A/N: Happy one year anniversary! On this day, one year ago, my tiny legacy that is A Black Market was formed! And since then, we've had almost 6,000 views on this story! Thanks everyone, for all the favourites, follows, and reviews! I couldn't have gotten here without you!

So in honor of the one year anniversary, I got a chapter together. It's a little short, but I wanted to make the chapter more Ib-Centric instead of switching between Mary/Garry and Ib.

I'm also considering remaking ABM. After a year of this, I'm not very pleased with my old writing style and how rushed and unclear it all was. Of course, I'm in the process of remaking a different story at the moment, so it'd be sometime after the 24th if I do decide to do it. It'd probably be remakes of chapters 1-6 or 7, depending on how appealing 7 is.

Again, thank you for everything, and enjoy the chapter!

A Black Market

An Ib Fanfiction

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Chapter 10 – A Colourless Colour

The violet hallway was probably the quietest part of the gallery. The only noise that came from anywhere was the soft, occasional patter from a girl with one petal left on her rose, limping toward the next room. Of course, there was that fear that around the next corner would be an enemy, but at this point, Ib was too tired to care. The gallery was literally draining her life away, and she was ready to just give in. Turning the next corner revealed another ragged doll, one with a small smile plastered on its face. Ib didn't mimic the smile like she normally would, but instead was able to conjure up a small one of tire. She noticed the writing next to it, and read silently in her head.

"Hi there. Take me to Daddy?"

Ib raised an eyebrow. A father? Maybe it meant Garry. But in that sense, Garry would have to be a painting. And paintings should not be that attractive.

Wait hold on-

Sigh…

Anyway, Ib decided to let it down politely. "Sorry little guy, but I don't know who your Daddy is, least of all take you to him. Again, sorry!"

After that, Ib walked away, leaving the doll behind her. Only to find the doll ahead of her. Ib did a double take, and turned around again to see that the doll had completely switched where it was sitting. Ib would've understood more if it was doing that thing where it slowly stalked from behind, but nope. There it was, no more than thirty feet in front of her. Ib decided it couldn't be such a bad idea to go check out how it moved, so she limped forward until facing the doll again.

"You're lying. Why aren't you taking me?"

"The hell…?" Ib started, looking back at where the doll was and where it currently sat.

"Listen…doll…I don't know who your dad is. So don't be an asshole." Ib then walked away from the doll, turning another corner only to find it there in front of her once again.

"Asshole? Me? Do you really hate me that much?"

The brunette decided it was better not to press and decided to ignore the doll. She turned around again, ad wasn't surprised to find the doll another thirty feet from her. Ib sighed, and limped over to the new location of the aforementioned doll.

"Why don't we play together Ib? I know lots of fun things we can do!"

Now the doll was starting to sound like Mary. For some reason, it was quite intent on bringing her with it, which Ib decided had to be a trick that would kill her. Once again, she spun away from the doll, ignoring it. She sauntered slowly down the rest of the corridor, turned a corner, and was (not surprisingly) face to face with another part to the unfathomable encounter with the doll.

"I've got lots of friends too…I'll introduce you! Mommy would love that! Or, uh, I think she would."

Oh great, now it was talking about another Ib groaned loudly and hurried away as fast as she could, her patience building up. No, she did not want to play. No, she did not want to be introduced. She wanted to go home. And as these thoughts rang through her head, she failed to notice her hand, clenched up in a fist at her side. It was just a bother when she saw the doll sitting there again, thirty feet away.

"Be here forever Ib, with Mommy and Daddy and the rest of us! Join usss…."

"Tch," Ib growled, before hurrying away even faster. She was pushing herself too hard, and she felt that her next step was going to be her last. But she needed to leave, she needed to get out, she couldn't be stuck here again…!

But the next thing she noticed was being face to face with the doll in front of the door. The doll looked up at Ib, and Ib looked down at the doll.

"Okay," Ib finally said. "How long are you going to follow me? I don't have the time or energy for this. Move."

The doll said nothing, but silently sat there, staring up at Ib. She had enough in that moment, and with all her might, kicked it straight into the wall. The doll splattered across the hall; red paint soaked the door and all the walls surrounding, and even Ib got some paint on herself. She looked around, assessing her bloody situation, and she noticed some writing in the blood.

"THAT HURTS!"

Ib laughed maniacally at the doll's despair before entering the next room. Once again, the room was a luscious violet colour, and much larger than anything she'd seen before. Ib was glad for some space, and decided her next priority would be to find a vase. Not that it wasn't important before, but it was the main focus now.

The first room Ib saw was on a section in the middle of the room. She made a right from the door she entered to reach it, touching the doorknob first. The room was locked tight, and the doorknob was suspiciously freezing. Avoid that, Ib thought to herself. She then continued right, coming to a fork. At first, she thought it'd be a good idea to investigate the room, but she saw a vase on the other side, and flew to it.

Ah, sweet relief!

The brunette sighed in pleasure as the rose returned to its full bloom. She felt better than she had in years; maybe because this is the first time she'd ever been put in such a state of weakness. An inward promise was made to herself to NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN. The rose was once again put behind her ear, and she skipped over to the doll head on the other side of the room. She just looked down at it, not bothering to read what it said, before smiling bitterly.

"It's what you deserved, you little wretch. Nothing's going to stop me~!"

Ib then faced the room next to it, and entered that. It was, like everything else, a vibrant purple colour. In it were seven pedestals, each with a name of a colour of the rainbow on it. She made sure to glance at all of them, before facing a note.

"Collect all seven balls of paint, and your bridge will be made."

Ib shrugged. "I don't have much else to do, do I? Might as well."

The brunette walked past two painting, coming across a room with a tree on the wall above it. Unsurprisingly, the door was locked, so Ib sighed and walked away. Next to a picture called "Fishing Hook" (which didn't actually have a fishing hook?) was another door, but once again, locked tight. Frustrated, she tried a door that was facing two more paintings labeled "Worry" and "Juggling" with the success of this one being open. Or at least, she had thought it was a success, but the room was covered in a red poison gas. Ib covered her mouth and looked around, finding a ball of paint lying on the floor. But with each step she took toward it, she lost another petal to her rose. Reaching the paint didn't take too long thankfully, and she was able to acquire it without a problem. The paint disappeared with her touch, and after that, she walked out of the room. Although the distance was only about three steps, by the time she was in and out, she was down to four petals. Coughing from the gas, Ib raced over to the vase, placing her rose in the water for a second time.

"What to do now…"

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I own nothing but the concept of this storyline