Mad Father Ib The Witch's House (The Mad Witch's Ib) crossover
Aya Drevis was sitting in her room, reading a book. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. She ran downstairs to the entrance hall to open the door, but her mother was already there.
"Oh," Monika Drevis exclaimed. "The painting I ordered! Thank you!" She took the large painting from the man standing by the door and carried it inside.
"Mom, what is that?" Aya asked.
"It's a painting by the artist, Guertena."
"Cool!" Said Aya happily.
She went back to her room and sat down on her bed. She felt as if there were something wrong with the painting, something was slightly unsettling about it.
It's probably nothing. She told herself. After a while, though, she began to get curious, so she quietly tip-toed into her parents' bedroom. The painting was hung up on the left side of the room, next to a wardrobe and a bookshelf. Aya felt drawn to it, as if there were a magnet inside of it.
"Stop!"
Aya whipped around. A girl with brown and red eyes was standing in the doorway.
"Wh...who are you?" Aya stuttered, backing against the painting.
"No! Don't do that! You'll..."
Aya suddenly toppled backwards into the painting. She opened her mouth to let out a scream, but nothing happened. She knew she was falling, but it felt more like something, or someone was dragging her down.
She landed with a sickening thud in a pure white room.
As Aya slowly got to her feet, she noticed a vase with three flowers inside it. She didn't see what colour they were though, because someone had just landed on her.
"Sorry!" It was the strange girl from the bedroom. "I had to come after you."
"Who are you?" Aya sat up, rubbing her head.
The strange girl ignored her and stood up, as if nothing had happened and walked over to the vase.
Aya could now see that the flowers were roses; one was dark blue, the other red and another was green.
"You'll need this." The girl handed Aya the blue rose. It seemed to glow softly in her hand.
"Who are you?" Aya repeated, this time more strongly.
The girl turned to face her, holding the red and green roses. "My name is Ib. I've been here before."
Aya nodded, and stood up. Then what are these roses for?
As if she had read Aya's mind, Ib answered the unspoken question.
"That rose is your life. If all of the petals fall off, you will die. It's the same with these two," Ib frowned at the green rose. "obviously someone else is here. A petal has already fallen off this one."
"Someone's hurt?" Aya stared around the room, looking for a way out.
There's no way out.
Aya gasped. A voice had just sounded in her head.
"So you heard it too?" Ib looked scared. "I know exactly who that is."
"Who? Can we kill them?"
Ib shook her head. "No, she's not evil."
"She? You mean someone who was trapped in this painting like us?"
"No. She is part of the world of Guertena." Ib said.
"So how are we going to get out?" Aya started panicking.
"Don't worry, I know the way." Ib pushed on a seemingly random part of the wall. It fell away, leaving a pitch-black passageway.
Aya stepped forward cautiously, but Ib held her back.
"I can hear something." She whispered.
Aya listened hard. She heard sobbing. It sounded like a girl.
"She's not far away, let's go!" Ib rushed down the hallway, but Aya yelled after her.
"Stop! We don't know what's down there! It could be anything!" Aya shouted at Ib.
Ib turned to face Aya. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, a hand reached out of the wall and grabbed her.
"Ib!" Aya screamed, rushing over to the wall and pounding it repeatedly.
"You can't get in."
Aya turned around slowly. A girl with lilac hair and golden eyes was walking towards Aya.
"You might as well face it," She continued. "she's gone. The hand took my friend, too."
Aya glanced around the passageway again, suddenly noticing that a lamp had turned on, making everything visible.
"Will you help me find them?" Aya asked the girl.
"I guess so. My name's Ellen by the way." She said.
"I'm Aya," Aya smiled. "how did you get here?"
"Just like you," Ellen moved past Aya and pressed her hand against the wall. "I fell."
Shock pulsed through Aya. "Wait...how did you know I-"
"I'm a witch," Ellen glanced briefly at Aya. "couldn't you tell?"
Suddenly, a large hole appeared in the wall. Aya just stared at it.
"Well?" Ellen sounded impatient. "Are you gonna help your friend, or what?"

Ib struggled against the hand, but she was powerless. The hand dropped her into a pale green room. A girl was sobbing in a corner of the room, her head in her hands.

"Hello?" Ib said cautiously. The girl looked up. She was very pretty, Ib thought, with big green eyes and golden hair tied into two messy braids.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, crawling over to Ib. "Who are you?"

"I'm Ib." Ib replied. Then she remembered the green rose. "Is this yours?" She inquired, showing the girl the green rose.

"I guess. I didn't know I was supposed to take that one."

Ib noticed a lilac rose lying in the middle of the room. "Whose rose is that?"

"I don't know. It's so pretty, I just had to have it."

Ib was about to reply when Aya and a lilac-haired girl tumbled into the room.

"Ellen!" The blonde girl got to her feet and ran over to help up her friend.

Aya crawled over to Ib, confusion in her blue eyes.

"Who's that?" She indicated the blonde girl.

"I don't know her name, but I think the green rose is hers. Who's her friend?"

"Ellen. She's a witch."

"Oh, I'm Viola. I forgot to mention." Said the blonde girl. She and Aya stood up at the same time and looked around.

"Where's the exit?" Aya looked worried.

"Up." Viola stared at the ceiling.

Ib looked up too and saw a trapdoor.

"But how do we get up there?" Aya stared at Viola as is she were mad.

"I don't know," Viola looked at Ellen. "Do you know any spells?"

Ellen shook her head. "None."

"What are we going to do?" Viola whispered.

You'll be my friends forever...

Ib clapped her hands over her ears.

"Who was that?" Viola sounded scared.

"Mary," Said Ib. "She's not evil, in case you're wondering. She just wants us to be her friends."

"Well she has a great way of showing it." Ellen muttered sarcastically.

"Is she...was she trapped in here?" Asked Viola.

"No. She's a painting." Ib glanced around the room again, searching for a secret way out, maybe. Nothing.

"Just how many of these 'paintings' want to trap us here?" Ellen raised an eyebrow.

"Well...most of them want to kill us." Ib admitted.

"Most?" Aya said. "The others?"

"I don't think they really care. Or maybe they can't move."

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. Ib was thrown back against the wall, and hit her head on something hard. Everything went black.
Teehee...