The painted Garden.

The new Art Gallery.

Chara-

Frisk, just had to show interest in the the new art gallery had opened up recently.

Mo- Toriel of course thought that this would be a 'fun family' activity that they could do now that they are no longer in the underground.

Damn her and that stupid dream to become a teacher, which became reality.

To make matters worse, she brought Sans ... That stupid mother fucker ... Ugh, images that I don't need right now fill my head.

Toriel started to tell Frisk about about the artist Guertena. Yeah, the only thing that I got out of her little speech was that the artist never painted real people.

Boring!~

"Great, now we have to listen to her drone on about each piece of art. Thanks a lot Frisk." I whisper in a sarcastic tone into his ear.

Frisk just shakes his and laughs at my complaining.

"My child, what is so funny?" Toriel asks Frisk with a scolding stare.

He quickly signs, 'sorry, thought of some thing funny.'

Toriel nods her head and turns her attention to the pile of bones she brought with her. Starting some kind of pun and bad joke war.

Isn't this exposed to be a classy place, the bad jokes don't seem to fit in with the, bland white walls, and white tiled floor. Feels more like a mental hospital then an art gallery.

Frisk groans due to all the cheesiness. I smile at his discontent and laugh, he just sticks out his tongue playfully.

"All the puns are stabbing my ears like knifes." I say with a smirk.

He groans again and ignores me, waiting at the reception desk for mom, I mean Toriel and Sans to pick up some pamphlets.

Everyone, excluding the soulless have moved up to the surface. That means me as well, since I am literally bound to Frisk, where ever he goes I go.

This is how it's been ever since Frisk destroyed the barrier and freed all monsters. The so called happy family spend their days peacefully like today. It's rather boring, makes me slightly jealous.

Not being able to rest, has to be punishment for my sins, planning a mass murder suicide, getting my brother killed, ... ... ... ...

I deserve a lot worse then following Frisk around, I belong in hell.

Frisk turns to me with a worried face and signs, 'are you alright, Chara? Your being awful quite.'

I must seem really out of it to him, "Fine, just ... I'm okay Frisk Really." I Smack the back of his head, "a pansy like you should worry more about them self."

He rubs his head and glares at me, Frisk's way of saying that hurt.

Yes, he seems to be the only person or monster that can hear or feel me.

No matter what I do to that little brat, he is still so determined to be my friend.

What is wrong with that kid? He only knows of my bad decisions (Which seemed like good ideas at the time), so why doesn't he ignore me and go on with his life?

Only conclusion is Frisk has received brain damage from his time in the underground.

Toriel Grabs Frisk's hand and starts to lead him around the Gallery, many humans stare at the monster couple. Some make disgusted noises and started mutter among themselves.