That place did something. I'm not sure why... I'm not sure about a lot of things in regards to it, honestly. Maybe it's so that people can't try and find it again if they escape, or just a strange after effect...
Either way, when we finally found the painting that started it all and made our way back... It was as if nothing had happened at all. I found myself back in the art gallery, just looking at paintings. Paintings that pulled themselves from their frames to try and kill you, dolls that followed you around demanding you stay and play with them, mannequins that came to life and struck out... I didn't remember a bit of it.
So I just kept going on about my business, until I found myself standing in front of this one statue of an enormous rose. I was just admiring it when I heard a small voice ask me what I was looking at. This small girl, who I would have sworn I had never seen before, was right besides me. I told her what it was called, mentioned how strangely familiar it seemed to me, and then turned away to leave.
If I hadn't reached into my pocket for something, then I probably would have just kept going. But, when I did, I found something strange. Something that wasn't mine. It was a lovely girl's handkerchief, stained with bright red blood and in one corner had bright red stitching with two letters. "Ib".
The two of us realized that it was hers. As I stared at it more, everything started to come back. I had gotten this handkerchief in a dreadful place, when a painting on fire had shattered and the glass had cut into my hand. [He shifts his hand around so that Saionji can see it. From the knuckle of his thumb and going across the rest of his hand is a long pale scar.]
She had something of mine, too- a piece of candy I'd given to her after she'd fallen asleep in that place and awoke from a nightmare. With those things, we remembered just what had happened to us and we had proof that it hadn't been something just in our heads.
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Either way, when we finally found the painting that started it all and made our way back... It was as if nothing had happened at all. I found myself back in the art gallery, just looking at paintings. Paintings that pulled themselves from their frames to try and kill you, dolls that followed you around demanding you stay and play with them, mannequins that came to life and struck out... I didn't remember a bit of it.
So I just kept going on about my business, until I found myself standing in front of this one statue of an enormous rose. I was just admiring it when I heard a small voice ask me what I was looking at. This small girl, who I would have sworn I had never seen before, was right besides me. I told her what it was called, mentioned how strangely familiar it seemed to me, and then turned away to leave.
If I hadn't reached into my pocket for something, then I probably would have just kept going. But, when I did, I found something strange. Something that wasn't mine. It was a lovely girl's handkerchief, stained with bright red blood and in one corner had bright red stitching with two letters. "Ib".
The two of us realized that it was hers. As I stared at it more, everything started to come back. I had gotten this handkerchief in a dreadful place, when a painting on fire had shattered and the glass had cut into my hand. [He shifts his hand around so that Saionji can see it. From the knuckle of his thumb and going across the rest of his hand is a long pale scar.]
She had something of mine, too- a piece of candy I'd given to her after she'd fallen asleep in that place and awoke from a nightmare. With those things, we remembered just what had happened to us and we had proof that it hadn't been something just in our heads.