Chapter Twenty: PTA Meeting

"Man, this is soooo boring," Frisk muttered to Chara. "Can't believe it's been an hour already."

"I know," Chara sighed as the other parents and teachers were discussing something she could care less about. "I only stay in this so that I know they're not trying to eschew giving my daughter the assistance she needs."

"Just don't throw a table this time," Frisk snickered.

"I'll try," Chara smirked as she found the humor in the statement.

"Chara, did you have anything to add?" One of the teachers asked.

"Huh?" Chara asked. "Oh, no, you guys are doing just fine."

"Typical," One of the parents muttered. "No wonder her child needs so much help."

Frisk didn't have time to even speak a word before the biker leapt over the table they were sitting at to deliver a right cross that would have made Muhammad Ali jealous to the jaw of the parent, knocking her flat on her ass. Frisk could see the rage in Chara's eyes as she picked the parent up with one hand, pulling her fist back for another punch.

Frisk grabbed Chara's arm, shaking her head no when the biker looked back at her.

"It's not worth it," Frisk said. "It won't prove anything."

Chara sighed, dropping the parent.

"Don't talk that way about my daughter ever again." She said in a growl, returning to her seat.

"Are you done, Chara?" Marcy, the head of the meeting, raised an eyebrow.

"I am," Chara said as two teachers helped the parent up and got her an ice pack for her jaw. Fortunately, she was only dazed, not fully unconscious.

"Good," Marcy sighed. "To anyone present, I request you not follow either side's course of action. We are not here to gossip or to fight. Anyone who does either in this meeting from this point on will be banned."

"I'd press charges, but I don't want your daughter to have two parents with criminal records." The parent spat.

Frisk grabbed Chara in a full nelson, holding her as tight as she could before three other teachers and parents assisted her, holding back the fully enraged Chara.

"This is why we try not to make Chara mad, people," Marcy groaned frustrated at this point. "Bitch is built like a bodybuilder. Now, Chara, calm down or I'll have Undyne come here and take you home again."

"Let's just take her home now," Frisk said.

"That would be a wise course of action," Marcy nodded. "Meeting adjourned."

"But, we didn't discuss the school lunch policy," another parent spoke up.

"I think we all need to cool down first," Marcy said. "Oh, and Kaleigh, don't bother showing up next time."

"And, why should I step out?" Kaleigh demanded. "I was assaulted by her."

"Because everyone here is willing to back me up that Chara is by far a better parent than we could ever be," Marcy said. "That woman bends over backwards to make sure she's always provided for and you're calling her a bad parent and insulting her daughter, who is technically special needs."

"She needs an attitude problem," Kaleigh said.

"As do you," Marcy said. "Meeting adjourned."

"I'll take Chara home," Frisk said, taking the surprisingly complacent Chara to her motorcycle.

Once they got there, Chara stared at the ground, not moving.

"Chara?" Frisk asked. "Are you okay?"

"You don't think I'm a bad parent, do you?" She asked quietly.

"What?!" Frisk exclaimed, shocked. "Of course not! You're better as a single parent than most people are as double parents. You always go out of your way to show Anya you love her and treat her like a precious object. You love her more than life itself and you are loving and kind to her, even knowing exactly how to take care of her with her special need. You always protect her and shelter her. Hell, when I first met Anya, I could tell she loved you like no other. You're her fucking hero, Chara. You can't just deny that. Hell, you have a whole wall covered in her drawings she drew of you. My parents were absolute shitbags, but you… you're the best parent I've seen. You're better than Alphys' parents; hell, you're probably better than your own parents… uh, no offense to either of them, I have no doubt they're both great… even though I haven't met your dad yet…"

Chara latched onto her in a nearly suffocating hug, sobbing into her shoulder. Frisk, shocked at first, slowly returned the hug, rubbing the biker's back soothingly.

After about ten minutes, Chara had calmed down enough to be sniffling. Frisk held her still, waiting until she'd stopped enough to take a deep breath.

"Thanks," Came the whisper from next to her. "I needed that."

"You're welcome," Frisk said, helping Chara steady herself for a second before the biker got steady. Once she was standing up right, they got on her bike, racing out of the parking lot of the school.

"We're going to your mom's place, right?" Frisk asked.

"Yeah," Chara said. "Gotta pick up Anya so I can get some ice cream with her."

"Sounds good," Frisk said.

"You're welcome to join." Chara said. "Provided you understand that my ice cream is for me and not you."

"You didn't mind when I did it last week," Frisk stuck her tongue out.

"That was you?" Chara asked. "I thought that was Anya. You better not try it again, you sneaky catgirl."

"I make no purr-omises," Frisk snickered.

"Oh god, you're as bad as my mom." Chara groaned. "Don't tell me that you learned from her as well."

"I may have," Frisk snickered. "Now, let's just get Anya and get ice cream."

"Alright," Chara said.

They arrived at Toriel's house, Chara walking up to the house and ringing the doorbell. Toriel opened the door, hugging her.

"How was your meeting?" She asked.

"I got to punch someone again," Chara grinned, something Frisk knew was just trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, I certainly hope they don't get mad." Toriel chuckled. "Anya is helping herself to some chocolate in the fridge."

"Sounds great," Chara grinned, heading into the kitchen and picking up the five year old, who waved her arms wildly with a look of excitement on her face.

"Gotcha, squirt," Chara grinned, turning her to face her. "Now, we're gonna go get ice cream."

Anya pointed at a picture of a purple spider lady she'd drawn.

"Yep, we can go get it at Muffet's." Chara chuckled. "That's a plan."

Anya silently cheered as she hugged Chara around the neck. Chara hugged her back, her eyes watering as she held her close. Frisk, who had a decent view from where she stood, smiled a little bit, fully understanding why Chara even bothered with the PTA.

"Let's hope Muffet's in a good mood to eat with us," Chara said as the three left.

Upon arriving there, Muffet greeted them in her usual, seemingly flirty fashion, even giving Frisk another French kiss, which seemed like a good sign she'd forgiven her.

"Bonjour, mon Cherie, dame de chat (cat lady), mon petit monstre," Muffet said. "What is it today? Beignet et Cidre?"

"And some ice cream," Chara nodded.

"Sounds charmant (lovely)," Muffet grinned. "Coming right up."

They sat down at a table, waiting while Muffet brought out their food and sat down to eat with them. They all chatted, Anya somehow being more chatty than the rest of them.

Afterwards, Chara dropped Frisk off at home and went home with Anya, tucking her in and kissing her forehead before heading to watch TV before she too fell asleep.

And, there's another one... cliche for an Undertale work to have PTA shit, but whatever, I wanted to write this one quick. It seems that they have a decent relationship. And, Muffet's seemingly forgiven Frisk too. Nice. I wonder what happens next.