Chapter 13:
Flowey's P.O.V- third person
"Remind me- why am I coming here again? I thought I wasn't allowed to come back to this torture chamber?" Flowey asked the skeleton who was carrying him. Sans sighed.
"Nobody is at home to make sure you don't go around killing people, so you've got to come with Frisk and I to the PTA meeting." The skeleton said. Flowey sighed in annoyance. Frisk gave the flower a sympathetic look.
"How many times do I have to tell you- I can't kill people and get away with it anymore." Flowey spat. Sans rolled his eyes, or lack thereof.
"You keep telling yourself that bud," the short skeleton said as he pushed open the doors to the school. Flowey sulked in his pot.
Sans and Frisk made their way through the school, ignoring the people who were gawking at them. Sans stopped in front of the door to the PTA. He looked at Flowey.
"Alright, Flowey," he said. "Ima gonna give you a bit of a warning here: the moms in the PTA? Not nice. So just- try and behave, will you?" Flowey, still sulking, nodded. Sans sighed, and pushed open the door.
Frisk immediately made their way over to their desk, bringing Sans and Flowey with them. Sans set Flowey down on the table, and the demonic flower sighed. He had the feeling he was gonna be here for a while.
"Hello everyone!" a sickly sweet voice greeted Flowey's non-existent ears. He looked up, and noticed a lady with her hair drawn into a tight bun, waaaaaay to much makeup on, and manicured nails. He decided he hated her instantly.
"That's Linda," Sans whispered to Flowey with a defiant note of hate in his voice. Flowey looked at him.
"I'm guessing you don't like her." he assumed. Sans nodded, staring at Linda like he wished to bore holes through her skull. Linda began talking again, and Flowey began to zone out, daydreaming about killing everyone. He snapped to attention when he heard Frisk's name though.
"Wait, what was that?" he asked. Linda started, staring at the golden buttercup. A flicker of recognition flashed through her eyes, and her mouth morphed into an ugly sneer.
"You must be that sunflower Helen told me about," she said. "The one that threatened to kill her?" Flowey nodded, glaring at her with red hot rage dancing behind his eyes.
"2 things," he said. "A), I'm a fricking buttercup, not a sunflower. Get it through your thick skull. And b), what did you say about Frisk?" Linda, who appeared rather startled, quickly regained her composure.
"I was just saying that Frisk here is a perfect example of how vaccines cause autism." she said. Flowey stared at her for a count of three seconds, till h finally got it.
"Wait- You know Frisk isn't autistic, right?" he asked incredulously. Linda gave him a disapproving look.
"Or course she is- have you seen the way she flaps around her arms instead of speaking like a normal person?" Linda asked. Flowey gnashed his teeth together.
"If you were smart, you'd notice that those 'hand motions' Frisk does are sign language," he spat. "And Frisk is NON-BINARY. Meaning they DON'T HAVE A GENDER." Linda stiffened, and looked away from the enraged flower.
"Whatever," she muttered. "I don't have time to be talking to a sentient sunflower. We'll discuss the vaccine issue later." At this point, Flowey was seething with rage. Not only did this lady misgender Frisk, but she called him a sunflower! Twice!
"Now, moving onto the school play," Linda said, snapping Flowey out of his musings. He glared at the lady, sure she was hell-spawn.
"What kind of play should we host this year?" Linda asked.
"How about Cinderella?" someone suggested. Linda looked at them approvingly.
"Any objections to the choice of Cinderella?" she asked. Nobody called out any objections. Linda smiled sweetly, and wrote: SCHOOL PLAY= CINDERELLA on the blackboard. She looked at the audience of adults and students again.
"Ok, now we just have to choose which people will be the judges," she said. "I'm thinking it should be Helen, Gloria, Diana, and I. Any objections?" Flowey raised a leaf, which of course went unnoticed by the entire audience. He sighed.
"I HAVE AN OBJECTION!" Flowey shouted at the top of his (imaginary) lungs, successfully scaring everyone in the room, including Sans and Frisk. Linda pursed her lips, and looked at the golden buttercup.
"Yes?" she asked through clenched teeth. Flowey swatted a petal out of his face.
"Why are all the judges human?" he asked. "Shouldn't there be a few monsters to be judges as well?" Linda glared at him.
"Because," she ground out. "Monsters know nothing of acting." Flowey raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" he asked. "'Cause one of your favorite actors is a monster, based on those earrings your wearing." Linda flushed, and self-consciously touched the MTT brand earrings she was wearing.
"W-well, that, um," Linda stuttered, unable to come up with a response. Flowey smiled smugly.
"So, as I was saying," he said, completely ignoring Linda's growing look of anger. "I think we should have 2 human judges, and two monster judges. That's fair. I'm thinking maybe Papyrus could act as a judge, or maybe Mettaton. Or even Toriel, I don't really care." Flowey continued rambling, listing names, completely oblivious to Linda. He was forced to acknowledge her presence however, when she slammed a hand down on the table, startling everyone.
"No!" she shrieked. "We are not going to have monsters act as judges! They know nothing of the fine arts, and will bring down this schools reputation! We should drive them back underground before its to late! None of them deserve to be up here, they are all awful!" Linda finished her rant, breathing heavily. Flowey casually inspected one of his petals. He looked at Frisk and Sans.
"And you think I have anger issues," he muttered. "This chick is flipping crazy!" He snapped his head back in the direction of Linda again.
"You are the most annoying, awful, evil person I have ever met," he spat. "And that's saying something, compared to me. Monsters will act as judges, and we will not be driven back underground." Linda glared at him.
"Shut your mouth, you pathetic sunflower." she sneered.
And Flowey lost it.
"WHY DON'T YOU TRY IT?" he screeched. "DO YOU HAVE ANY FREAKING IDEA WHAT YOUR SAYING, HOW MUCH OF AN IDIOT YOU SOUND LIKE RIGHT NOW? I AM A BUTTERCUP, NOT A SUNFL0OWRR!" he glared at Helen with red-hot fury dancing behind his eyes.
"I CoUlD Kill yoU riGHt NOw AnD Not LOSe An inCH oF sLEEP oVer it!" he shrieked. "YOU ARE A WITCH! I HOPE YOU DIE!" he glared at her, breathing heavily. As for Linda, she looked totally shell-shocked and scared. Flowey inhaled deeply.
"YoU rEaLly aRe an iDIot, AREn't YoU?" he asked, voice laced with a demonic quality.. Linda shuddered. Flowey gave her a creepy smile.
"ArE mOnsTeRs gOiNg TO BE jUdgEs Now?" he asked, voice still hosting the demonic quality. Linda shuddered again and nodded. Flowey also nodded.
"aRe yOu gOiNg To mIsgEnDeR fRiSK EVEr aGAiN ?" Linda shook her head.
"ARe yoU gOiNG TO cAlL mE A Sun-flower EvER AGaiN?" Linda shook her head again, tears now starting to form in her eyes. Flowey nodded approvingly.
"GooD." he said, then dropped the demonic act completely. "Well now, that was fun. On with the meeting!" Linda shakily looked up at the clock.
"A-actually the meeting is over now," she said with a clear tremor in her voice. Flowey pretended to look surprised.
"Oh, really?" he asked. "Oh well."
Frisk picked up Flowey's pot, and they, Flowey and Sans exited the class. Once they were outta earshot, Flowey turned to Sans.
"I'm in trouble now, arent I?" he asked. Sans looked at him wearing the biggest grin he had ever seen.
"Are you kidding?" he asked. "That was freaking amazing! Can I bring you to more PTA meetings?" Flowey smirked.
"Defiantly."
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So...
I'm alive.
Yeah...
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Ok, Ima cut the awkward silence right now and explain myself.
I have a number of reasons why I have procrastinated uploading this chapter, as listed below.
a) I've been busy with school. Seriously. Seventh grade is pretty difficult when your teacher freaking hates your guts.
b) Family issues. My uncle is really sick with cancer.
c) I was actually worried about uploading this chapter. All the stuff I know about the PTA Undertale is from this site. I was worried I'd mess something up, or accidentally offend someone somehow. Please don't flame me alive if I've done either of those things, believe me, if I do, its completely unintentional.
Moving on...
I'm pretty sure there are four chapters left of this story, including an epilogue. Once this story is done, I might start up an Undertale oneshot thing, like I mentioned in a previous chapter.
OH ALSO REALLY IMPORTANT RIGHT HERE: Guys, I have great news! Since June is literally two days away, I wont have to worry about putting effort into my schoolwork as my teachers wont be doing report cards! Yay! So that should mean I should be able to upload more! Double Yay! Though, lets be honest here. This is me we're talking about. The next chapter is probably going to be in July or something. Hopefully not. I'd like to wrap up this story before the end of June, actually.
Wow that's a lot of writing.
Au revoir, little biscuits!