So, we all know about the PTA meetings, right? Well, this one's not Sans causing trouble...
Frisk and Chara are girls here. I don't want to hear any griping or complaining about how they're 'genderless' or 'they can't be girls!' My story, my rules. They are the manifestation of the player themselves, so my Frisk and Chara are girls because I'm female and I think it fits the story better (plus it's easier on me to put he/she rather than they/them when referring to a single person).
*NOTE* CAPS does not mean that the character is shouting. Paps speaks in all caps, Gaster does too.
"Bold Italic" would be the wingding font that Gaster speaks in. All skeletons can speak it though Gaster is the only one who can't speak any other language, so he uses magically conjured hands to speak with other monsters.
I do not own Undertale, all I own are Kristen (the brothers' mother), Lucida and Boli (the brothers' aunt and uncle) Triton and Sedna (Undyne's parents), Drake and Serran (Alphys parents) and Betus and Gammet (Alphys' siblings).
Chapter 25
"so what's this 'parent teacher association'?" Kristen asked, looking at the paper she'd received in the mail.
"IF I REMEMBER RIGHT, IT IS SOMETHING THAT TORIEL HAS GONE TO A FEW TIMES," Gaster replied, looking at the paper, "IT SEEMS THAT THE NEXT MEETING IS TONIGHT,"
"should i bring somethin' to it? it said somethin' about snacks…" Kristen asked.
"I DO NOT SEE A REASON NOT TO,"
Kristen gave a smile and immediately set to work making an old family recipe.
"ooooo! is that what i think it is?!" came a male voice as a hand reached up to reach in the mixing bowl, "yes! peanut butter-toffee brownies!"
Kristen smacked the hand away, getting a yelp from her eldest son as he drew back his hand.
"ah ah ah, no," Kristen scolded, "they're not for you lil' funny bone, they're for the pta meetin' tonight,"
"what smells so good!" came Pristina's voice as the little girl bounded up to her mother and brother, "brownies?!"
"you can't have any," Sans told his little sister.
"what?! why not!?"
"'cause mama won't let me have any,"
"but that's because i'm her favorite," Pristina said in a 'sky-is-blue' tone.
Ping!
Pristina yelped as Sans turned her soul blue and flipped her upside down.
"what was that now?" he asked with a grin as his good eye sparked.
"i don't have favorites!" Kristen told her children, "lil' funny bone, set your sister down…"
"gently!" Pristina squealed as she dropped alarmingly towards the floor.
"tch, you take the fun outta it, teeny,"
"I S-SMELL CHOCOLATE!" came Serif's voice as she and Papyrus walked in, "CAN I-I-I-I HAVE SOME?"
"YES! I WOULD AGREE WITH THAT SENTIMENT!" Papyrus beamed just for Kristen to shake her head.
"i'll make another batch for y'all when i get these done…actually…uh…it might not be the best that i be tryin' to cook these…" she muttered, "gaster!"
Said husband poked his head out from his workshop and closed an eye.
"YOU FORGOT THAT YOU CAN'T COOK VERY WELL…DIDN'T YOU,"
"i'm gettin' better!" Kristen protested.
"I CAN HE-E-ELP!" Serif chirped, "MUFFET'S BEEN T-T-TEACHING ME!"
Gaster picked up the youngest child and set her on his shoulder.
"THAT WOULD BE LOVELY!" he told her, "YOU MIGHT HAVE TO SHOW ME HOW MUFFET MAKES HER PASTRIES SO GOOD…"
"SHE W-W-WON'T EVEN TELL ME THAT," Serif admitted, frowning as she put a hand to her neck, clearing her 'throat'.
"i wanna help too!" Pristina smiled, standing on her tiptoes to reach the counter.
"ME TOO!" Papyrus started, picking up Pristina and setting her on the counter as Gaster sat Serif on the counter too.
"i think we all can do somethin'," Kristen agreed, "that way we'll have our cake and eat it too…"
"aw, that was so sweet of ya, mama," Sans winked.
"SAAAAAAAANNNNNNSSSSSS!" Gaster, Serif and Papyrus all groaned.
"that was the icing on the cake!" Pristina grinned.
"NOT YOU TOO…" Gaster started.
"aw, c'mon, 'dings, we all know that they're doin' it to get…"
"KRISTEN, DON'T YOU DARE…"
"brownie points!"
"GODDAM-!"
"swear!" Kristen yelled, whacking Gaster on the skull with a wooden spoon.
Gaster glared at her…but put a dollar bill in the glass jar. Pristina picked up the jar, her eyes glowing blue and gold as she shook it, smiling as she heard the rattling.
"mama! it's about full!" she beamed, "we can buy a whole bunch of candy!"
"no sugar for you," Kristen warned, "not after last time…"
"hey, we got a new door at least!" Sans grinned, "and we found out that teeny's blasters have the most adorable googly eyes,"
Pristina blushed a blued gold, scuffing her boot along the counter.
"it was an accident," she muttered.
"what if they don't like us," Kristen wondered, pulling on the sleeves of her light-blue hoodie, "i mean…we've had problems with humans before…"
"I AM SURE EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE," Gaster reassured her, "THE CHILDREN ARE AT HOME, SAFE, TORIEL WILL BE AT THE MEETING…NO ONE IS GOING TO OUTRIGHT HARM US, KRISTEN,"
"heh, yeah, guess you're right," Kristen nodded as they walked into the room…
Just to be met with a whole group of humans and Toriel. That was it. They and Toriel were the only monsters there.
"where are the other monster parents?" Kristen muttered, "did they get scared off?"
Her husband gave a shrug and proceeded to lay the brownies their family had made on the table before walking back to Kristen and taking her hand, pulling out a chair and helping her sit down before pushing it back in and sitting down himself.
Deciding to be friendly, Kristen turned towards one of the nearest humans.
"hiya, my name's Kristen…what's yours?"
The human woman smiled and shook Kristen's hand.
"The name's Gwen," she smiled, "Hey, are you related to Serif and Pristina?"
"my lil' baby bones, yep," Kristen smiled.
"My daughter Cira won't stop talking about them," Gwen told her, "She seems really attached to Pristina,"
"oh so you're the mama of the kid my lil' artist's been goin' on and on about!" Kristen beamed, "Pristina's talked non-stop about her human friend,"
"She leaves quite the impression," Gwen laughed, "Cira's normally very shy, but Pristina somehow made her way into her heart,"
"heh, that's just my lil' artist for ya," Kristen shrugged.
Gwen opened her mouth to talk when another woman stood up.
"Alright, I see that everyone is here, let's get started," she began, "So on the board here is what we're going to address today,"
"and who's this?" Kristen whispered to Gwen.
"Linda, head of the PTA," Gwen whispered back, "She's…well…she's kinda a witch,"
"…greeeeaaaat," Kristen grumbled, taking a look at the board.
Todays Meeting:
Vaccinations
Bake Sale
Science Fair
Translators
Bullying Issues
"First issue, vaccinations," Linda started, "Now, I believe that they should be made optional…"
"WHAT IN BLAZES IS THIS HUMAN TALKING ABOUT?" Gaster asked quietly.
"'dings, don't do it…" Kristen warned.
Her husband's eyes flashed and he politely raised his hand, two spectral ones shimmering into being.
"PARDON ME, MS. LINDA," he started, "BUT WHAT IS YOUR BASIS FOR THIS?"
Linda just stared at him, her piggy little eyes narrowed as she tried understanding what was said…
"i uh…guess you don't speak sign language, eh?" Kristen asked.
She was met with silence.
"sorry 'bout that, my husband is unable to speak english, so he signs to help others understand him," she explained, "but uh, since you don't speak or understand sign language, i guess i can translate. he asked what your basis on the whole 'vaccinations should be optional' shtick of yours,"
"Vaccines cause autism," Linda stated, "I have several articles that spell tha-"
"VACCINES DO NOT CAUSE AUTISM," Gaster protested, "AT MOST YOU WOULD GET AN ALLERGIC REACTION DUE TO THE CHEMICALS INSIDE, AND EVEN THEN, THAT IS A .000001% CHANCE,"
"…'dings…i'm not gonna be able to say all that," Kristen told him before turning to Linda, "uh, long story short, they don't cause autism,"
She looked at the human, closing an eye.
"and lemme guess, you got most of your argument from 'autism speaks', right?" Kristen asked, "uh, ya do know that the same person who heads it also admitted to wanting to kill their kid, right? so, your argument is not valid,"
Linda's face turned red and Gwen bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"And what is his validation?" Linda hissed.
"oh, him? heh, easy," Kristen smiled, "my husband is a doctor with…how many phds do ya got, 'dings?"
"SEVEN," Gaster replied, holding up seven fingers, "WELL, TECHNICALLY TWELVE, BUT FIVE OF THEM DEAL WITH MAGIC AND TIME-SPACE CONTINUUM AND APPARENTLY THAT IS NOT RECOGNIZED HERE,"
"still, that's twelve more than her i bet," Kristen shrugged, "i mean, sans has three and he's workin' on his fourth, 'm sure he's bound determined to beat ya…"
"LET HIM TRY," Gaster grinned, chuckling.
"so uh, take it from a doc," Kristen finished, "get the kids vaccinated, it's better t' have 'em with ya than havin' 'em in a hospital,"
Gwen was really trying not to laugh, Toriel just put her head in her palm…she was starting to question whether or not that alerting Gaster and Kristen to the PTA was a good idea. She then crossed off 'Vaccinations' from the board.
"Next!" Toriel started, "The Bake Sale. Due to the lack of funds, it has been decided that we would have a student wide bake sale to raise money for new classroom equipment in both the music and art departments,"
"But we just got equipment!" one of the parents protested.
"For the sports programs yes," Toriel explained.
"My daughter came home with a massive splinter from one of the choral chairs," Gwen explained, "those old wooden things need to be replaced…Cira's not the only one who's been hurt,"
"and the art supplies in the art program aren't good either," Kristen added, "heh, my lil' artist, pristina, has been complainin' about it for a while now,"
"Everyone deserves to have new tools," a teacher started, "it's about time we did something for the Fine Art department…they've been overlooked for a long time,"
"couldn't have said it better myself," Kristen smiled, getting a brighter grin from the teacher, "say, you're the art teacher, right?"
"Guilty," the teacher admitted, "I have to say, your girls are very creative…I enjoy having them,"
"I hate to break up the friendly conversation," Toriel started, "But, we need to talk about what we are going to do for the bake sale,"
"We could have it on the 16th," Linda started.
"No can do, soccer tryouts are that day," another parent started, "there'll be no room. And soccer is really trying with kids and parents' patience,"
"what about the 25th?" Kristen suggested, "there's nothin' on that day and besides, it'll give the soccer parents a chance to calm down a bit,"
Toriel shot a look at Linda, who looked really red in the face. This was shot number two…and by the looks of it…Kristen was not going to back off.
"I like the 25th," one of the soccer moms nodded, "And the forecast says it'll be a beautiful day!"
"IT MIGHT BE NOTED THAT WE SHOULD SET UP TENTS FOR PARENTS AND CHILDREN ALIKE SO THEY CAN COOL OFF," Gaster suggested, "AND THAT WAY IN THE CASE IT DOES TURN BAD ON THAT DAY, NOTHING WILL BE RUINED. OF COURSE, WE WILL HAVE TO KEEP CERTAIN GOODS AWAY FROM OTHERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE ALLERGIES. PEANUT-BASED PRODUCTS SHOULD NOT BE IN THE SAME TENT AS SOME OF THE OTHER GOODS BECAUSE THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE VIOLENT REACTIONS TO IT,"
"he's right," Kristen nodded, "and I think muffet knows a few good healthy recipes for those with other intolerances… 'least that's what my lil' tornado, serif, says,"
"The spider!?" one of the parents sputtered.
"yeah, muffet's a spider," Kristen started, looking at the parent, "what tipped ya off? the eight legs? the fangs? muffet makes the best desserts i've ever had…save for her majesty's butterscotch cinnamon pie,"
"Kristen, you flatter me," Toriel smiled, a faint blush coloring her white fur.
"it's true!"
"But it's unsanitary!" the parent protested, "All those bugs…"
"Now, Helen, I've been to Miss Muffet's bakery," Gwen started, "It's the most clean place I've been and she's quite kind. I bet if you ask her, she'll refrain from putting insects in her goods or at least separate them…"
"because they're good that way too," Kristen muttered with a wry smile.
"NOW KRISTEN…"
"And that is fixed too," Toriel announced, crossing that off the list, "Next is the Science Fair,"
Gaster's eyes flashed and Kristen gave a sigh, putting her skull in her hands.
"oh, boy, here comes the mad scientist…" she mumbled, getting Gwen to snort and Gaster to glare at her.
"I say we put strict regulations on what can and cannot be done," Helen suggested, only to freeze at the low growl filtering through the room.
Kristen rammed her elbow into her husband's ribcage, making the growl pitch upwards in pain.
"'dings, knock it off!" she hissed.
"YOU CANNOT PUT RESTRICTIONS ON THE IMAGINATION!" Gaster protested, his hands signing in a flurry of movement, "THAT IS NOT WHAT SCIENCE IS FOR! YOU TEST BOUNDRIES, YOU BEND AND SOMETIMES BREAK THE RULES. THE MIND IS A WONDERFUL TOOL AND YOU ARE PUTTING IT IN CHAINS…"
"g, calm down," Kristen warned.
"NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" Gaster growled, "NOT ONLY IS THIS COMPLETELY INANE AND IDIOTIC, THIS IS UNFAIR TO THE STUDENTS!"
"w.d. gaster, stop it," Kristen snarled, her eyes glowing brilliant cerulean blue as she grabbed his hands and making him freeze, "that's enough. you've made your point. now, what we're gonna do is act reasonable…got it?"
"…GOT IT," Gaster muttered.
"good," Kristen stated, turning towards the shell-shocked PTA, "sorry 'bout that, he's a little touchy when it comes to what people can and can't do in the area of science. Anyways, uh…how 'bout this…instead of strictly puttin' in regulations…we give certain boundaries? No human, or monster, experimentation. And if an animal's involved, they have to run it past us…so somethin' like pavlov's experiment with the dog is good,"
"…I CAN AGREE WITH THAT," Gaster nodded.
"and you all?" Kristen asked.
"I think that's wonderful," Gwen stated as Toriel crossed that off the list.
"The school translators," Toriel stated.
"We should just fire them all," Linda huffed, "The native language here is English, so why have students who can't speak it,"
"That…doesn't make any sense!" one of the teachers sputtered, "The school isn't just for English speakers, it's for all cultures and languages. Those Translators are there to help both sides to understand each other and help them learn the other's language,"
"wait a sec, 'cida's one of those translators…right?" Kristen asked her husband.
"SHE HELPS PEOPLE UNDERSTAND SERIF WHEN SHE HAS ONE OF HER FITS," Gaster replied, "AND ALSO HELPS THE STUDENTS LEARN SIGN-LANGUAGE AS WELL. LUCIDA IS QUITE GOOD AT HER JOB,"
"Apparently they're not doing their job!" Helen snorted, "My son came back home yesterday complaining about the number of students speaking Spanish or Japanese or whatever it was…and then that one monster who couldn't even get words out…"
"she's not talkin' about my lil' tornado is she…"
"Or at least they didn't sound like words! And when she tried to talk, she'd flap these glowing hands like a retard and…"
"…she is…"
"KRISTEN…" Gaster warned.
The lights flickered as cerulean blue magic filtered through the air.
"You're talking about Serif, aren't you?" Linda asked.
"Yes that terrible little monster who does it just for attention…"
BANG!
Kristen stood up abruptly, knocking the chair to the ground as she stretched out her hand.
Ping!
Helen's soul burned a rich royal blue and she was currently being pinned against the wall.
"say. that. again," Kristen growled, her eyes burning with cerulean blue fire.
"W-What?!" Helen stammered, still in shock from Kristen's outburst.
"call my daughter that again…i dare you,"
"Kristen, that is enough," Toriel started, but Kristen wasn't listening…she was in 'mama bear' mode.
And the only thing known to snap her out of it…was her duty as a soldier. So, Toriel had to remind her of where Kristen stood in the hierarchy of the Monster Kingdom.
"Captain I.T.C. Kristen of the Royal Elite Guard," Toriel ordered, slipping into her 'Queen Toriel' voice, "as your queen and commander I order you to stand down!"
Immediately Kristen released the human's soul. Her eyes were the dark, soulless voids that Toriel had only seen on Sans, but she shook with a barely suppressed rage that felt as real as fire. Gaster gently took Kristen's hand and led her out of the room.
"We are not getting rid of the translators," Toriel said firmly, glaring at Helen and Linda both, "If anything, we need them more than ever,"
And with that, she joined Kristen and Gaster in the hall.
Gaster put his hands on his wife's shoulders and looked at the queen.
"I AM DEEPLY SORRY," he apologized.
"No, do not be sorry, Gaster," Toriel told him, "Kristen is still protective of her children, always has been and always will be. It is just something in common with mothers. Pristina and Serif are a miracle among your kind. Twins are not even heard of amongst the skeletons…you said so much yourself. Coupled that rare birth along with her own Resurrection, Kristen probably is more defensive of her children than a normal parent,"
"'m fine," Kristen growled, "just wanted to teach that stuck up pig a few manners…but then again, she'd prob'ly ham it up so that it looked like i attacked her for no reason,"
"…I AM NOT EVEN GOING TO REMARK ON THAT PUN," Gaster told her, "WITH YOUR LEAVE, YOUR MAJESTY, I WILL TAKE KRISTEN HOME…"
"Do not worry about it," Toriel told him, reaching into her bag and pulling out a container, "I was going to give this to you both after the meeting…it is for the children, I remember how much they enjoyed the last pie I sent, so I made one for you to take with you,"
"thanks, your majesty," Kristen muttered, "'m sorry 'bout the trouble i caused…and uh…tell gwen i understand if she doesn't want her lil' girl near pristina and serif…"
"She seems to like you, Kristen," Toriel replied, "I hardly believe she would do such a thing. Now, you both go home to your little ones, I will let you know what happened,"
"THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY," Gaster said as he and Kristen walked out the door.
Kristen's a mama bear...mess with her kids and you're gonna have a bad time. Anyway, next chapter will basically be this one...but what was happening at the house because you know the twins and their brothers are going to be causing mischief! Also...I hid an Easter Egg in here...it connects to some of my other stories, so I wanna see if you can find it :)
Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.