8. Chara, why do I tremble so much? It's so weird. It's more than fear. I've never felt it before leaving the underground and I don't think Alphys knows what it is or why it happens. Guess life really is that cruel, huh? Figures. I spent DAYS away from this journal, unable to write because I'd been shaking so much. Frisk had to use an old music box in order to calm me down. Toriel must've given it to him. She used to use it a lot for… him. I WISH FRISK WOULD STOP TOUCHING IT, GEEZ! HE'S GETTING HIS HUMAN COOTIES ALL OVER IT! Just to think someone like ME could have nice things.

Earlier today, Frisk and the others were encouraging me to go back to school, but I refused to listen to them. Not after what happened. They don't know what it's like to feel like an idiot in public. Those people were LAUGHING at me while I SUFFERED! And what if it happens again? After all, all those humans need to do is look at you the wrong way and that's it. I hate school! I'm NEVER going back there ever again!

I'm better off with Sans showing me stupid baby shows because Toriel wants me to watch more "educational" programming. What the hell, Toriel!? I'm not 4! Come on! We don't even watch it. We either fall asleep or watch something else. Sans even caught up and gives me part of the blanket now. Wonder how long it's going to take HER to catch up? Hee Hee Hee!

9. Maybe it's not so bad that people knew who I was (not who I really am – who I WAS). Ever since coming back, I've been getting transplanted a lot more. Sometimes they'd take me outside or to Papyrus's restaurant or someplace new entirely. Today, Undyne dragged me to an arcade she found to play video games. Video game-ception, anyone? Anyway, all she wanted to do was play all the fighting games. I didn't mind, because that's all what I wanted to do, too. Finally, something to take my anger out on and nobody has to die! I liked to imagine that the little pixel men were Frisk, personally. Too bad it wasn't for very long. If Undyne hadn't been rational enough to get us to stop, we would have broken the games (actually, I ripped a joystick off one of them, but DON'T TELL HER THAT!). After that, we spent the rest of the day gazing at the sunset. At the dump. With Alphys.

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You know, it really sucks being the third wheel, here. I hope they know that! Then Sans wondered why I was so "down in the dumps". I thought I was going to murder him. I don't know WHY that made me laugh so genuinely. I even SAW it coming!

Also, Papyrus has taken responsibility over lightening my mood. Every morning he likes strap my pot into some baby carrier he found and take me for a jog. He used to do that with Frisk for the same reason and he even accompanies us some days. Just to make sure I stay on the "straight and narrow" as Papyrus calls it. I don't know why he tries, honestly. The straight and narrow is too straight and narrow for me. Not even my stem could fit through there.

Great. Now Papyrus thinks I sound just like Sans.

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Papyrus, will you PLEASE stop looking over my shoulder?!

10. Maybe another perk about coming back is that I can use Frisk's laptop again? Dear Steam account, you were dearly missed. My old journal is in here, too. I don't like reading it. It's too stupid, but people left all these letters for me after I ran away. I laughed. Really, guys? REALLY? WOW! What a bunch of idiots! I don't think I ever laughed this hard before! Oh, and what's this? Sans's life story? All over MY journal? Oh, how JUICY! Out of all the worthless letters I've found here, Sans was the only one to have peaked my interest. Why am I not surprised?

Now, on to TF2! It's been so long… Time to kick that Medic's ASS! Hee Hee Hee!

11. You know, I never told anyone about that Gaster incident. Not that they'd ever believe ME, but after about a week of worrying to myself, I'm pretty much convinced that it was all a dream. It was a dream and I sleep-typed the whole thing. Silly me! No more sleeping in front of computers from now on. And just to think that there any actual threat.

Or so you think...