A/N: I can't believe this entire chapter takes place in one damn room. I have no control, apparently.
Also I want to say thank you for my beta joviamod as well as qin-ying who is doing absolutely gorgeous artwork for this story! When they are completed and she has given me permission, I will be try to post a link! Please go and check out her amazing art in the meantime at qin-ying's tumblr!
They decided to explore the room for any possible hints as to where to go first. Frisk could already see at least two doors. They decided to forego entering any of the doors until they had looked around. They turned a corner and jolted to a stop at the sight of multiple eyes springing up around the floor. Garry let out a yell.
"What is THAT?! Gross is what!" The eyes glanced at him before returning to just looking around. There didn't seem to be a particular pattern to them. Frisk looked at their companions before going ahead and moving forward to look at the eyes. "Eve, watch your skirt." Garry warned as some of the eyes turned towards Eve. They were perfectly level to look up her skirt. Eve quickly gathered the cloth of her skirt up so nothing would be able to see her underwear.
The eyes didn't seem to take much notice of them as they picked their way through the group of them. They were almost as big as Frisk's feet. Chara got in close to one of them and made to poke it, but their finger went through. They frowned.
"*Frisk. You should step on one."
"Look." Frisk said instead, and pointed at one of the eyes. It seemed to be struggling to keep its eyelid open. The sclera was bloodshot and watery.
"D . . . Does this lone eye have a congestion problem?" Garry murmured.
"*Maybe all of the eyes need to be poked." Chara continued.
"I don't think so." Eve told them as she passed by Chara's floating form. She went over to the paintings on the far side of the room instead. Garry stepped over one of the eyes and followed after her while Frisk continued to look around.
"Eye drops?" They suggested, looking at Garry. Maybe he had something that could help the poor eye on him. It didn't seem right to let the poor thing suffer. Frisk only had a couple of food items in their inventory at the moment.
"I don't carry stuff like that around, sorry." Garry's eyes roved over the paintings. These were the smallest ones Frisk had seen yet in this place. There was one of a girl, one of what looked to be an iceberg, a large white snake, and a painting of some scenery.
"*There is a hole in the snake's eye." Chara pointed out.
"There is!" Eve agreed, showing Garry the hole.
"If this is a puzzle, then perhaps we're to find what goes here?" He suggested.
"*Or the congested eye goes there." Chara joked. Frisk didn't think they were being particularly helpful, but at least they seemed entertained. Frisk liked when Chara was being active like this. They didn't get to see them cheerful at times.
"Let's look around some more." Garry motioned for them to follow. There was another door when they turned the corner, and finally a dead end with a frightening blue and black painting. It had sharp lines for teeth and a mouth and googly eyes that moved in opposite directions. Frisk shuddered a little bit at the sight, but found themselves oddly missing Undyne. She had sharp teeth, but at least she wasn't this creepy. It didn't even look like a painting.
The painting caught sight of them and giggled to itself. It was staring at Eve's rose. "Flowers . . . flowers're nice . . . Give me that there flower and I'll let you through . . . ehehe . . . your flower, pretty please?"
"*Give red rose?" Chara asked Eve.
"Don't." Frisk warned. Eve shook her head and backed away from the painting.
"Aw, I'm begging you . . . I just wanna have a sniffffff." The painting whined.
"The answer is no." Garry told the painting as Eve shook her head again.
"I just want it for a li'l bit." The painting chuckled, and then began to cackle madly. The humans had to cover their ears as the laughter reverberated off of the walls of the room. They quickly turned the corner to stand in front of the side door.
"That thing is insane." Garry shook his head as the last of the laughter faded.
"Yeah." Eve agreed.
"Should we try the door?" Frisk suggested, their hand already on the knob.
"I'm not sure we have much of a choice." Garry leaned forward to look down the hallway. "It appears as if we've gone a full circle. One of these rooms has to lead somewhere."
"At least nothing is chasing us." Eve said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
"Yeah, there's that."
Frisk pushed open the door and the four of them entered into a new room. It was covered with stools and canvases. Each canvas had a picture of a little blue bottle on it, and when Frisk stood on their tiptoes they could see a painting hung up on the opposite wall depicting the same thing. However it had an eerie bleeding red background. Was that supposed to represent something?
"*There is a bottle on this table." Chara said as they drift over the easels to stand where the bottle was. It wasn't too far into the room, but they couldn't climb over the stools. They had to push them. The easels, despite appearing like they should move, could not be pushed.
"We need to push." Frisk said, however Chara wasn't close enough to translate so their companions didn't understand. Frisk demonstrated by pushing one of the stools. It slid easily across the room. They needed to make a path over to Chara.
Eve and Garry understood that much, and so they started pushing as well. It took a bit of time to figure out how to create the right path across the room, but eventually it was cleared enough so all three of them could reach Chara. Frisk picked up the tiny blue bottle from the table.
"*You got some eye drops." Chara tapped the bottle without noise.
"The eye." Eve said. "We can help it."
"I wonder what good that will do." Garry pondered. Frisk placed the eye drops into their inventory. They kept an eye out for any kind of tricks or attacks as they exited the room unharassed. That had seemed almost too easy. Maybe they were too used to monsters appearing and attacking them. They almost missed it. Everything here felt . . . false and dead despite the movements. The Underground had been full of life and music. There was an eerie music playing faintly somewhere. Frisk wasn't sure if the others could hear it.
They hurried back out into the hallways and over to the side of the room with the eyes on it. Eve gathered her skirts again as they stepped around some of the eyes to get over to the congested eye. Frisk crouched next to it.
"*The congested eye is looking your way." Chara informed them. Frisk stared back at it unblinkingly. The two continued to stare at each other for a long moment.
" . . . Um, Frisk? What are you doing?" Garry asked. Frisk blinked and proceeded to apply eye drops to the eye. The liquid covered the eye, making it blink a couple times before the red faded away and the congestion was cured. Frisk thought it looked much happier now. It closed its eyelids and flattened itself to the floor, moving under the feet and down the hall. The humans glanced at each other before hurrying after it, hopping and dodging around the other eyes until they found the cured one.
"*The eye you gave the eye drops to is staring intently at the wall." Chara leaned forward to look better at the wall. "*The wall is a slightly different color."
The eye disappeared back into the ground. Garry patted the wall a bit before he pushed. Frisk and Eve pushed as well and the wall gave way to reveal a secret passage.
"A-ha!" Garry cheered. It was too dark to see well, however the passage was small and soon they found the end of it. Something small bumped against Eve's foot and rolled a bit. She dove to catch it and held it up to the little light they had. Frisk pulled out their cell phone for a bit more light. It was a red glass ball.
"You have a mobile?" Eve asked them.
Frisk nodded, having completely forgot about it, and looked at the screen. They didn't have any bars. They showed their friends.
"Lovely." Garry sighed. "Well, I'm not sure who we would call anyway . . . I doubt the police can find this place."
Eve stared at the glass ball in her hand. In the light of the cell phone, Frisk could see the stricken look on her face. They quickly placed their hands on her shoulders, causing her to look up. Frisk smiled reassuringly, their thumbs stroking Eve's collarbones. They had been comforted in such a way when they had been her age. Eve's face softened a little, appreciating the effort.
Garry seemed to realize his words had disheartened the children, so he placed a hand on each of their heads, also smiling to reassure them. "Don't worry. We'll get out of here in no time."
"*He's sooo dependable." Chara muttered, their voice higher pitched to show their sarcasm.
Frisk again ignored them. It was necessary with Chara to ignore them at times. They were a little mean-spirited and liked to mock kind people. Frisk figured this out when Chara had mocked Papyrus. However Frisk also knew that Chara used sarcasm to hide their growing appreciation for people. It was nice to see that they were growing a little fond of their company. Then again, Chara and Frisk hadn't stayed this long with people in a while.
"This ball," Eve told them quietly, "may be the snake's eye?"
"Oh, yes, that makes sense." Garry walked back towards the exit and glanced around before motioning for the children to follow. It seemed nothing was trying to attack still. At least it didn't appear like anything could come to life and attack them.
"*You feel as if this reprieve will not last long." Chara murmured. Eve glanced at Chara curiously, either not knowing what they had said or not understanding, but neither of the other humans explained.
They returned back to the picture of the large white snake. It loomed over them, not necessarily threatening but quiet and poised. Almost as if it was waiting to strike. Eve placed the glass orb into the eye and pressed it in. Something dinged, and Garry startled as the small painting of some scenery fell down.
"*There is writing on the back of the frame." Chara pointed out.
"'Behind the big tree' . . ." Eve read.
"What big tree?" Garry questioned.
"Another room." Frisk suggested. There was only one other door they had seen in this room. They circled back around to the front and entered a new room only to discover it covered with walls. The plaque on the wall, read by Garry, said that it was a labyrinth.
"Oh dear." Eve murmured, worried.
"I have a bad feeling that we will not be alone in that maze." Garry said. "Can Chara see?"
Chara was already at the top of the wall glancing around. The ceiling was far too low for them to see very well. They kicked their feet idly and called down, "*There are things moving. *It is too dark to see very far."
"We'll need to be careful, then." Garry turned to the children. "Stay close you two, okay?" They nodded and followed close behind Garry as he entered the maze. Eve reached forward to hold onto the back of his jacket and held her hand out to Frisk. Frisk took it, but was paying closer attention to their surroundings. There was enough room between each of the walls of the maze that two of them could stand side-by-side, however it was too dark to see further than a couple meters in front of them. They were reminded of the Underground and suddenly missed the soft blue light of Waterfall.
Within the maze they could hear the heavy tapping of footfalls. They sounded like metal or ceramic against the hard floors of the room. They couldn't pinpoint where the sound was coming from. They could tell there were more than one, though. They swallowed, a bit nervous in the dark atmosphere. The room felt suffocating. If they were like that statue from earlier, than a single grip could hurt or kill them. Frisk would rather not have to Load again if they could help it. Dying wasn't fun.
"That sound is coming closer." Eve whispered, her eyes large with fear. They turned a corner and saw a dark figure coming at them with rapid steps. Frisk's skin jumped at the sight of the headless creature. "Garry . . . !"
"This way!" He hissed, reaching back to grab Eve's hand and hurrying them around a different corner. The three of them pressed themselves back against the wall, hoping the gloom would hide them even from the statues. The metal statue scraped its way slowly past them, pausing so close Garry could've reached out to touch it. Instead the three froze. Only Chara made any movement, getting in close to gaze at the statue curiously. Frisk could hear their heart pulsing in their ears. Their companions' breathing sounded almost too loud. Eve's grip in Frisk's hand was tight.
Finally the statue moved on. The humans didn't risk moving until it had turned a corner, though. Even though it was gone, they could easily hear another one approaching. Frisk took the lead, pressing a hand to the wall to their right and following it deeper into the maze. The sound of the statues faded. Garry and Eve tried to keep their footsteps light as they turned into a new area.
"Oh no." Eve whispered as the area showed a dead end. They were boxed in.
"*There's a paper here on the wall." Chara said.
"'There's a trick to solving mazes'," Garry read, "'Hug the right hand side and you'll reach the end eventually.' Not a bad trick . . . But that doesn't help the ceiling being far too low for comfort." He glanced over his shoulder at the one exit to this part of the maze there was. "Not to mention those weird things loitering around . . . gives me the creeps." He turned to his companions. "Be careful not to get trapped between them, okay, Eve? Frisk?"
"Yes." Eve said, nodding. Frisk nodded as well. They certainly weren't about to give those things the chance to grab them.
The maze seemed almost endless, although a few times they managed to find the walls of the room. The low ceiling and the maze seemed to close in on them, making Frisk feel claustrophobic. They wanted to get out of the room as quickly as possible. They had the feeling that the things in the room were aware there were people with them, although they couldn't find them yet. Frisk couldn't guess how many there were in the maze with them, or if there were any other dangers.
"*There are red spots on the floor." Chara pointed out as they hurried around another corner. "*Blood? Or paint?"
"Paint." Frisk replied, if only to make sure Chara wouldn't bother Eve. The girl seemed to be getting more and more nervous the longer they stayed in the maze. Frisk sympathized. Chara wasn't helping.
"We don't even know what we're looking for in here." Garry muttered.
"There!" Eve pointed. On the far side of the room was an easel with words on it. They rushed over. Frisk looked over their shoulders to make sure nothing was coming as the little girl read, "'Check directly south from the red paint.' Um, Chara, where did you see the paint?" She asked. She seemed relieved to learn that it really was paint and not blood.
"*A couple of places had red paint." Chara said. "*I cannot recall where."
"Then we need to look." Garry said. "I think those things are coming closer again." This time he didn't hesitate to take Eve's hand as he rushed them through the maze.
"*Garry looks agitated." Chara said from behind Frisk, following on foot instead of floating now. "*You feel like the maze is closing in on you." Frisk shuddered and looked at the walls nervously. Earlier they looked like they could fit at least two people side-by-side, but now it seemed like they had to go in a straight line. Were they imagining things? Frisk just hoped that it was the atmosphere playing tricks on them.
"There's a spot!" Eve cried softly, her finger pointing out a splatter of red on the floor. It was almost a shock of color in the grey room. Frisk shook their head to dispel the thought. Garry released Eve's hand briefly to go directly south of the spot, however there was nothing there. He hurried back to them.
"Next one." He told them.
"Hide!" Frisk said as they spotted two mannequins coming around the corners on opposite sides of the maze. They would get trapped between them at this rate. Eve squeaked at the sight, freezing as the mannequins got closer. "There!" Frisk grabbed Garry's sleeve to catch his attention. There was a gap in the walls they could duck through, but they had to run quickly. The mannequins growled a bit, sensing them. Their arms came up to attack.
Garry scooped Eve up swiftly and cried, "Run!" Chara led the way forward, dodging out away from the mannequin as Frisk ducked under its grip to pass through the gap. Garry spun away from the mannequin with a yelp, keeping Eve away from the art's grip as he barely slipped past them and through the gap in the wall. Frisk distinctly heard the sound of clothing ripping, but they didn't stop as they ran along the wall until they were back to the front of the room. The mannequins seemed agitated now.
"There's the door!" Eve cried. Despite having not found the secret of the maze yet, they all dashed through the door and back out into the hallway. Frisk made sure to slam the door shut as Garry let Eve down and hunched over, panting. Eve clenched her rose tightly in her hand, clearly a bit shaken.
"That was . . . too close." He panted.
"Are you hurt?" Frisk asked, moving towards him. They pushed aside his coat to reveal that his shirt was a bit torn. There was blood already seeping from the wound.
"I'm fine, Frisk. That thing's hand only got me a bit." Garry smiled, reassuring them with a pat on the head. Frisk lifted up the side of his shirt for a better look, however. It looked like it stung. They were tempted to kiss it to make it better, but Garry was already stumbling away. "F-Frisk! M-my, you sure are bold!" His cheeks were slightly pink, but he seemed more confused than upset. Now that Frisk thought about it, Garry was pretty cute all flustered like that. Frisk couldn't help the mischievous smile that began to bloom across their face.
"*The maze." Chara reminded impatiently, interrupting Frisk's teasing. They could flirt later.
"O-oh right!" Eve agreed. "We need to . . . go back in there . . ." She stared at the door reluctantly.
"I'll go." Frisk shook their head.
"What! No, no, I can't allow a child to go into such a dangerous place alone." Garry said as he pulled out his rose to check on it. A single petal had fallen off.
"Frisk." Eve protested softly.
"I am . . . used to danger." They told their companions with a smile. "And I'm . . . small and quiet. I'll be right back."
"No, Frisk . . . !" Garry tried to protest again, but Frisk and Chara had already reentered the maze room. The mannequins seemed to have calmed down now, but Frisk could still hear them moving in the gloom. They heard the door open behind them and saw Garry peek in and hiss their name, but Frisk was already ducking around the first bend in the maze. They kept their eyes to the floor and their hand on the left wall so as to lead them deeper into the maze. They trusted Chara to let them know if a mannequin was coming.
They found another red spot rather quickly and followed it due south to a spot tucked between the walls. Frisk felt like they could barely squeeze in there. Were the walls really that close to each other? Their skin was crawling as they felt the wall.
"*A mannequin is coming." Chara hissed. Frisk's fingers found something then. "*There is a switch on the wall. Press it?" Frisk took the risk and pressed the switch. There was a strange sound outside, almost like something heavy was dragging. It sounded more like rock than like metal. Frisk ran for the exit, dodging the single mannequin that had gotten close. They were too slow to catch a human who had battled monsters a number of times.
Frisk quickly threw open the door, almost slamming Garry in the face with it and running into Eve, before they shut the door swiftly. "You're okay!" Eve breathed, visibly relaxing.
"Frisk, please don't do things like that!" Garry scolded, a bit panicked. He seemed to startle Eve as he raised his voice. "It's extremely dangerous! What would happen if you were attacked in there?"
Frisk stared at him, confused. "But . . ."
Garry took a breath, wiping at his face. "No . . . No, I apologize. I shouldn't have shouted like that." He straightened a little and crossed his arms some. Frisk suddenly realized that Garry was an adult and older than them by a number of years. He appeared too young to be a father, though. He reminded Frisk of the people their mother scoffed at on the street for being "art students" and such. Garry seemed to think better of his position and instead crouched some to get onto Frisk's eye level, holding their shoulders gently but insistently. "Frisk, you have to remember that when you put yourself in danger, you're also putting Eve in danger. You two share a flower, don't you?"
Frisk had forgotten that. They looked at Eve with slight horror. They had become so lax with their life that they hadn't even considered the risk they gave Eve. The sensation of their body being ripped apart as Eve's flower was torn to shreds still tingled across their skin. Chara was silent next to Eve, watching them.
" . . . I'm sorry." Frisk murmured, lowering their eyes.
"It's okay." Eve whispered back. She reached forward to touch Frisk's arm in forgiveness as Garry released the younger human.
"Good. Now that we have that all cleared up and we've all decided to stay together . . . let's go see what you managed to do, Frisk. The sound had come from over here." Garry smiled and waved his hand for them to follow. The children glanced at each other before doing so, their spirits a bit more raised as the worry passed.
They walked back towards the diary to discover that there was a new door that hadn't been there before. Eve made to open it, but Frisk called to her and pointed at the diary. It would be better to make a Save, they thought, so that they wouldn't need to do the maze all over again if they died.
"I already wrote in it, though." Eve protested, confused.
"*You thought it would be safer to sign again." Chara told her. Like much of Chara's predictions, Eve seemed to decide that they were right. She walked back over to the diary and signed her name as well as Frisk's. Instead of signing Garry's, however, she offered him the feather quill. Garry gave her an amused smile, but took the quill to write his signature near Eve's careful and perfect writing. Unlike her's, Garry's writing was more of a scrawl, but the cursive seemed to fit the diary better than print.
Garry replaced the quill into the inkwell and together they entered the new room. It was a long room that appeared to only have four sculptures in it. Frisk couldn't seen anything that looked like it might attack them -like paintings, perhaps- but they were quickly learning not to trust this place. They had never seen art like this. It was surreal and creepy.
"Wine Sofa." Eve read from the nameplate of the first sculpture they found.
"*It is a red wine glass cut diagonally, and with a red cushion inside." Chara described. "*You thought it looked like it would be fun to sit in."
"That doesn't look like very comfortable sitting . . ." Garry protested. Frisk attempted to touch the pillow, but then decided against it. This was artwork, after all, and their parents always said that art shouldn't be touched. Besides, Garry and Eve weren't touching it.
The lights flickered suddenly and dimmed, causing the three of them to freeze. They tensed, waiting for something to happen, but the lights soon flickered back on. They shot each other confused looks. Maybe there was just bad wiring in the room? They moved onto the next sculpture.
This one was a strange bust that appeared to be a person with their brain leaking from their head. Eve didn't know the word, so Garry read out, "Melancholy. Melancholy, huh? Well really, who wouldn't be in this place?"
"It's creepy." Eve noted decidedly. The lights flickered out again. When they were back on, the group moved onto the next statue. This one was called "Puzzle" and it was a half-collapsed skeleton painted all different colors. "Are they . . . ?" The little girl asked, hesitant to look too closely at the bones.
"These aren't real bones, okay Eve?" Garry soothed her.
"They remind me of my friends." Frisk said before they could consider their words. They found themselves kind of missing Papyrus and Sans's antics. Sans's puns and Papyrus's optimism would be wonderful to have in this dreadful place.
"How so?" Eve asked, curious to hear anything about Frisk. They were the only one who hadn't told their story, after all.
Frisk hesitated. Their story was long and complicated, after all. They were fairly sure that they weren't in their world anymore, and even if they were these people wouldn't know about monsters. Frisk had only recently learned about monsters, after all.
Instead they shrugged. "I have skeleton friends." They wandered over towards the last sculpture. Garry and Eve both shot each other confused looks and didn't have a chance to ask further questions before Frisk was prompting them with the description of the last sculpture.
"*It is a tree sculpture that vaguely resembles a person." Chara murmured, dancing around the tree with interest.
"Feeling. This must be the tree clue." Eve said.
"You gotta be pretty clever to come up with this stuff . . ." He seemed somewhat impressed with the sculpture, however there was a hint of confusion as well. Frisk sympathized; they didn't understand it either. What were they supposed to be feeling? "What are we supposed to look for?" Garry glanced among the leaves the of tree. Frisk and Eve both moved to other parts of the tree, searching as well. Eve climbed onto her tiptoes, straining to see a bit higher.
"*Something gleams amid the leaves." Chara pointed for Eve. She managed to snatch it from the leaves and showed her companions. It was a silver ring.
"Isn't this . . . a wedding ring?" Garry gasped, baffled. "Now what would this be doing here?"
"*Was there not a bride and groom earlier?" Chara hinted.
Frisk nodded. "Maybe the . . . bride is sad because she's . . . missing her ring?"
"Good idea!" Garry complimented. "Good thinking, Frisk. Let's hurry back and return the ring."
"I hope it opens another door." Eve whispered as the four of the quickly returned to the main hallway and went back to the hand area. Nothing had changed there. If anything, Frisk thought, the paintings seemed a bit sadder. Eve looked back and forth between the hands, not sure what to do with the ring.
"*Put the silver ring on the left hand?" Chara asked her.
"Which finger?" She asked.
"Ah, the wedding ring usually goes on the fourth finger of the left hand." Garry informed her kindly. Eve stood on her toes and placed the ring on the left hand's ring finger. Immediately the hands stopped wiggling and the paintings smiled brightly. The bride looked directly at them and tossed the bouquet. Frisk dashed forward and caught it. The bride gave Frisk a beautiful smile.
"Looks like you'll be married next, Frisk." Garry teased. Frisk immediately walked over to Garry and held the flowers out to him. As they expected, his eyes widened and his cheeks turned a little pink. "O-Oh! N-no, keep them! I can't." He turned away, flustered. Frisk tried not to laugh and instead turned to Eve, lowering their eyelids as they held out the bouquet instead to the little girl. Eve seemed a little starstruck as she took the flowers. Frisk winked and gave them some finger pistols.
"Flowers." Frisk prompted. It didn't seem to work how they had planned.
Chara cut in to explain, "*The creepy painting wants flowers."
"Oh!" Eve understood.
"What?" Garry asked. Eve quickly explained. Garry looked at the bouquet. "It seems such a waste to give that thing such a beautiful bouquet . . . but I suppose we must." They were all reluctant to approach the painting again, but they did so anyway. It cackled as they returned and repeated its question about wanting flowers from them. Eve held out the bouquet for the painting to smell.
"Ehehe, thanks. It smells niiice . . . eheheh." It grinned sinisterly. "Well, chow time!" It snatched the flowers from Eve's hand, and the girl reared back so that her hands wouldn't be snapped off. The painting turned red and black, its eyes becoming voids. It made horrible crunching noises as the flowers were ripped to shreds before them and swallowed. Eve cowered back a little against Garry while Garry made sure to keep a hand on both of the children. Frisk felt their body go cold. The painting had wanted to do that to their roses.
The painting returned to its normal blue and black color scheme, grinning cheerfully at them. "Ahhh, that was good . . . eheheh. Thank you, thanks so much. As promised, you can go through." The painting's face transformed into a door large enough for them all to pass through. However it's gravelly voice still sounded, "Just take this door in . . . Well, see ya . . . eheheheh!"
Frisk grabbed the door hand, surprised to feel that it was three-dimensional, and pulled the door open to scramble through it. Eve followed next with Chara and Garry ducked down and pulled the door shut. The new room they were in was small with only two single paintings and another door. They stopped briefly to read the titles of a painting with a clumsy-looking box and another with a pair of hands closing in around a heart.
Frisk froze at the sight of the second one. The heart in the picture had a haunting glow to it that seemed to resonate with them. Their chest tingled, much like it did whenever their Soul was summoned for battle. The hands reaching for the red heart were covered with what appeared to be dust. There were long green sleeves that appeared to be spotted with blood. Frisk felt cold at the sight, their eyes swimming a bit as their throat tightened. Chara said nothing next to them as they stared as well. Frisk didn't know what they were thinking, but they had the feeling that Chara was considering the same thing.
"*It is called Heart in Custody, but it should be called Soul in Custody." The ghost child stated emotionlessly. Frisk glanced at them. What could such a painting be doing here? Chara only shrugged in response.
"Frisk?" Eve called, confused at Frisk's intense study of the painting.
"Hm? What's the matter?" Garry added, coming to a stop by the door.
Frisk only hesitated before shaking their head and following after their companions. Perhaps they were overthinking things.