Oh boy what's this? A.. Part two to an angst one-shot? Yes dear reader, I've decided to make a part two. Now lemme make this clear, this is STILL a one-shot, just continued on slightly for at least a chapter (this one). Which means no, I'm not making this a full fledged angst fanfic, this is what you'll get.

So a while ago, I made a essay basically describing Gumball's emotional turmoil, and the signs that he might not be so laid back about it like you think. And that's where this chapter comes in! Basically I thought well, what if I put him in therapy, and he vents about it more, and how everything came to be? Sounds great!

So here we are. Disclaimers: I know Harold's the canon therapist in Tawog universe, but I decided to throw in a better professional that can ACTUALLY help Gumball's problems, because I need a more sympathetic character here. Also I've read the reviews to this story, so the chapter/part will also focus on the family slightly, and they are now aware of everything. Especially Darwin. So uh yeah.

With that said and out of the way, let us begin.

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"Are you sure this will be okay..?"

Our familiar blue cat Gumball was walking down a hospital hallway, with his best friend/brother at his side. He was clearly nervous and worried, his ears perked down as he tugged at his sweater collar. The cat had never expected things to turn out this way. First thing he was breaking down and venting to his brother, the next he knew he was at a therapist session. Did that mean something was wrong with him?

"It'll be okay Gumball, trust me. We're gonna help you get through these um.. Issues. It's the least we can do to help.." Darwin replied, leading his brother into a small office space. "The therapist lady will help you too! Don't worry."

The atmosphere grew cold to the cat, as he silently walked in. He noticed a thin noodle limbed looking woman, sitting in a chair across from another. Fear creeping in, he grabbed Darwin by the fin, squeezing it tightly. The fish tried to reassure him, sitting him down across from the lady in the other red chair.

"Welcome," The woman greeted, with that of a small yet warming smile. "You must be Gumball I presume?"

Gumball shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was no use trying to keep quiet now. "Yeah.. I am.." He looked up, taking in the environment around him.

"Alright, and Darwin right? Are you staying here during this?"

The goldfish, without hesitation, nodded. "Yes ma'am. I just want to be able to help."

Nodding in understanding, the therapist took out a pencil, holding a small clipboard by her side. "Let's get started. Gumball?"

He tensed up at the mention of his name, slightly sitting up. "Yeah I'm listening.."

"Do you think you could tell me what's on your mind? How did all this start?" She fixed her glasses, as she awaited a response.

The cat froze, remembering the earlier events. Letting out a quiet exhale, he finally spoke. "6th grade, it all started in 6th grade.." 'Keep going Gumball you got this..' "Everything was fine, I was just a dumb little kid.. But.." He paused, the memories flooding back to him rather suddenly. "It felt like the whole world was against me.. Everybody at school always made fun of me like it was nothing at all to them.." He couldn't help but start to feel, angry. "The blame's always put on me! I'm just the stupid punching bag for everybody's problems! 'Oh he's such a geek for wearing a karate outfit to school'! 'Oh look he's naked in front of the school why don't we just FREAKING MOCK HIM WHY DON'T WE'?!"

Gumball sighed, already sensing concerned looks. "That's how it happened. They were mean, so I'm mean. It balances out."

"Then what happened? Did other issues arise?" The therapist asked, writing what he had said down.

He nodded, now slightly bitter. "Mom doesn't think I'm good enough for her. I try, and she does nothing but yell at me. And honestly, she's right. I mean, I hurt others and don't care about anybody, right?" He chuckled, rather out of guilt. "I never do anything right! All I ever do is go around town causing trouble! Understandable why nobody likes me, heh." The cat glanced over to a portrait of a kitten on the wall, a feeling of unease setting in as he looked at it.

The woman noticed this, and wrote it down. "Now, you don't have any sort of disorders or anything, correct?"

"Um, not that I think of no. Wait what's a disorder?"

She briefly stopped writing. "A disorder is when you have a certain issue that affects you. Say, an event that disturbs you."

Gumball went into thought for a moment, soon shaking his head no. "Nah, no weird stuff I think." He paused, clearly disturbed by something. However, he broke out of trance. "Nope, nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Um.." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "...Maybe just one..."

"Could you explain? It's okay if it's not too specific."

Gumball exhaled sharply, nervously looking down at his lap. "Him. He.. Showed up after I found out my real name." He could already feel Darwin's shock from next to him, as he continued. "He tried to take over my body 'cause he's everything I'm not. Wanted me to fade away.. I thought I destroyed him, but.. He came back the next day. I never told anybody because... I didn't want to scare them again.."

"How much is this.. Alter, bothering you?"

"He only shows up when I think about him.. Or.. Say his name."

The therapist nodded, writing it down. "And what's the alter's name?"

Worried, Gumball prepared himself for the worst. "Zach. His name is Zach." Seeing that nothing happened, he sighed in relief, but suddenly stared off into space, slumping over in the chair. Darwin and the therapist were alarmed, standing up as they waited for a response. Out of the blue, Gumball sat up, but slouched, now more relaxed in the chair. "Hey losers, long time no see."

"Zach?.. Is that you?.." Darwin questioned, now uneasy with where things were going.

"Of course it is loser, he said Zach's name." 'Zach' now faced the therapist, arms crossed. "So what's the loser here for? Couldn't take how much of one he was?" He laughed, leaning back against the seat's rest, as he popped his collar out of his sweater.

"Zach, is it? I'd appreciate it if you'd stop and take this seriously. You and-"

The therapist was quickly cut off, Zach scowling. "Don't. That loser's gonna come back if you say his dumb name."

"Could you at least listen then? This is important."

"What's so important about that loser?!" The alternate cat stood up from the chair, now angrier. "He's weak! Nothing but a useless idiot that can't even get the courage to talk to his own girlfriend without screwing up something! Zach is better than him! Zach is smart, strong, a winner, popular, and everything else that loser isn't!"

"ZACH!" The cat flinched, surprised by the woman's tone. The therapist sighed, setting her pencil and chart down, as she looked at him with a serious expression. "Look, I'll put it to you briefly. G-He, has been dealing with a lot of emotional baggage from over the years, and believes what you said is true. You two are here so I can help fix that. Do you understand?"

"Wait... He actually thinks Zach is better than him?.." The alter was surprised. But why? He got what he wanted didn't he? "Tsk, and to think everybody disliked Zach and the loser."

"Has he ever told you any of this?"

"Pfft, no. All he ever does is tell Zach how much he hates Zach. Not that it matters." Zach folded his arms, his gaze fixed down at the floor with disinterest. "But he does take Zach's advice time to time, at least Zach can credit that."

"He takes advice from you? How much?"

The feline shrugged. "Eh, just whenever he needs it. Zach gets annoyed considering he bugs Zach constantly."

"..Constantly?..." The therapist raised an eyebrow, concerned by this response. "And you just let this happen?"

"Well what do you think?!" He snapped, sitting up in his chair angrily. "It's not like he cares! That loser cares about no one!"

"..Okay, I get your frustration. And I'm sorry for pushing you. May we see him back into the room?"

Zach paused, but soon sighed, as he was glad to have gotten this over with. "Okay, Gumball can come back."

He waited patiently, as he was quick to slump over the chair looking dead-eyed.

A few minutes passed, before Gumball's fingers twitched, as he sat up. "Hey uh.. What'd I miss?.."

"Well," The woman fixed her glasses, looking slightly perplexed. "Your alter showed up and spoke with us. He wasn't entirely willing to answer anything, but we did get a few responses."

Confusion becomes fright, the blue feline shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "You shouldn't listen to him, he's just being a jerk, y'know? He's usually like that don't worry."

"Are you sure?"

The question caught him off guard. "...Yeah. I'm sure."

He soon sighed, seeing that the therapist wasn't buying it. "Its the truth."

"I believe its not. Unfortunately, from the looks of it, it sounds like you're only lying to try and avoid talking about what we're here for in the first place."

Gumball raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you're good at this."

"Of course, its my job."

"Oh right.." The cat glanced down at the floor, before sharply exhaling. "Okay fine, he was.. Right. I just didn't want to worry anyone.."

"..Could you elaborate?.."

"Well..." Gumball slightly changed his posture, as he continued. "Its true. I do.. Kinda ask for his advice.. I just.. Want to impress everyone and make them think for once.. Maybe I'm not a loser.."

He flinched, feeling a hand on his shoulder, which he recognized to be his brother. Gumball quietly allowed Darwin to hug him, as he felt some tears fall freely from his face. "Because... It feels like nobody likes me.. They want me not to do this, but want me to do that and.. Its confusing.."

The therapist wrote this down, relieved that he was feeling better. "You're doing great Gumball, do you have anything else you want to add?"

Gumball thought for a moment, and continued to talk, opening up for once about his issues. He admitted his flaws, he knew he was a jerk, he knew he had self image issues, and the fact he had been bottling all this up for so long, was concerning to him. Had he really kept all this? Was.. He really that unhappy with himself?..

He braced himself, as he noticed the therapist wrapping up her notes after he finished speaking. "So... What's wrong with me?.. Do I gotta have medicine or something?..."

"Not quite no," She stopped writing, now facing the feline. "I finished my analysis, and here's my conclusion."

He gripped the chair, awaiting for what she would say. "..And?.."

"Change, can be scary." The therapist looked sympathetic, yet serious. "From what I've seen, this is part of your issue. You're afraid of changing, right?"

"Well.. Yeah.."

"Its not fun, is it?"

"Well.." He paused. "I guess.. But if I start being nice or whatever, they might still be mean.."

"Sadly, there might be some that might not like you. But not everyone likes each other, and you'll need to accept that. The best that can happen is being nice, try seeing the situation through their eyes. Try to understand, and if someone hurts you, such as a family argument, try to explain to them how you feel, instead of bottling up your emotions in unhealthy amounts."

She checked her watch, and stood up from her chair. "I'm afraid that's all the time we have today. We can meet next week to see your progress, and work on any issues, are you alright with that?"

Gumball looked a little worried to respond, but exhaled. "Yeah, its fine."

"Alright, we'll meet next week." The therapist smiled, as she led him and Darwin to the door. "If you ever need anything, make sure to call."

"Thanks for the help ma'am!" Darwin waved goodbye, as he led his brother out, the door closing behind them.

The therapist picked up her notes, organizing them briefly. However, the door opened back up again, to her surprise.

"Um.. Ma'am?.."

She turned to face Gumball, seeing he hadn't left yet, a worried expression on his face. "Yes?"

"..Um.. I forgot to ask... But.." He shuffled by the doorway. "..What do I do if everything's too hard to handle?..."

The therapist walked over, bending down to face him. "Its okay to cry, it helps get everything out, alright?"

"And if I can't?"

She grew worried, seeing tears fall from his face. "Let's try something to help."

Seeing him nod, she continued. "Whenever you feel stressed, take a deep breath, let it out, and try to count to ten. Can you do that?"

Reluctant, he did so, inhaling and exhaling slowly, quietly counting to himself as he felt a little more calmer now. "..Okay."

"Better?"

"Yeah."

He turned to leave, but stopped to face her. "And um.. ma'am?"

"Yes?" She stood up, looking down at the feline.

"Thank you."

Gumball waved goodbye, as did the therapist, as he left. He noticed Darwin standing in the hall waiting for him, quickly running over to catch up. "Sorry, just wanted to see that nice view in the win-" He cut himself off, and exhaled. "Just.. Wanted to ask something and thank her for the help too.."

"Its fine, I'm not mad." Darwin replied, as the two walked down the building. The goldfish soon suddenly stopped once they reached the hospital entrance.

"..Darwin?" Gumball raised an eyebrow, confused by his behavior. "What's wrong?"

"..I'm sorry."

"What?"

"..I.. I'm sorry.." Tears could be seen in Darwin's eyes, as he suddenly hugged him. "I'm sorry for calling you names and making fun of you.. I didn't realize it hurt you until now and I feel horrible for it.. I'm so sorry.."

"..Dude, its okay.." Gumball hugged back, as his brother sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm okay.. This therapy thing might work, we don't have to worry.."

"You're denying it again you know..."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. But.. I get it. We made fun of other people before, you probably got it from that. Its okay." Gumball wiped the tears from Darwin's face, trying to comfort him. "Look dude, the past is the past. We can't exactly change it. Trust me, if I'm willing to get better and fix myself, then that's going somewhere, right?"

"Yeah.. I guess so.. But.. Are you sure?.."

"Positive, I promise."

After a few more minutes of hugging and comfort, the two let go, and began making their way home.

"So.. You're.. Feeling happier now?.."

Gumball thought to himself for a moment. Soon, he smiled. "Its.. Complicated. But.. I'm glad that you guys aren't angry with me.."

"For having feelings?.."

"Heh, you have a point there." The feline paused. "...Thanks for helping me.."

"You're my best friend and brother Gumball, I care about you." Darwin replied. "I'll help you no matter how long it takes or what it is, and that includes if you aren't happy."

This response made Gumball smile, as the two approached their neighborhood.

Maybe getting help wasn't so bad as he thought.

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Wow didn't expect this to get to 2000 words-

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little add-on. Let me know what you think in the reviews. ^^

With that said, thank you for reading, and have a good day. :)