1. Prologue (1/2)

this game plot is from the lovely game ib, can't believe i forgot this damn rpg horror. anyways enjoy.

prologue

a sixteen year old girl with snow white hair, porcelain skin and sky blue eyes walked side by side with three people, a boy taller than average teenager reaching with great heights as his red eyes scanned around the area while two older people were walking ahead of them, the female who was only inch taller than the sixteen year girl had red eyes like the tall male behind her, her hair white as snow just like herself and the same porcelain skin as the two sixteen year old while the person beside the older female was a male who was taller than the young boy. his hair black as the night, his skin that was kissed by the gentle ray of the suns and the

ight sky blue eyes that glitter with life, pointed happily at random things.

"do we have to fucking be here?" the young sixteen year old male growled annoyed, his red eyes filled with boredom and annoyance as the two older adults turned towards him. "akuma you should know that visiting an art gallery isn't boring!" a deep voice whined childishly while a softer voice sighed out annoyed with the older man. "don't tell me what to do!" akuma growled out dangerously as the older man was pouting angrily at him. "i can too! i'm your papa so give respect-" "with the way your acting aceton, i can see why akuma doesn't respect you." aceton gasped before he pouted once more. "that's cruel angela, don't you love me?" angela sighed once more but she nodded as aceton smiled before he lazily wrapped his arms around the older female. "good… i love you too." his smile was lazy and carefree but his eyes swam with adoration. "ah… before i forget. angel, sweetie did you get the handkerchief that your uncle fang got for your birthday?" angel's mother smiled softly at her while aceton childishly whine how she doesn't smile at him like that often.

angel smiled and nodded happily as she took out a white handkerchief from her baby blue jacket that had her initials stitched into the white fa

ic. "of course mother! i would never leave something this precious behind!' angel chirped happily as akuma patted her head. "then you better not lose that, the last thing i need is to find out you lost it and fang wailing in despair that you lost it." akuma muttered as remember the last time he purposely burned the hat that fang made and the older man wouldn't stop crying for the past three hours. "that's your fault for deciding to ruin the hat." angel answered as akuma sighed annoyed before he began pulling angel's cheek. "don't remind me sis."

the family entered a big building with banners around while there were people around mingling with each other. "finally! we're here!" aceton spoke as he looked around the area with lazy grin on his face. "oh right! akuma, angel, isn't this both of your first time in the art gallery?" both of the twins nodded as angela had small smile on her stoic face. "ah… well, we're here to see an exhibition of works by an artist named charla, through she didn't only made paintings, she even made sculptures and many other things. i know that one of you'll enjoy her artwork." aceton turned his head to look at the desk before turning back to his family. "let's head to recipient desk." angela looked over to aceton as she stared blankly at him. "very well… we should gather some pamphlets as well." she spoke softly as aceton's sky blue eyes widen before he tightly wrapped his arms around angela and rubbed his cheek on top of her head as his back was slightly hunched from the height difference.

"your so smart my sweet beautiful butterfly! this is why i love you so much!" aceton squealed out as angela stared at him for a moment before turning to her children, akuma staring at his dad in disgust while angel was shifting on one foot and on another foot. "you two go on and explore… i have to calm your father down." akuma wrapped an arm around angel and pushed her away from their parents before they began exploring the art gallery as they ignore a huge smack and loud whine behind them.

"waaaah,

other aren't they so pretty?" angel squealed out as they stare at the paintings, sculpture and statues around them. akuma looked around bored before he came face to face with a painting of the woman dressed in dress that stared right into his soul, he shivered at the creepy look that the painting of the lady was sending him. "fucking creepy bitch." akuma muttered before he turned his head to ask angel about her opinion on the painting only to find his small twin nowhere in sight. he stared blankly at the spot he last saw her, letting everything sink in his mind for moment until he began screaming in horror as passerby sent him weird looks or annoyed looks. "fuuuuuuuck!" "shush this isn't a playground-" "shut up fucker or i'll fucking bash your skull! angel where the fuck did you go?!"