This is just my take on what it's like to be a painting, however ludicrous and strange it may be.

Garry woke up, looking at the museum. "Guh…? Where am I?" he asked. He looked around, and saw people wandering around the museum. "Did I escape?" he wondered. Several children pointed at him, laughing. "What is it?" Garry asked, but the kids didn't respond.

"Look at this stupid guy!" one of the kids said.

"Ha! Idiot!" the other one said.

"What's the matter with you!" Garry shouted. "Answer me!" But the kids just laughed and walked away. "Why can't they see me?" he wondered aloud.

A tour guide pointed at Garry, telling a nearby family, "This is an interesting painting made by Guertena, called 'Forgotten Portrait'. It was one of his last works, based off of a strange teenage boy." Garry frowned, before looking closely at the museum. There was a layer of glass between him and the family, and a small gold outlining around it.

"Am I…a painting?" he asked. He looked outside of glass, seeing a woman in a red coat, and a man in a blue jacket. They pointed at the man, and appeared to be talking to someone out of sight. Garry leaned forward to see who it was. It was a little brown-haired girl in a school uniform with blood red eyes. "Ib?" he asked. He rushed to the edge. "Ib! Can you hear me?" he shouted, banging on the glass. The girl looked up, unable to hear him.

"Mom," Ib started, "can we go now? I'm kind of tired."

"Sure," the woman in the red coat said. "Let's leave." The three turned to walk away, and the tour guide ushered them out. After they walked out of view, Garry sighed.

"Will I ever get to leave?" he asked. He sat back down, and looked behind him. And saw he was in a box. He knocked on two of the walls adjacent to the glass of the box. They did nothing. However, when he turned to the fourth wall, it lit up and glowed. It appeared to be waiting for something. He looked at his wrist, expecting to see his watch, yet there was merely a grey line wrapped around where his watch was. "Damn, what time is it?" he asked, and the wall lit up again.

In curly black numbers, it showed, 10:45 P.M.

"But doesn't that mean the museum closed?" Garry wondered. He turned around, seeing that the museum lights had turned off. The usher he saw earlier had changed, and was wearing a large rainbow smock, which matched his face. He still had on his uniform's hat.

"So, are you aware of the punishment you get for hurting the exhibits?" the man asked.

Garry nodded his head, grimacing, and asked, "Who are you?"

The man smirked, responding, "The creator of your nightmares!" before disappearing. Garry raised an eyebrow, and turned back around to see the glowing wall had changed its response.

It now read, Guertena.

"That man is Guertena?" he asked.

The wall shone again, now reading, Yes, He is Guertena, Painter of Life, Master of Nightmares. Garry closed his eyes, thinking of a question to ask.

"Do you answer all my questions, and does this include various commands?" he asked.

Glowing, it read, Yes. To the limit of your imagination, spirit, and hope. As long as you have these, you can use this wall.

"Okay," Garry said, "I want you to find Ib for me."