Whoa, wha? Another PTA Undertale chapter? In two days? AAAH! *Dies*
So, yeah, I'm back. I decided to post this one first instead of the BatIM fic, because I actually came up with yet another PTA fic idea last night. I was going to combine that one with this one, but I couldn't think of a good way to put them together smoothly. Thus, this came out the way it was originally planned. Don't worry, if I have time, I'll try to post the second one soon, possibly in mid-December. Anyway, enough talk. See you at the bottom of the page.
Chapter 35: A Historically Accurate Thanksgiving (Or Not)
Bee-dede-dee-de-bee-dede-dee-de! Dee-debedebede-bee!
"Alright everyone! Gather round!" Flowey called. In the teacher's lounge, the parents and teachers who had been hanging around the snack table and eating Undyne's tea cookies, for fear of what would happen if no one did, returned to their seats.
Undyne had her feet on the coffee table and her arms behind her head in true anime hero fashion. Alphys sat next to her and sweated apologetically at the humans who eyed Undyne's behavior disapprovingly.
Flowey opened the folder next to him. "Okay, I know this is sure to spark some sort of headache inducing argument, but here's the main thing we have to decide today: a Thanksgiving play before break starts. Any ideas for what we should do?" Linda raised her hand. "I'm going to regret this," Flowey muttered. "Yes, Linda?"
"When I was a child," Linda began, "we would put on a play recreating the first Thanksgiving. I think we should do that at this school, too." There were some murmurs of agreement from both humans and monsters. "I think the human students should be the pilgrims and the monsters should be the natives." Fewer murmurs of agreement.
"...Why?" Flowey asked.
Linda faltered. "Oh, well, you know..."
"I don't, actually."
"Um—"
"Hang on..." Undyne swung her legs off the table and set her hands on her hips. "This reminds me of that one movie Alphys and I watched a month ago... what was it called again, hon?"
"T-the Addams Family?" Alphys offered.
"Yeah, that one. The only reason I bring it up is because they did something similar to this in the climax. All the 'good' children played the pilgrims and all the 'bad' or 'wrong' children played the natives. You wanna know how that ended, punk?" She flashed a toothy grin and Linda flinched. "The 'bad' kids set the stage on fire and took over the show. It was actually kinda epic!"
"How horrid..." Linda muttered, and Undyne stopped grinning.
"Anyway, my point is, I think you're trying to do the same thing here; making the 'good' humans, pilgrims and 'bad' monsters, natives. That's not very fair."
"What's wrong with being a native?" Helen wondered aloud, trying to bite through her lemon square without making it look like she was trying.
"N-n-nothing, of course" Alphys pushed her glasses up her snout. "But I think what Undyne is trying to say is, is that the students shouldn't be limited to a role based on their race. We should let them choose which role to play and audition for it themselves. A-also, there's the issue of the accuracy of this play you're proposing, Linda."
"It's not supposed to be completely accurate; it's just to show the children the basic facts of the first Thanksgiving," Linda said and tossed her blond hair over her shoulder.
"That's another thing, actually," Alphys said. "According to some college text books Dr. Gaster showed me, the arrival of Europeans to what would eventually become the United States had the same or even more adverse effects for the natives than benefits."
"Oh. My. Stars. GUYS!" Flowey shouted. Everyone looked at him. "This is an elementary school play. If we can't agree on a play for the kids, then I'll eat Helen's lemon squares and shoot them out of my mouth at you all like a cannon ball."
"Hey!" Helen protested through a mouthful of lemon square.
"I could use some dodging practice." Undyne cricked her neck and grinned.
"Alright, fine!" Linda snapped. "Let's do it your way, then: humans as the natives and monsters as the pilgrims—"
"Y-you're missing the point!" Alphys said in exasperation. "We need to let the students decide what role they want to play! A melting pot, like this country is supposed to be?"
"Well..." Linda hesitated, and then sighed. "Fine. I suppose you'll want to be in charge of writing the script?"
Alphys shrank in on herself. "O-oh, I'm not a very good playwright, but Mettaton would know what to do."
"You have a point, Al," Undyne said. "I don't really care for the guy, but he has a way with scripts."
"Great," Flowey said as he wrote something down in his folder. "When should auditions be?"
"Break starts in two weeks," Linda said. "We should probably send out flyers tomorrow or over the weekend to give the students time to practice for the role they want to play."
"Good, good, I like that," Flowey nodded and continued to write. "What day do we want to start rehearsal?"
"Probably as soon as auditions are over," Gloria offered.
"Mm-hm. Hey, Gloria, maybe you could help Robobo with staging and directions?" Gloria nodded, and Flowey wrote something else down. "Okay, here's what we got: A script co-written by Robobo and Gloria, an evenly divided judging group of monsters and humans for auditions, and a premier date of the second to last day before break. Does that sound good?" Everyone murmured their agreements, and Flowey snapped the folder shut. "Awesome, I'll get the PTA president to approve this, and then I'll ask my mom to drive me to Robobo's office for his help. He'll probably say yes, but apparently it's better to ask. Meeting dismissed."
Head Canon I Don't Actually Think #42: Alphys is a scientist, but given the limited knowledge monsters have of more recent human holidays (such as Thanksgiving, which has only been around for a few centuries, long after the monsters were sealed underground), Alphys is doing her best to learn and share as much as she can about human events to better assimilate monsters and humans together. It works the opposite way, too: Alphys learns as much as she can about monster holidays to share with humans.
Aaand done! This definitely isn't my favorite chapter, but I think it works. What do you all think?
I imagine Mettaton would get along pretty well with Gloria: two dancers trying to enjoy their art, with some success, to boot! Of course, Mettaton did indeed agree to help write and choreograph the play, what with him being a patron of the school and all.
Anyway, what did you think? Was it boring, original, meh? Leave a review, tell me what you thought, and I'll try to come back soon... I hope. Until then!
