door to an art gallery hoping to be able to sneak in.

But god, this was not what she expected at all.

This whole place sent shivers up her spine. She was clutching her hands to her chest as she looked around for anything to defend herself with. Anything at all.