Hang on, whaaaaaaaat?! A PTA Undertale chapter? And it's about Chara?! AAAAAAAAH- *dies*.

So yeah I'm back yay. I remember someone saying they were eager to see Chara in a PTA AU, and I didn't have any other plans for a PTA chapter, so boom, have a chapter. There are three Head Canons I Don't Actually Think, so prepare yourself.

I'm not super satisfied with this chapter, but I hope you'll like it. See you at the bottom of the page.


Chapter 31: A Demon's Detention


"So, my mom said Frisk Dreemurr should've stayed home instead of running away to Mt. Ebott and freeing the monsters."

"You mean the kid who isn't a boy or a girl? Honestly, I kind of agree. I had to get transferred to this school because of the monsters coming down and now my old friends are cool with them, even though it meant I had to go to a new school and only get to see my friends during summer breaks. I wish that kid had stayed in their room with their real parents."

"Um, you should be careful with what you say. I heard they're followed by a demon that haunts those who bad mouth them."

"And you are correct!"

The two boys, Liam and Hunter, jumped and turned to see a child with a green and yellow striped sweater, brown hair that nearly reached their shoulders, and a bright yet somehow menacing smile on their face. They looked familiar.

"…Frisk?" Liam asked.

"Nope."

"Then who-?"

"Chara's the name; don't wear it out." They turned to the other boy, who had been more cautious yet still guilty of badmouthing Frisk. "How'd you hear about the demon who protects Frisk?"

"W-well, my friend Sam said his mom saw the demon in her dreams at a PTA meeting and scared her because she said mean things about Frisk."

"Ah, yes," Chara smiled even more. "Good times. Now, onto you two…" The boys hugged each other in fright. Chara's eyes turned black. "Who said you two could talk smack about Frisk?"

-Later That Day-

Helen hurried into the principal's office and gripped her son, Hunter, by his shoulders. He was sitting in a chair next to his friend Liam, and next to that boy was…

"…Fruits? Is that you?" They turned and Helen flinched. "I know you! You wouldn't try my lemon squares when that meeting got canceled a few chapters ago!"

The Author cleared her throat while walking out of a closet with a broom in hand. "No breaking the fourth wall in the halls."

"But we're not in the halls…?"

"My message still stands."

The principal, Eric Richards, entered the room with a cup of coffee and sat behind the desk. He looked tiredly at Chara. "So, I assume you still refuse to tell us who your parents are?"

Chara nodded. "I'm not a student, so what's the point?"

"You still sneak into the school without being recorded on the security cameras and terrorize the staff, parents, and students." He ran a hand through his thinning hair.

"Well, that's the deal when you're a demon. And no," they pointed a finger at Helen as she opened her mouth, "that's not a kind of monster. Demons and monsters are completely different. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. That's also kind of the deal when you're a demon; you just know."

Mr. Richards sighed and rubbed at his temples. "Chara, you can't keep scaring people and sneaking into the school. People might think you're trying to attack the school. Then, people won't think it's safe here and the monster x human school could close. Is that what you want?"

Chara looked into their lap. "…No," they finally sighed. "I just want to protect Frisk from people who pick on them. It's… kind of my only purpose."

Helen looked between the principal and the demon. It seemed strange to her that a demon could have a purpose beyond tormenting bad souls. And yet, here one was, sitting in a chair with their hands in their lap like any other scolded child.

Mr. Richards hummed and folded his hands on his desk. "Tell you what," he said, "I can't just let you slide for scaring the members of this school, so I'll give you two days of detention."

Chara immediately looked up with indignation. "WHAT?"

"BUT," he continued, "you can trade your second day of detention for a pass to enter this school, as long as you do it the right way: through the administration office."

Chara thought for a moment. "You mean, walk in through the door and enter my information into an ID sticker for visitors?"

"Yes," said the principal.

"Um," Helen interjected. "Is it really okay to allow a demon into the school, through the right way or not?"

"I believe Chara is telling the truth; they only cause trouble when others are picking on their friend. No one should pick on anyone, so as for you two," he looked at Hunter and Liam. "For your punishment, I'd like you both to write an apology letter to Frisk. In neat handwriting, please."

Liam groaned, but nodded. Hunter simply nodded and turned to Chara. "Sorry for the trouble," he said sheepishly.

Chara smiled, more genuinely this time. "No problem."

-Even Later That Day-

Frisk smiled as they read through the two letters that had been dropped off at their house. They didn't know who made those boys do this, but it was a nice gesture anyway. Flowey was sitting in his normal pot on the table next to them, writing notes that he would place in a folder for the next PTA meeting. While he wasn't looking, Frisk would smile up at the demon standing behind them, who would smirk and wink at them when their eyes met. They didn't bother asking why Chara had been missing for an hour after school.


Head Canon I Don't Actually Think #36: The principal, Eric Richards, is a round shaped but still kind hearted older man, like a nonromanticized Santa Claus without the beard. He was chosen by the government to be the principal, but he's much fairer with both humans and monsters than one would think by just looking at him.

Head Canon I Don't Actually Think #37: The PTA moms don't have a physical descriptor besides Linda being blonde and Linda and Helen likely being white suburban moms; thus, their children Sam and Hunter don't have physical descriptors. You can use your lovely imaginations to give them an appearance.

Head Canon I Don't Actually Think #38: Chara has never told Frisk that they haunt people who talk smack about the ambassador to humans and monsters. Frisk has their suspicions, but has said nothing on this matter.


Goody-goody-gumdrops, the chapter is done. I hope you liked it.

I'll be going back to college around August 25, so I might not have something posted for a while. Hopefully, this will feed you long enough for me to find a time to write for fun. I have to do work study this year to earn more text book money (wweh), so I'm worried I won't have a lot of free time or even time to work on homework. So… yeah. On the plus side, I got Dean's List last semester; I just hope I can keep my grades up.

This chapter kept trying to go in different directions, but I finally found a plot that worked without me having to change The List. I hope you like it more than I do!

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