Prologue
Frisk drummed her hands on the wheel as she pulled up to the school, getting out of her car as she pulled up to the building and parked. She stretched, popping her back, one of the few grosser habits she'd picked up from Chara (not that she'd admit it. She had to give Chara some illusion she didn't pick up the biker's bad habits).
Frisk's black blazer over her blue and purple tank top flapped in the breeze, her long brown hair following suit, flowing past her breasts. The khakis she chose to wear went with her brown sneakers, accenting the watch she wore as well. Her brown eyes blinked in the sun as it was brighter than in her windshield.
She sighed as she took a deep breath, locking her car and walking into the school.
"Late as usual." She muttered, looking at her ring on her finger, given to her six years ago by Chara, who'd proposed at their favorite spot. She smirked at it, chuckling at the thought of the normally blunt and confident Chara completely terrified at what she'd say. The thought always brought a giggle to her lips, despite how much Chara would try to deny it.
Frisk walked into the room marked 6-B, the teacher noticing her.
"You must be the mother." She said, Frisk stunned a little.
"I-I am." She said, raising an eyebrow. "Where is my child?"
"I sent her to the office so that we may talk." The teacher said. "Sit."
"I'd rather stand if it's alright." Frisk said.
"Whatever." The teacher said. "Let's get down to the reason I wanted her parents here."
"I'd rather wait for Chara if that's alright." Frisk said, holding up a hand. "Won't do to not include both parents."
"Suit yourself." The teacher said. "I'm sure he's on his way?"
"Chara is on the way here, yes." Frisk subtly rolled her eyes at the teacher's attitude.
"Or there'll be hell to pay when I get home." Frisk then muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" the teacher asked.
"Nothing." Frisk said.
"the others will be here soon." The teacher said.
"Others?" Frisk was confused.
"The PTA meeting is today." The teacher said.
"Well, Chara and I won't be staying for that." Frisk said.
"You're expected to have input." The teacher said.
"I won't be doing crap unless I want to." Frisk said, her tone starting to escalate.
"but, you are part of the PTA." The teacher said.
"Not after last time." Frisk said. "I quit."
"That's such a shame." The teacher said. "I should hope that—"
"What's up, bitches!?" a deep feminine voice came from the door as it was thrown open by a muscular woman in a leather jacket with green and yellow tank top. Her jeans and biker's boots were both faded, a rip in one knee. Her dark brown hair went just below her shoulders, her red eyes flashing as she drummed her fingers on her motorcycle helmet in her hand with her black fingerless gloves. The ring finger of her left hand was cut off so that her wedding ring was showing prominently. There was also a golden locket around her neck that said "Best Friends".
"Where's my kid?!" the woman demanded, her red eyes scanning the room.
"Excuse me, who are you?" the teacher asked.
"Name's Chara." The woman, Chara, said, giving her a look that spoke volumes. "You must be the shit teacher she told me about."
"You're a woman?" the teacher said, surprised.
"these tits are bigger than yours." Chara said. "The fuck do you think?"
"Chara." Frisk hissed, elbowing her wife. "Why are you late?"
"Sorry, babe." Chara pulled Frisk close, kissing her on the lips. Frisk pushed away after a few seconds.
"I told you no tongue in public." She said, a slight blush.
"Oh, you love it." Chara smirked.
"We'll discuss this later." Frisk said. "We have more pressing matters."
"Right." Chara said, turning to the teacher and cracking her knuckles. "So, bitch, you're the shit teacher my kid's been tellin' me about?"
"I, uh, I don't have her in any of my classes." The teacher gulped. "I was simply the one who reprimanded her."
"What the hell for?" Chara asked, crossing her arms and fixing her glare on the teacher.
"She was fighting with another student." The teacher said.
"That's my girl." Chara smirked. "Who won?"
"She about broke her opponent's tooth." The teacher said.
"That's my girl!" Chara grinned. "Someone's getting' extra dessert tonight!"
"You're encouraging this!?" the teacher exclaimed.
"Who started the fight and why?" Frisk asked, nudging Chara.
"It is unclear." The teacher said. "But, her opponent, a girl named Jenny, claims Anya hit her."
"Bullshit." Chara said.
"Excuse me." The teacher said.
"My kid'd never hit someone without a good reason and even then, not without there being extreme circumstances." Chara said.
"How do you know that?" The teacher asked.
"You think I don't know my own kid?" Chara got closer to the teacher, her stance indicating violence.
"I think you might not know her as well as you think." The teacher said. "Miss Frisk, is there violence in your home?"
"No." Frisk said. "Chara's never hit Anya except to reprimand her and even then it's only spanking. Though, they do spar sometimes. But, Chara obviously goes easy on Anya."
"You're teaching her kid to be violent?" the teacher asked.
"My kid can't speak and goes to a public school." Chara growled out. "I'm teaching her to defend herself. I'm not apologizing for it, nor am I ceasing it."
"You are a very stubborn girl." The teacher said. "I recommend you prevent this from happening again. While I don't really like you, your child isn't really a bad person. Keep her out of trouble."
"No promises." Chara said. At that moment, a girl dressed in blue and green with red hair and green eyes opened the door and peeked into the room, her eyes lighting up as she saw Chara. Chara turned to see her, a grin coming to her face.
"Hey slugger." She said, the girl running up to her, jumping on her in a hug. "Heard you got in a fight."
The girl, Anya, nodded, looking at Chara with a grin, pointing to one of her teeth, which was chipped.
"Niiice." Chara smirked. "That's a battle scar for ya. Mommy's gonna go home and ditch this lame-o pop stand. Wanna ride on mommy's bike or the boring old car with Frisky?"
Anya squeezed Chara tighter, grinning as Chara stuck her tongue out at Frisk, who gave a pouting face.
"If that's all, I'm outta here." Chara said, walking out with Anya, who was kicking her legs in excitement.
"Wear a helmet!" Frisk called after them.
"She was…" the teacher began.
"She's Chara." Frisk giggled.
"I apologize." The teacher said. "I was under the impression Chara was a male. See, I am new here and haven't met all the parents."
"It's perfectly fine." Frisk held up a hand. "I think I'll head home too. Just give us another call if anything else happens with Anya."
"I shall." The teacher said as Frisk stood up to leave, giving one last smile as she walked out to her car. When she arrived, she saw Chara there, both her and Anya sticking their tongues out with grins, Chara popping a wheelie before speeding out of the parking lot.
Frisk giggled, getting into her car and driving home, thoughts of her wife and daughter dancing around in her head.
So, this is a story I had the idea for and couldn't get out of my head. May be a oneshot, may not be. Time will tell. I do like this though, so it may be a story. But, I won't focus all of my time on it.