@ourohana
Take a vacation. Take some time to relax, and forget about the gallery. Every time he’d passed the museum back home lately, he’d had vivid flashbacks of Guertena’s gallery.. the Fabricated World.. Even now, just thinking about it made him shudder. He’d almost died in that place.. He and Ib both had. And Mary.. No. No, he didn’t want to think about her right now. He pulled his focus now back to the sketchbook in his hands, and the easel before him, canvas just barely touched with a few hints of color.. A vague line here and there of some sort of landscape, or.. were those ribs? The sketchbook was much more full of his various drawings, sketches of landscapes, people.. and the occasional surrealist drawings, even some being a bit more macabre than others. Despite his experiences with an art gallery in which the art tried to kill him, painting and sketching was Garry’s way of coping, and calming his nerves. And of course, the sound of the waves did wonders for his anxiety as well.
That was why he was here in Hawaii. To relax, and calm his nerves. He’d had enough of the nightmares and the flashbacks. Had had enough of constantly feeling on edge every time he passed the museum, worrying that he’d somehow be dragged back in kicking and screaming. So he began to paint. Off-white, blue.. a touch of green, beige.. Purple, black, red, more blue! It was taking shape now. Hands, a ribcage, blue roses.. He barely put thought into it, just letting his hands move and-
“Tookie bah wah bah!” Abrupt shouting suddenly drew his attention, but not soon enough before something blue and furry tackled him to the ground, then jumped to the spare canvases nearby, claws tearing through them. The easel wobbled, but didn’t quite fall. More tearing of the spare canvases, the blue creature jumping about, knocking Garry yet again and then- Paints everywhere, their tubes squashed and stepped on, and then-
“Chabata!” A shout directed towards someone behind, then a laugh. This creature, whatever it was, it- it talked?! And was already getting paint all over its blue fur, and- and on the damaged canvases. Several pages of his sketchbook too ended up scattered. Garry barely wanted to move, he just stared, his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps. What was happening?! And then it looked at him, head tilting to the side.
“Ooohhh~” Oh, no. He didn’t like the sound of that. It was coming closer now, and- he scrambled back a bit, shaking in terror. It was small, sure, but even the small things could be dangerous! And those claws!
“N-no! Don’t come any closer!”
“Gaba ika tasoopa?”
