paradisa | four paintings burned

[It's a (mostly) peaceful day in Paradisa. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and some guy is shrieking at the top of his lungs in absolute terror over the journals.]

[Wait, what?]

HHHYYYEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!!!! NO! NO NO NO NO NO no no no nooooooo...

No, I don't want this! I don't want you! I never wanted you! So, if you please, just go bug someone else...really, that would be the best thing!

[There's the sound of running, and then it stops and there is a slight gasp.]

Oh! Oh. Why won't...just leave me alone, okay?! I don't want to take you! Nor play your games...just go. Go! Oh...this has to be a dream. I'm dreaming, right? First the rose, now this...

[And now, Garry sounds annoyed- annoyed that the gallery is coming back to haunt him (or is it the castle's doing...? he doesn't want to think about it), annoyed that he has to be reminded of everything that he went through, especially that room...]

I don't think this is doing well at all for my mental state at all...

[He lets out a shuddering sigh and then realizes that he's been holding the journal open the entire time. Welp, that is kind of embarrassing- he moves and turns away from the doll that has been following him everywhere, and speaks in a rather horrified whisper, as if he's afraid the thing can hear him, somehow.]

Um. Sorry. About that...though I have a quick question.

If...you had a specific problem that came back to bother you, what would you do about it? And this isn't a problem that I can get rid of that easily...

[ooc: Garry's first loss! And he'll be found all over the castle in a hysterical state, if you want to run into him. YAY FOR CREEPY DOLLS.]

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Trust me, it is.

[He thinks about that for a few seconds.]

It's a doll. And I'm pretty sure it would just come back even if I found a way to...erm, "kill" it.

...Are you suggesting it possesses regenerative properties?

I don't know, but one time I opened its stomach to get an item I needed, and then suddenly it just rose up and ran away, cackling...

[Right into that room.]

...That is quite the problem. What about trapping it...?

Trapping it just makes it reappear in another place nearby. It does nothing as far as I'm concerned...

[Long, drawn-out sigh.]

If it persists on dogging your footsteps, what is it even demanding?

To be with me.

[And a pause.]

Forever...

[........]

...My goodness. And nothing you say will deter it, I presume.

[That is...that is quite a problem.]

How on earth does a doll develop such feelings in the first place?

No, it's won't listen...it just really wants to have its way.

[A pause.] I'm not sure...I mean, it's not like there were too many people like me in that art gallery they came from, just me and Ib...they probably just saw me as a new sort of prey, I suppose.

[Or maybe it had something to do with Mary. But didn't she want to get out of that place, not stay? Or maybe she just wanted him to stay, so she could replace him...really, the thought makes him shudder.]

Hmm...that sounds like a rather disturbing art gallery indeed.

[Full of Guertena's works, becoming equally as twisted...]

It was...I really hope that no one ever gets stuck in that place again. Really, the nightmares one gets from that place...

If you don't mind my prying, how did you find yourself in such a place?

[not sure if this is a better or worse topic than the doll they're supposed to be dealing with right now...]

I'm not entirely sure.

[No, really, this is still one of the mysteries he hasn't been able to figure out.]

I mean...I was at the art gallery, looking at paintings, when all of a sudden I just noticed everyone was gone! And then the lights went out, and...then I found myself there.

[He doesn't want to mention him getting the rose, because that is SUPER SECRET GARRY STUFF, but that's pretty much it.]

Curious...perhaps it was the work of magic.

Perhaps! But I have never encountered any sort of magic in my life, so...I can never be sure if it really was.

It seems more likely than not.

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