20. Frisk is finally able to go home. Golly, it sure took those doctors a LONG time to get him out of there. You know, it really was an accident. And it's not the first time he's gotten bullets in his body. I knew he'd be all right from the start!
Oh, and I'm not making him another get well drawing. He could go draw his own.
21. I'm bored. …Actually, I'm not really bored. I feel sick. Frisk and Sans are sleeping, but they left the TV on. Papyrus is at work. What am I supposed to do!? Ever since Toriel told me to keep Frisk company and make sure he doesn't spew his guts everywhere, I've felt like this. Everytime Frisk would fall asleep, I'd slap him awake. Then Sans told me to stop and "let the poor kid rest." Why did I listen to him? Why did I think HE'D be the one to keep ME company? Why did I think ANYONE could keep me company? I'm just doomed to suffer alone, aren't I? Of course. Why would anyone ever help me? Whenever I need help, nobody EVER comes!
I can't do this. I think I'm going to hurl.
22. Why do I even bother? I break a vase full of flowers and all Sans could say is, "i can't beleaf you." Then he changes the channel and goes back to sleep. You know what? I can't beleaf YOU, Sans! YOU have got to be the laziest piece of trash I've ever met in my LIFE! Even your BROTHER thinks you're lazy! He asks you for a hand all the time at the Spaghetti Emporium and all you can do is throw your hand at him! I'm surprised you even do THAT! If you're just going to sleep the rest of your life away, then FINE! You do that, you worthless bag of bones! I don't need you! I don't even need FRISK! I don't need ANYONE!
23. Great. Toriel's home. Like I care what she does to me. As if putting me in the corner is really gonna make my problems go away.