A peculiar feeling came over Sans as Linda prepared to speak. On one hand, he had no wish to hear Linda's opinion upon any topic, she had made her position very apparent on almost every issue imaginable. But at the same time, he knew that a mind like hers has no filter, and so he bided his time.
"As I informed everyone last week," Linda began pompously, "The drama budget will not be enough to cover the cost of the set for this years play. And despite my best efforts, the bake sale did not quite cover the cost. So I suggest we cut unnecessary spending to compensate."
A fair point, if conceitedly presented. It didn't bother him however, there was no need to rush. There was still plenty of time left in the meeting, so Sans sat and waited.
The discussion remained upon the topic of the play for some time, as no one was able to come up with a feasible plan. Suggestions ranged wildly in scope and realism, and some choice comments were made often by Linda.
"My kid likes that too much for it to stop"
"Perhaps if some people pulled their weight, that could work."
"That's a monstrous idea."
She had a way of tearing down ideas without giving anything of her own. Any of her comments could have been cause for a response from Sans, but to everyone's surprise he had remained uncharacteristically silent. Outside he was smiling, but inside he gritted his teeth and waited for her to cross the line.
"Why don't we fire the translator?"
Sans heard it as soon as it had spilled from her mouth. It was Linda's first suggestion of the meeting, and the opportunity Sans had been waiting for.
"And just what do you mean by that, Linda?" He said, keeping himself in check for the moment.
"Frisk isn't even deaf; he's just faking it for attention. Besides, my kid cannot focus with him flapping his hands about like some retard." Linda said, smug satisfaction plastered upon her face.
The room was silent. Sans' anger could be felt by everyone, and his words were dripping with venom
"Care to run that by me again, Linda?"
Somehow, Linda was oblivious to the tension that filled the room, threatening to make it burst at the seams.
"If your son wants to act like an autist, I couldn't care less. But keep him, and all the other freaks away from normal children like my son." She sat back and folded her arms across her chest, satisfied in her perceived victory.
"Linda, where do I even start?" Sans voice started quiet, like the calm of the sea before a storm.
"First of all, we pay for the translator on our own, so that idea was just as terrible as all your other ones. And you're right. Frisk isn't deaf. Don't congratulate yourself for it, you know you're never right on purpose. Frisk is mute."
His voice was a crescendo, a rising tide of pent up fury beginning to spill over.
"Also, don't you dare misgender them again. Frisk is comfortable with gender neutral pronouns. You of all people should care about a child's comfort, because you spoil your son as though it were his last day on Earth. But despite your pampering you still refuse to vaccinate him."
"Vaccines cause autism." Linda's resolve was faltering, and she spluttered over her words.
"Vaccines do not cause autism, read a book for once. And even if they did, you would rather a child die a horrible, painful, drawn out death than be born with a disability?"
"W-" Whatever her response would have been, it was cut off immediately by Sans.
"Don't embarrass yourself like your lemon squares did at the bake sale. Toriel sold everything she brought in the time it took for you to sell one of those abominations. You and your ignorant opinions are a blight upon this PTA. You will stay away from my family. And while I know you didn't even try to learn sign language, there is one sign I am sure you'll understand."
With that, Sans extended a single bony finger, letting her stare daggers at it for a moment before sitting down. Linda's face was red with rage, stumbling incoherently over any attempt to communicate. The other members sat still in a shocked silence.
After a few agonizing moments, Linda got up and left. On her way, she slammed the door with enough force to rattle the building. Without a word, it was unanimously decided that the meeting was over. A few words were spread about everyone donating a little to try to pay for the play, but Sans heard very little.
He left through the backdoor unnoticed by the parents who were in a hurry to leave. As soon as he was out of sight, he took a shortcut home, the pleasing weather all but forgotten. He was feeling a miasma of guilt, anger, and elation at what had transpired. There was one thing he was sure of, however.
Linda would never bother his family again.