"Wow... this place is getting creepier by the second," Garry shivered, his violet hair shaking as he twitched due to nervousness.
Wrapping his arms around his chest, he glanced around the semi-dark hallways.
The hall was pretty much empty - save for the small table with a vase, and a few paintings that were hung on the grey walls.
"Ahah!" His eyes lit up as he strode quickly over to the vase, pulling out the wilting blue rose from his pocket. He swiftly dropped the rose into the vase, almost instantly feeling refreshed. "Damn paintings," he murmured. "If only they'd stop trying to kill me, then I may start to feel better about this place."
Silence followed, and Garry face palmed. "And...now I'm talking to myself," he spoke, his voice muffled by his hand.
"Is someone there?"
Garry whipped his head round, eyes wide and alert. Did he really just hear another person's voice!? Winding his slender fingers around the rose's stem, he pulled it back out of the vase and tucked it back into his coat pocket. He didn't speak a word, wondering who it could be. It was possible that the art gallery was just playing tricks on him.
"W-Who are you?" Garry hesitantly shouted back, attempting to conceal himself beside a painting, so he could see the other 'person' before they saw him. Best to be safe rather than sorry, right?
"M-My name is (Your Name)," the voice spoke quietly, so quiet that Garry had to strain his ears to hear the delicate little voice. "Are you part of the gallery?" He questioned, wishing that this person really was someone he could actually relate with. Someone that was in the same position as him.
"N-No," the fragile, feminine voice replied. "I d-don't even know how I got here..."
Garry finally came out of his hiding place, his eyes falling upon a girl that looked roughly a few years younger than him. But just a few. Once he saw her, his heart literally skipped a beat. Not only had he found another true human, but he had also found the most beautiful person alive. With her gorgeous [h/c] hair and her dazzling [e/c] eyes, it was enough to make the male instantly fall in love.
The girl's frightened eyes brightened up when she saw Garry, and she came running towards him. "I thought I was alone!" She gasped, suddenly falling into the male's chest. A dark blush ran across Garry's cheeks, as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. "I d-did too," he gulped.
She pulled away - much to his dismay - and stared up at him. "The paintings are really freaky... I practically got chased all the way here by one... I think it was called 'The Lady in Red' or something..."
"Yes, they do tend to do that. They freak me out too," Garry commented.
"I can't believe I'm not alone here," a small smile made its way to (Your Name)'s face, a happy sigh escaping her lips. "I'm (Your Name)... But I think I already told you that.."
"O-Oh! I'm Garry!" Garry laughed nervously, mentally slapping himself for not introducing himself earlier.
"Garry? Haha, that's awesome!"
Garry found himself blushing yet again. "So, should we continue on together? It'll be safer for the both of us if we're in groups," Garry glanced away, attempting to conceal his red cheeks. "Sure!" (Your Name) grinned. "I'd love to!"
"Great," Garry smiled, falling deeper and deeper in love with the girl with each passing second.
"Then let's go!" (Your Name) laughed, running down a random corridor.
"H-Hey wait! You don't know where you're going!" Garry cried.
"Yes I do! We're going to that strange little room with the dolls!"
Garry shivered, but ran after her anyway. He could deal with it, he hoped.