Sans's POV

Sans walked down the seemingly endless hallway, staring ahead of him as if the future itself were his enemy. In this case, it pretty much was. He knew what was coming —— and it wouldn't be good.

He glanced at the doors he passed, finding one on his left with a yellow plaque on the top. Etched into it was 'Room 106'.

Underneath it was a piece of paper taped to the window.

PTA Meeting Room, it read, almost screaming in the skeleton's mind.

He turned the doorknob slowly.

For Frisk, he thought. I'm doing this for Frisk.

"You must be Sans," said a deep, manly voice. The owner of the voice was a bulky man with broad shoulders and a wide, toothy grin. He had a bit of a tan, not quite dark, but definitely not light, either.

Behind him stood the girl in the combat boots.

It was Amy, no doubt. The girl who saved his kid.

"Uh, yeah. Heya," he said, shaking the man's meaty hand.

"I hope we can be friends. It would be better if we stuck up for monsters as a team. Diana absolutely hates them," he explained, lowering his voice a little.

The girl pushed her way to her father's side, holding out her hand for him to shake as well. "I'm Amy," she said, "Frisk's friend."

Oh yes, Frisk had told him all about this girl. They seemed to think she was some sort of superhero.

"Nice to officially meet ya," Sans replied, shaking her hand as well.

She leaned over to whisper in his nonexistent ear. "You might want to sit next to us. Linda is going to make sure your time here are the worst moments of your life."

He nodded understandingly. Having dealt with every horrible person under the sun, how bad could these women really be?

Oh boy, he was in for a real treat.

"Listen up, everyone!" a woman said, tapping a glass with a spoon at the head of the table as everyone began to take their seats. She had a short brown bob —— though not nearly as messy as Frisk's —— and piercing brown eyes that seemed to stare straight into Sans's soul. She wore a black shirt underneath a dark purple denim jacket. Her skirt was white and tight around her legs, going down to just above her knees.

Sans already had a bad feeling about this lady.

"My name is Diana, for those of you who are new." She smiled, but it seemed forced. "Welcome to the second PTA meeting of the semester."

At that moment she looked around the room and her gaze fell immediately on Sans, her smile fading away as quick as it had appeared. Her eyes glared daggers at him from across the room.

"We're very happy to have you all here," she said, though this woman —— Diana —— did not seem at all happy that a monster was in a room with her.

Diana went over a few standard school issues —— such as funding the arts program, the upcoming school play, dress code, et cetera —— until finally she got to the 'bullying' section of her speech.

"Have any of your children experienced this problem in our school? I personally have not heard of anything happening as of this year, but school policy says that we need to make sure of this," she said, feigning the sympathy that Sans could see she obviously did not possess.

His hand shot straight up in the air.

Diana recoiled in shock; not from the fact that his kid had been bullied, but more from the fact that the skeleton could move.

"Really?" She asked him, resting her head in her palms, elbows sitting now on the table. "Do tell."

"You might know my kid, Frisk" —— everybody except for Amy and her father flinched —— "from around the school. Yeah, that kid. Don't act like you care, I know you don't. They've been receiving some bad treatment from some boys in the higher grades," he explained.

Diana sighed. "Well, now that that's over with, we can move on to—"

"I'M NOT DONE, DIANA." Sans found himself slamming his bony hands onto the table, his eye socket flickering a menacing shade of light blue.

Diana stared at him in shock. Finally, she laid her hands neatly on top of the table, then almost instantly clenched them into fists. She was on her last nerve with this skeleton monster.

"I would like you to leave, sir," she said, her voice dripping with venom. She never stopped staring him down as he stood up.

"No one hurts my kid, do you hear me?! No one," he spat back. "I know you don't care, because I'm a monster from the Underground, and you think I don't belong here. Frisk would tell you that we belong here as much as anybody else, and that's why they're getting hurt! You won't do anything to help, just because I'm a little different from you. Well, you're the worst one I've met, and I hope my kid never runs into you!"

With that, he teleported away.

A/N: Hey everybody! This chapter was a bit longer than expected, but I'm really happy with how it came out! Daily reminder: this story is also on , so if you have friends that love Undertale and don't have Wattpad, they can read it too!! Sorry for the long wait for the next chapter, I have another story I have to write now and I am a lazy piece of trash, anyway, suggestions comments. Bye!