Fear Garden (A IDFB FANFIC)

Keep Moving Forward

Flipping through the abandoned sheets of paper, in a quiet laboratory thats slammed in the middle of a ghost town, was not how Book wanted to start her week. But here she was, doing it anyway.

Being away from people who would usually break the silence constantly made her used to knowing what day it was, what time it was, where she would go and what she would do. But, the people around her would always pop up unexpectedly- and a surprise would follow along them, some good, some bad, and some, even shocking.

Thats the fun thing about being able to roam around the city. There were people you knew everywhere, and you woke up each morning wondering where the day would take you, and what people life would bring to your doors. Each day would become a new experience for you to frame up and hang onto the walls of your memories, and they'd still be there- shiny, perfect, and ready to play once more when you decide to take a trip down memory lane. And when you'd lay your head to rest for the next day, you would hardly be able to remember the dream that carried you through the blank darkness- you'd wake up, drowsy, of course, and begin to wake yourself up for the next day.

But as this crisis went on, each day became more heavy and barren. One would wake up, and let out the blessed sigh of relief- thankful to at least wake up and see the sunshine pouring through the blinds. You'd continue to trudge through the day- doing the routine that you thought would be necessary and helpful to get you through this disaster, but with each day passing, became more mind-shattering and bearing. You begin to feel your brain melting into a strange, pink goo, oozing down your spine and sinking down into the soles of your feet.

What makes it worse, is the dreams. The sun would slowly ooze into the Earth, morphing into the moon that would then rise up and shine brightly in the sky. You'd stay awake and count your blessing, and make sure everything around you is in a spiffy and functioning order. And once you rest your little head, the vivid nightmares that stab through your brain and freeze the blood running through your body would instantly snap you awake- the memory of it keeping you frozen, and petrified to take one small step outside of your bed.

But one isn't just afraid of the darkness. One is more afraid of what's inside of it.

This all becomes repetitive- You'd crave to escape this world and go outside, just to see those familiar faces once more so you could feel a refreshing breeze wash away your worries. The sight of their faces and the sound of their voices would feel like the first gasp of air you'd take once you've reached the surface of the water.

But you can't. Those people were robbed from the experiences they have worked oh so hard for, and they will no longer have any chances on experiencing them. And for that, you can blame the thumbtack with the knife.

This all has taken a toll on Book's mind. She was unable to think clearly, unable to understand the heaviness of the situation around her. She would wake up each morning and instantly begin to cry, clutching the gleaming red shards of, what used to be, her best friend for life.

But she had snapped out of it.

She was done. Fuck everything that had happened her, fuck mourning, fuck crying, fuck checking the doors around her and making sure they were well locked.

Fuck living life safely. If she wanted to see a change to the end of the story, she was going to make it happen- whether everyone would've liked it, or not.

And now, here she was. Looking through the graphs and diagrams that once below to the sport-ball scientists of the group, who's phantoms are possibly watching down on her right now, and scolding her for going through such precious information.

..Book frowned. A small breeze sent a shiver down her spine, as she slowly began to resume her search. Ever since she stepped foot into this lab, she couldn't help but feel an eerie sense of hopelessness and pain. When she made her way down the stairs, she could sense the presence of familiar figures walking right beside her.