30. Today wasn't so bad. Frisk took me to the video game store to get my mind off everything. I showed him some games I particularly liked; Overwatch, Pokemon, Earthbound, Majora's Mask… Frisk didn't choose any of them, of course. Instead, he bought some stupid game called Mario Kart. That irritated me.

"Why are we buying a video game that only YOU like?" I asked. "You might as well have left me at home!"

"Come on, Flowey," Frisk tried to reassure. "I'm sure you'll like it if you gave it a chance. That, and it's the only game mom is willing to buy."

Oh yeah, Toriel doesn't want us playing any "violent video games". Says it's a bad influence. Pfft, PLEASE! I was going to tell her that SHE was a bad influence, but I didn't because I was too run-down to care. Nothing more, nothing less. Anyways, we played for a while. I kicked his butt, naturally. Once I got used to the controls that was. What? You think it's easy being a flower, using nothing but vines? I'd use bullets but then I'd break the TV.

I actually did that one time. I got way more into a monster truck rally than I expected and… I busted the TV. Ha ha. That was great. Not that it matters because Frisk RESET that timeline.

So, after watching Frisk getting frustrated over and over again, he eventually gave up. I don't know why. I was having a great time! I almost forgot about the crippling depression eating me alive! Golly Frisk, wasn't this game of YOUR picking? Whatever happened to "staying determined"? Hee Hee Hee! I'm SO bothering him with that, tonight.

31. No. NO. WHY? WHY do I have to start therapy TOMORROW? Great. Thanks, mom. That's just what I wanted to hear. Oh wait, there's more! Apparently, the therapist they put me with is – surprise, surprise - a HUMAN! Oh that is just JIM CRACKING DANDY! Because humans haven't ruined my life ENOUGH! Oh, no! They want to try and wipe up the sins THEY COMMITTED! Genius.

Let's get something straight here. First of all, I don't even NEED therapy. The only problem I have is that I don't have a SOUL. However, they've seemed SO convinced otherwise. Through some ridiculous reasoning from SANS, they believe that therapy could actually "integrate me with the surface world" better. What are they, a bunch of IDIOTS?! Why don't they ever LISTEN to me?

Second, why does it have to be a HUMAN? What, it can't be a monster instead? …Though that'd probably be counterproductive. Then I would be the one giving therapy. Hee Hee Hee!

Seriously, I have a bad feeling about this.

I don't like where this is going.

I don't like where this is going at all.

Also, I wish my parents would start calling me "Flowey" again. I don't like when they associate me with my former self.

Author's Note: Okay, so originally this chapter was much longer, but I felt like it was better to cut it and put it into chapter 14 instead. So that's you guys are going to see in just a few minutes. Flowey finally gets to go to therapy. Hopefully everything turns out alright for our little flowery friend.