#undertale pta fanfiction

[renn-and-the-trashcan]

Idiot by Association

THREE. THOUSAND. SEVEN HUNDRED. AND SIXTY SIX WORDS. What the hell me?! It’s not even the day of the prompt anymore, it’s past midnight! But that shows how much I put into this I guess. I just hope this doesn’t continue, or else I’ll be ruined before the end of the week 2.

Swear warning. I really need to remember to include these.

Week 1, day 4 prompt: Alternate Universe version of PTA. Universe: PTA Underfell

Sans sighed, looking at himself in the mirror, anxious. He was wearing the nicest non-suit he had, a fancy schmancy red dress shirt, a nice pair of black pants Papyrus recommended, brown dress shoes, and a sky blue tie that Frisk gave them (he didn’t care if it didn’t go with the outfit, he was going to goddamned wear this bloody amazing gift the kid went out of their to get him, clashing or not).

Papyrus peered into the bathroom where Sans was, taking a look at him. “Ahh, there you are! Still getting dressed, are we brother?”

Sans looked over, yet again sighing. “Yep… Watchya think?”

Papyrus looked him up and down, commanding him to turn so that he could see the back. Finally, he said “It will do. My research indicates this to be a semi-formal attire event in terms of apparel, so that should do you well brother, though I recommend gloves to go with it. Just do not say watchya during the proceedings, keep yourself formal and respectable! We’re representing monsterkind and- more importantly- Frisk here! Understood?!”

Sans nodded, they’d been through it all before. “Got it bro.” he turned back to the mirror, checking his teeth for anything before quickly turning back to Papyrus. “Hey, wait, why aren’t you goin’ to this thing instead of me?!”

Papyrus quickly answered “Because Sans, Frisk ask you to attend as opposed to me!” He struck a flaunting pose to show off the wonderful suit jacket he was wearing. “Besides, me and Frisk are going shopping! We’re going to pick out various outfits for Frisk!”

As much as Sans wanted to argue or let out a sigh at least, all he could do was look away and smile at how excited Papyrus was to buy outfits with Frisk (something he knew nothing about, thus Papyrus’s help with his own outfit).

It didn’t matter how shitty this whole thing was, so long as it made Frisk and Papyrus happy.

Papyrus interrupted his train of thought. “The meeting is in thirty eight minutes Sans! I expect you to be at the door in approximately eight at maximum!”

Sans sighed, holding back a chuckle as Papyrus walked off. He looked in the mirror again. Teeth clean, golden tooth twinkling to a shine, face washed, clothes “dapper” as Alphys had told him…

He kept wondered if he should do anything about the crack in his skull, until he heard Papyrus shout “FIVE minutes Sans!”

___________

As Papyrus and Frisk drove off, Sans looked around the front of the school. He remembered scoping this place out once (he wanted to make sure Frisk would be safe), and he’d been here plenty of times to pick up Frisk on his motorcycle (which kids really seemed to like for some reason), but otherwise he’d never gotten to know the place.

He began walking to the front doors of the school, feeling more and more anxious and glad Papyrus had given a pair of gloves in the car (they went with his outfit, and hid his sweaty, bony palms).

He walked through the wide open door, and looked around. He immediately noticed a whiteboard pointing him in the direction of the meeting, and so walked down the hall it pointed, taking his time to see what the school looked like along the way.

After walking through a few halls and past some classrooms (nothing of interest to Sans), he saw another whiteboard next to a doorway, and made his way inside.

The room was fairly large, tables pushed off to the sides with food and beverages laid out on them and a circle of chairs in the middle for approximately thirty people. Sans was quick to count heads, eighteen people present aside from him, one of them standing next to the door in a suit with a clipboard.

The man stared at Sans for a moment, before clearing his breath and saying “Uhh- Sorry, sir, but this is a PTA meeting for the teachers and parents of students attending this school.”

Sans nodded, confused. “Uhh, yeah, I know. That’s why I’m here.”

The man stared at him, much more confused than before, and quickly looking over his clipboard (list of attending parents, if Sans had to guess). After a brief moment, he looked back up and told him “I- Uhh… I’m sorry to say, but you seem to be mistaken somehow. No monsters have chosen to-”

“Been allowed to.” Sans corrected him.

He continued. “No monsters have chosen to attend this school, so I fail to see how you could possibly be one of our parents tonight.”

Sans shook his head, somehow unsurprised. Looking him straight in the eyes, he explained “My name is Comic Sans MS Gaster, my kid’s name is Frisk.”

The man seemed to recognize the name Frisk, as he began scanning over his clipboard again to check. He put his finger to the board, underlining something with it before grabbing a pen from his pocket and marking it off. He turned back up to Sans and held out a hand. “Well- uhm, I’m pleased to meet, Mr.Gaster. I’m Henry Pascuzzi.”

Sans grasped his hand, giving him a firm shake and a smile. “Pleased to meet ya Henry, but just call me Sans.” He didn’t like going by his last name, and would have prefered Frisk not have taken it if possible (unfortunately not by human law).

Henry nodded. “Anyway, the meeting should start in fifteen minutes. Feel free to get to meet the other parents.”

Sans nodded in return, turning back to the rest of the room and noticing how, by now, all seventeen other people were staring at him. Some seemed confused, some angry or fearful, one or two simply curious.

He bit back a retort aimed towards them all and walked into the  general room, trying to look around innocuously as though he didn’t notice their blatant staring.

He decided to walk over to one of the food tables, one without anyone, and looked around at all the non-magical food he couldn’t eat. Lemon squares, some brownies, homemade fruit punch, all delicious sounding…

But again, he couldn’t eat any, so he considered what it was he should do.

“Excuse me, but have we met before?” Sans turned, and saw a man wearing a light brown jacket, a tshirt, and a pair of jogging pants, clearly unfamaliar to him.

Sans let out a chuckle, answering “Yep, we totally did. Remember it like it was yesterday… My adopted kid asked me to attend the PTA meetings at their school and you walked up to me because monsters don’t attend the school. Wait, that’s right now, whoops.” He let his joking expression fall, about to bite back with a proper retort before realizing he should probably not make these people hate him. Instead, he put out his hand with a serious expression. “Call me Sans, your name?”

He swallowed any spit he had sitting around his mouth and shook it, saying “Name’s Dan. So- errmm, you’re a skeleton, huh?”

Sans nodded, keeping his serious expression. “Got a problem with that?”

Danny’s eyes widened as they quickly shook their head.

Sans let out a small burst of laughter at their scared expression. “Ahh, don’t worry Dan, you’re already doin’ better than a lotta of people by just talkin’ to me.” He leaned against the wall and asked “So, you a parent?”

Dan nodded, slightly eased by the laughter yet slightly unnerved by how Sans laughed. “Errm, y-Yes! My kid’s name is Nick. He’s a quiet kid, but he behaves and is friendly enough, smart too.”

Sans let out a chuckle. “I can relate, pretty sure my kid’s selectively mute. Err- Frisk. That’s their name.” He never did well with social interaction. Growing up it was either “They might kill you so analyze everything” or “I love you but man you are an asshole,” resulting in lackluster communication capabilities.

He nodded, before pausing for a moment. “Wait… Frisk, as in the kid vouching for monsters?”

Sans took a deep breath, understanding that Dan was probably not meaning what it felt like, like he was judging them and his child for being goddamned decent people. “Yeah, that’s them. Guess it explains how I got to be their Dad, huh?”

Dan shrugged. “I don’t know, you seem pretty good to me. You’re coming here after all just because- uhh... they asked you to. Makes sense they’d want you as a parent.”

Sans stared at them, utter shock in both his eyes.

“Uhh…” Dan asked “Are… Are you okay, Sans? You’re not- like, having a stroke or anything, are you? D-Do I need to get a doctor?!”

Sans slowly began to shake his head, laughing out loud in honest to god relief and in part simply at how much they freaked out the guy. “Nah, nah, don’t worry pal, I’m all fine!” He took a deep breath, relieved this guy wasn’t an asshole. “So… You a stay at home dad, or what do ya do for a living?”

________

Sans and Dan sat down next to each other on one end of the circle, Dan insisting so as to help Sans become acquainted if need be (they had just spent the last twenty minutes or so talking and getting to know one another).

The man from the door, Henry, stood up and spoke to the almost thirty adults. “Well hello there today, welcome to this month’s PTA meeting. Today, we have someone new joining us, on account of their child only recently joining our school. Sans, would you please stand up?”

Everyone already knew who the new person was, now they just knew his name. Sans stood up, once again feeling the eyes of everyone on him, though this time with less confusion than previously. More were simply curious, some had left behind their confusion for fear, while a few tried to give warm (if awfully quiet) greetings and welcomings to him, a few still staring at him with anger and hatred.

Not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do, he gave a small wave and sat back down, making note of the few who seemed to almost want him dead (he very well knew the difference between them and the ones who wanted him dead, none of the people here thankfully).

Henry continued on, saying “Now then, I have some notes written down here for various complaints different parents have as well as various topics from the district and the the board, as well as the national PTA, so let us begin.”

Sans sat there, not sure how to handle this. Should he deal with it like when he tried to gather information (pretending to sleep but listening in the whole time)? Should he be trying to sit there and stay businesslike? A few people were wearing t shirts, would it be okay if he just lied back and roughly listened to what was going on?

He decided to sit there attentively to start, and to see where to go from there.

_____________

It was the most dreadful hour of his life.

He did his research to know what to expect, but this was boring him to death still. Spending budgets, cafeteria food, some political stuff involving guns and putting guards in schools (which, though he agreed with the concept, he didn’t trust any of these fuckers with a gun around his child), all boring garbage.

He was just lying back lazily in his chair by now. Eventually, he knew they were getting close to the end, when Henry finally said “Well, that’s a rap for today. The next meeting will be scheduled-”

“Uhm, excuse me?” A woman had interrupted, who Sans glanced over to. He recognized them as one of the ladies who seemed to hate his ribs, as well as a massive idiot based off half the garbage they spouted throughout this meeting.

He could see how Henry froze up slightly, how he held back his sigh as he said “Yes, Linda?”

Linda stood up (as people had been doing throughout the meeting), and said “I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t bring up my complaints regarding LGBT issue we’re facing?”

Sans’s shoulders stiffened, as he rolled his head over the back of his chair slightly for a bit of a better look (still just lying back lazily).

Henry nodded, obviously feigning confusing and looking through the cards he had on his clipboard. Sans could see them cycling through back to a previous card they had discussed, but he acted as though it were a new card. “Oh, yes, here it is. Linda here had quite a bit to say about LGBT expression and tolerance in our school and district, and ultimately given all they had to bring up regarding it I believe it may be best if they lead us temporarily to talk about it and what we all think on the matter.” He sat down, giving the stage to this Linda lady while clearly hoping that people would stand up to her.

Linda smiled, akin to a grinning canine Sans thought (he’d know). She said “Well, recently quite a few of our older students- mostly ages nine through thirteen- seem to be defining themselves by these ridiculous labels that keep getting created by our society and seemingly doctors as well.”

Sans was intrigued. Either it seemed they were going to comment on something important along the lines of people judging others and forcing them into roles, or say something incredibly stupid and phobic about those who fall under the LGBT spectrum.

She continued “Many students seem to be pursuing unnatural and unhealthy relationships at a young age, society seemingly fixing it into their minds that these are truly parts of their identity.”

Sans gritted his teeth and sat up, making as though to yawn but in fact fully engaged.

“Recently, I have had students saying to me that they identify as either a boy or a girl, whatever is opposite to their actual sex, as well as some students saying that they don’t identify with either, or it changes. We have had a few students coming into school wearing the most ridiculous outfits for what they are supposed to be wearing and being ridiculed by other students.”

Sans spoke up for the first time this meeting, saying “I understand I am new here, but I have not heard of such a thing from my child. They say that they find this school to be an accepting place for them with much less harassment and bullying compared to their old school. As it is I fail to see the issue unless there are students who are being targeted, though your phrasing makes it sound as though, well… It sounds like your concern is with changing those supposedly targeted rather than reprimanding those responsible for the bullying themselves.”

Linda stared at him in appalled shock that he’d speak to her, and in such a way that most members found satisfyingly articulate. “I’m sorry Mr.Skeleton-”

“Sans.”

“-but you don’t seem to understand how this school works,” she continued on. “There is no reason for the mass to conform simply for the one. I can assure that there has been issues regarding students and harassment, and it’s better for everyone that those who decide to put on these ridiculous labels simply go on as they should. I actually have a list of students who have been caught breaking school conduct and dressing in ways inappropriate for their proper-”

“Let me see.” Linda had pulled a note out of her pocket, which suddenly went flying across the room and into Sans’ hand as he interrupted her.

He began to read over the list. Dennis Hartworth, Kellum Smith, Nit Mahamud, Kaily Brentworth, Frisk Gaster, Elij-

“Why the hell is Frisk on this list?” Sans demanded, pupil glowing a fiery green as he squeezed the note in his burning fist.

Everyone stared at Sans, not only for the magic he used in snatching the list but also because of how furious he sounded. After a moment, Linda answered “Well, Frisk has been going around wearing ridiculous ensembles not appropriate for-”

Sans stood up, the page burning away in his hand. “For what? For their IDENTITY?! The one thing nobody can take away from them as hard as they try?! Or inappropriate for your fucking bigotry-”

“That is enough! That is enough for today!” Henry stared between Sans and Linda, sighing. He continued “We can continue this at another date. The board has recommended that we meet once every two weeks instead of once a month, so keep a look on the school website or visit our staff in the office for the new schedule. If some of you can not attend, that is fine. Please feel free to come speak to me if you have any concerns or questions, alright?”

The general circle nodded, content to leave things right here for now.

Sans and Linda stared at each other, Linda doing her best to stand tall to this short angry skeleton, while Sans did his best to get his temper in check and to calm down his soul and flaming eye.

As nobody said anything, Henry said “Well, I hope all of you have a great night, see you all in two weeks.”

Everybody else stood up, and most people went to grab their chair and take over to the corner of the room and pile them into a stack.

As Dan did the same, he tapped Sans on the shoulder and nodded towards his own chair, before Sans finally turned away from Linda and went to put it away himself.

Dan then said “Sans, don’t bother with Linda, she’s not worth it. Most of us disagree with her so usually any arguments go our way.”

Sans shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, that I ain’t gonna let an idiot like go and-”

“I get it I get it!” Dan interrupted. “I’m just trying to warn you, she’s a pain you don’t need or want, trust me.”

Still, even as they stacked the chairs they’d been using, they couldn’t help but think about how much they wanted to throttle them.

He saw Henry walking over to them, so he turned to face him and asked “Yo, Henry. Why did Frisk get in trouble for-”

“It’s not that, it’s not that.” Henry explained. “While indeed it has been pointed out by some people, the real issue was with the bathrooms. Some days Frisk would use the women’s washroom, while other days they’d use the men’s. It was a legal issue that a few people complained about so I had to have a discussion with them. We came to the conclusion they could choose one type of bathroom, and stick to that one as well as the unisex handicap bathrooms.”

Sans nodded, that seemed much more reasonable (though he found the concept of segregated bathrooms to be both peculiar and moronic). “Hmm, well alright then.”

Henry asked “Sans, are you planning on attending anymore PTA meetings from now on?”

Sans took a deep breath, and considered it.

It didn’t take long. “I wanna finish that argument with Linda. Hell I’m in.”

He seemed torn between a smile and a sigh of pain as he heard that answer. “Well in that case, let me write a few things down for you.”

_________

The door opened nicely, as Papyrus shouted “We are home Sans! Have you returned from your PTA meeting yet?!”

Sans looked down from the upstairs railing, and Papyrus wearing a refined red suit and tie, the peak of fashion and perfect for his scarf, as well as Frisk there as well in a pale lovely green dress and faintly purple tights, a red bow in their neatly brushed hair, both of them carrying several bags of clothes each.

He flashed them his usual wicked grin. “Hey. How was the shoppin’?”

Papyrus nodded, “It was quite good, me and Frisk found an immensely large assortment of outfits, didn’t we?”

Frisk nodded eagerly, trying to show Sans what was in one of their reusable bags from downstairs.

Sans let out a chuckle, before walking around to downstairs.

As Sans came down, Frisk reached into their bags and began pulling stuff out to show Sans. Papyrus had spoiled them with the likes of suits, dresses, skirts shorts and shoes, ribbons and ties, jeans and jogging pants, all sorts of stuff intended for both boys and girls.

Sans had his mind on the meeting, and let out a sigh. He asked “Frisk, did you get in trouble at school and not tell us?”

They took a gulp, and looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

Sans grumbled to himself. “Frisk, why didn’t you tell me, or Papyrus?”

Frisk began shaking, and hugging Papyrus’s leg. Papyrus leaned down, and Frisk whispered into their ear socket. Papyrus turned to Sans to say “Frisk says they did not wish to be hit.”

Sans stared at the kid, getting down on his knees and spreading his arms out wide. “Kid, I… I’d never hurt you, alright?” That was one thing he’d stand by. He’d never wanna hurt a kid, much less one he loved so much as Frisk. He had no idea where they got that idea from.

Or, at least, didn’t want to know.

Frisk looked over to them, before turning back to papyrus, unsure of what to do. Papyrus said “It’s alright Frisk. How about we discuss this later, for now we can put away and sort you outfits, alright?”

Frisk nodded, turning to Sans and saying “S-... Sorry…”

Sans sighed. He couldn’t be upset at the kid even if he wanted to (which he didn’t). “It’s good kid, don’t worry. Just be sure to tell us and we’ll understand, alright?”

Frisk nodded, a smile creeping back onto their face,

Papyrus excitedly said “Now then Frisk! Let us go and sort out all these outfits in your room, shall we?!”

Frisk nodded excitedly, happy to move past what just happened. They grabbed their bags, and followed behind Papyrus as he led the charge to Frisk’s room first.

Sans sighed as he watched them go off. He wanted to figure Frisk out, he wanted to know what the kid had needed to go through before falling down.

Still, now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to learn about baking.

Next week, he was going to wreck Linda at that bakesale planned.

[gabbsthekitten]

New Story!

I have a new Undertale Fanfiction I am writing! I have the first chapter up on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34670974

The story is called Tales of The PTA. I hope anyone who cares enjoys it!

[antarestyl]

I am back :D 

Sans talks to Grillby a bit more about his problems while Frisk finds a lonely soul that needs a friend and some help. 

Also written for the Banned Together Bingo 2020, prompt: Banned Language.

Have fun!

[ask-serious-sans]

PTA Reader (Platonic!Reader and PTA Sans) Part 22

Summary: In which Linda has another one of her 'excellent' ideas.

"-And that's why I think we should have a Haunted House event at the school." "Linda, it's the middle of February." Linda ignored Sans' comment. "It's a bit short notice, I know, but I think we could decorate a few classrooms in the span of a few hours if we all work together." "What do you mean, 'short notice'?" you ask, already dreading the reply. After all, Sans was right- it was nowhere near Halloween. "I may have already printed out flyers and posted them around town." Linda replied off-handedly, as if this was completely normal. Then again, it kind of was for her. "When is this Haunted House supposed to open?" you ask, holding your forehead in your hands. "Friday," Linda replied cheerfully. "This Friday?" you inquire, tone full of disbelief. Linda nodded, smiling as if she hadn't just announced, with less than a week of notice, that the PTA was going to be hosting a Haunted House event. "Let me get this straight," one of the teachers spoke up, "you're giving us three days to put together a Haunted House. Do you even have any decorations prepared, or do we need to make those too? And how are we going to get people to act in the Haunted House? No one's going to agree to that on such short notice!" "Fortunately, that won't be a problem. I'm sure the monsters will help out." Linda replied, completely ignoring the other questions. Sans frowned. "What exactly are you expecting us monsters to help out with?" "You know, being the creepy monsters that 'haunt' the classrooms." Linda explained. "Anyway-" "They are not creepy!" you all-but-shouted, furious at the insult directed at your friends. "Whatever." Linda didn't appear particularly concerned by your outburst, just a bit annoyed at being interrupted. "As I was saying-" "What makes you think we'll agree to help you when you insult us like that?" Sans pointed out. "You and that tall, loud skeleton can be in the science classroom. Like deceased mad scientists that returned to finish their incomplete experiments or something," Linda continued, ignoring Sans completely. She also didn't seem to note Sans' expression growing especially irritated by her suggestion. You didn't know why, but it seemed her idea had struck a nerve. "We are not doing that." Sans said coldly. "Yes you are, for the good of the Haunted House-" "We are not doing that." The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped ten degrees in an instant, and Sans' generally bright eye lights were completely gone. "Or you can just be those plastic skeletons that teachers use to teach children the names of all the bones," Linda suggested hastily, looking slightly terrified. An instant later, Sans was back to normal, acting like nothing had happened. "Heh, sure. That could be humerus." This reaction appeared not to lessen Linda's fear in the slightest. "Tibia honest, I agree," you added, trying to ease the tension in the room. By now, most of the other occupants of the room had more or less relaxed, but Linda was quite obviously avoiding looking in Sans' direction. The fact she didn't even scowl at you when you made a pun spoke volumes. This was already off to a concerning start. You could only imagine how much worse preparations for this Haunted House were going to get. At least Linda had the sense not to suggest any other monsters for roles in the event for the remainder of the meeting. Instead, she spent the time organizing everyone into groups to prepare decorations and decorate classrooms. A riot almost started when Linda insisted everyone meet up the next day, since most of the members already had plans. She eventually managed to guilt almost everyone into coming, by claiming the Haunted House would reflect on the PTA as a whole so it had to be perfect. You bit back a comment on how she shouldn't have given everyone less than a week of notice if she wanted perfection, but just barely. It wasn't like it would do any good at this point, anyway. If she'd already put up the fliers, they couldn't push back the Haunted House's opening.

The monsters had been surprisingly receptive to the idea of helping out with the Haunted House- though you had a feeling Linda calling them creepy hadn't made it's way into the conversation- and many had even agreed to help the PTA set everything up. You weren't sure how Linda was going to explain to the rest of the school's staff why there were fake cobwebs strewn throughout the school in February, but that wasn't your problem. So, you, a few parents and teachers, and some of the monsters were now decorating the auditorium under Mettaton's directions. Mettaton had claimed this room as his and Napstablook's domain, not that anyone had actually tried to challenge it. Apparently, Mettaton had talked Napstablook into putting on a literal rendition of 'the Phantom of the Opera' which you doubted would be scary, but would certainly be entertaining. Muffet had offered to 'haunt' the Cafeteria and hand out spider pastries. Linda had looked like she wanted to argue, but when she realized how helpful and efficient Muffet's spider friends were at hanging decorations, she decided it was a fair price to pay for having the Haunted House ready on time. Even so, everyone was still working on Friday afternoon to put the finishing touches on the 'haunted' rooms. It wasn't until a half hour before the first opening of the Haunted House to the public that Linda finally announced everything was finished. This was a relief to the entire set-up crew, all of whom had spent many hours in the past few days being yelled at by Linda as she tried to direct them in putting the decorations up. Even you, while used to being yelled at during PTA meetings, thought she was going overboard with the shouting. Someone had jokingly suggested Linda play a role in the Haunted House as a banshee. Linda had been furious, but hadn't been able to yell at them about it since it would just prove their point, so she'd resorted to silently fuming. You had somehow been convinced to guide the children from room to room, and Linda insisted you try to make everything seem scarier, since the monsters were all quite friendly. However, you thought it would be a lot more interesting to have a friendly Haunted House than a scary one, though you didn't say that aloud, figuring Linda would just yell at you again. When everyone was in their places, Linda led a group of children over to where you waited at the school's entrance. "Hello, everyone," you told the kids, smiling. "Be scarier," Linda instructed you. "Sorry. Hello, everyone," you repeated in what you hoped was an ominous tone. Frisk, who was among the group of children, burst out laughing. "In my defense, I had no practice," you explained. "You're not supposed to tell them that! Now start the tour, and be scarier!" Linda hissed at you, though you were relatively certain all the children could hear her. "Alright," you shrugged. "Follow me," you added to the children, attempting your ominous tone again. Frisk stifled more laughter. "I know, I know, I'm not ominous at all," you laughed. "Would you like to give it a shot?" Frisk seemed to have a relatively lengthy mental debate, before smiling victoriously. A few moments later, they spoke in a tone infinitely more ominous than your own, "Follow me." Impressed, you grinned, "You should lead the tour instead of me! Then again, I'd have to ruin the mood by telling you what to say..." "Will you just get on with the tour already," Linda glared at you. "Right, come on," you agreed, leading the children down a hallway towards the first room. The first stop was the science classroom, where Sans and Papyrus were waiting, pretending to be plastic model skeletons. As you opened the door and the children filed into the classroom, you began the tale of the first room. "In a science classroom seemingly like any other, there are two model skeletons. They wait motionless during the day, but after sunset..." Here, you paused as Sans and Papyrus started making subtle movements. The children quickly noticed, a few of them shrieking in surprise. "...They awaken and begin to roam the classroom." Sans and Papyrus wandered around the classroom obligingly. "The skeletons look for living beings..." Sans began slowly approaching the group, causing a few children to stumble backwards or cower together, but Frisk actually stepped closer. As Sans ruffled Frisk's hair, you finished the story, "...Because they're actually quite bonely!" Sans chuckled while Papyrus facepalmed. "HUMAN, YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO MAKE A PUN! YOU RUINED OUR ENTIRE ACT!" All the children, even those who had initially been frightened, laughed. You grinned, happy to see your idea had worked. "And now it is time to move on to the next stop," you said, and Sans and Papyrus waved as you led the children back out of the classroom. Several children waved back. Next was the auditorium, and as soon as the doors leading to it could be seen at the end of the hallway you began speaking again. "In the auditorium, it is said, that once, long ago, a performance of 'The Phantom of the Opera' was held. All was going well until one of the actors tripped onstage, breaking their leg. From that point on, the performance was cursed- anytime a group attempted to perform 'The Phantom of the Opera' on that stage, someone would trip and injure themselves. Now the only ones who attempt the performance here..." you dramatically flung the doors open before continuing, "...Are the phantoms themselves." On stage, a single spotlight shone on Mettaton. Soon, he was joined by Napstablook, although the shy ghost left most of the acting to Mettaton. Not that Mettaton seemed to mind; you had a feeling he'd intended for this to happen, and that his participation in this Haunted House had mainly just been an excuse to perform in front of an audience. When Mettaton was eventually finished, you led the children in a round of applause. While Mettaton enthusiastically thanked them for being a wonderful audience, Napstablook shyly floated backstage. Then, the children chatted excitedly about the performance while you led them to the Cafeteria, growing silent again only when you began to speak. "Now, are you all hungry for a snack?" "Yes!" the children chorused. "Excellent," you replied. "The spiders are always happy to share their food." Entering the Cafeteria revealed Muffet and an army of spiders waiting, the room literally covered in cobwebs. "Ahuhuhu~" Muffet smiled, "Welcome! We have plenty of spider pastries for you to sample~ Made by spiders, for spiders... and of spiders!" Several children glanced at you uncertainly, and you smiled and nodded encouragingly at them. Plates of spider pastries waited on the tables, in an impressive display of flavors. Frisk made a beeline towards a plate of chocolate pastries. "Ahuhuhu~ I didn't know you liked chocolate so much," Muffet said. "I'll make chocolate pastries for you more often." "Sweet! Thanks," Frisk replied, though their tone was slightly different than normal. You decided not to think much of it, and were soon distracted by the other children, who after watching Frisk eat a spider pastry without issue had determined the treats safe to consume and quickly gathered around the tables. Once everyone was ready to continue, you led them out of the Cafeteria and to the gym. Various monsters waited inside the gym, where they would be playing a game of basketball. Undyne and Alphys were the captains of the teams. "In the gym, every evening, gather two teams, cursed for eternity to face each other in a game of basketball. The two teams once faced each other during a World Cup, each certain they would be the victors. However, the game ended in a draw. The teams challenged each other to a rematch, with the same result. Now they continue these rematches, until one team wins. Both teams play with equal skill, and the games are doomed to always end in a tie. Thus, they will never be free from the endless rematches..." The monsters played a short game of basketball for the children to watch, with the game ending in a tie and all the monsters feigning exhaustion and annoyance as they left the court afterwards. To your amazement, several of the children looked like they felt bad for them. Perhaps you had made the 'backstory' too sad? Well, it was too late to change it now. "Is everyone ready for the final location on our tour?" you asked, hoping to cheer the children up or at least distract them. Nods followed your statement, and you led the children back outside of the school, over to an area of the lawn where Asgore and Toriel were tending to some plants. Asgore seemed to be trimming a bush into the shape of a skull. You hoped he had gotten permission to do that beforehand. "Two gardeners have been working at this school for centuries," you began. "They leave messages for those who see their work within the symbolism of the flowers they choose to plant, and the shapes into which they trim the bushes-" "Is... Is someone gonna die? That's a skull!" one of the children cried, pointing nervously at the bush. Asgore looked back sheepishly. "No, not at all!" you said hastily, "In fact, the skull is one of the best symbols you can find! It symbolizes happiness and peace." Hopefully their Language Arts teachers wouldn't get mad at you over this. You could just imagine the children writing something like that in an essay... Oh well, at least they all seemed happy now. "Um, where was I? Oh, right. The current flowers symbolize friendship and luck..." Once the children had a chance to examine the small garden, you led them back to the entrance of the school. Linda was waiting there impatiently. "What took so long?" she demanded when the group reached her. "Uh... What do you mean?" you asked, confused. The tour had taken less than an hour, so you weren't sure why she was complaining. "Never mind." Linda huffed irritably. "Well, was it a success?" The children all cheered loudly, most adding a comment about how cool the monsters were. This made Linda scowl, and you grin. "The monsters were supposed to scare them!" Linda told you angrily, to which you shrugged. "I bet you made the stories less scary on purpose!" Linda insinuated in a tone only slightly quieter than a yell, glaring at you. "You ruined my Haunted House!!" "Ahhh! It's a banshee!" one of the children, though you couldn't tell which, shouted. Instantly, many of the children began echoing the claim, pointing at Linda. Linda sent you a withering glare, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Did you put them up to this?" Linda shrieked at you, only adding fuel to the children's shouts. "No," you replied between bouts of laughter. Linda didn't seem to believe you, but getting to witness this was certainly worth earning her ire.

[nanenna]

Fandom: Undertale Pairing: Sanster Rating: Teen Chapter 27: In which a baby gets showered with presents Chapter 28: In which a long awaited arrival finally makes an appearance

Double update because this is it folks! The fic is officially finished! Also the last chapter is only half sized so I thought it was better to do a double update than to wait a week just to give you guys only half the content. This fic wasn’t always fun or easy to write, but I’m still glad I did it. I hope everyone sticks around for the next one.

[amannartblog]

@antarestyl I really wanted to draw Azzy

[nosleepuntilvacation]

2 8 27 35?

2. Why do you write fanfiction? 

Sometimes I write because canon did someone dirty. (Example: Mettaton.) Sometimes I write because fanon did someone dirty. (Example: most people from Undertale, when you think about it.) Sometimes I write because I want to get into the characters’ heads. Sometimes it’s to help myself feel better. Sometimes I’m trying to write the kinds of stories I want to see because other fanworks aren’t satisfying my current needs. Sometimes I just have an idea for a cool/cute/funny adventure or vignette and want to share it with others. My motives tend to vary depending on the individual story.

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write? 

Maybe it’s just because he’s my favorite character and so I write him so much, but writing Mettaton comes quite easily to me, or at least it feels that way. I still feel like I need to sort out a few headcanons and such (for example, what exactly was going on with Burgerpants), but I’ve also received quite a few comments saying my interpretation of Mettaton feels very in-character, so that’s a good sign.

Honorable mentions go to Undyne, Alphys, and the skelebros.

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received? 

It still makes me smile to think about the time OP of this ask sent me a comment saying my stuff “feels utterly soul-cleansing”. Thanks again!

Other highlights: on two different stories, this other reviewer began their review with “Yay, another NoSleepUntilVacation story!” Also, someone calling my PTA deconstruction “one of the only good pta fics”, someone who bookmarked Machines tagging it “Good”, “stunning”, “Amazing”, “gorgeous wow”, and “Utterly beautiful”, and someone calling Glamorous Puzzle “the best Undertale fic in existence”.

But honestly, if I listed every comment that made me happy, we’d be here all week.

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want! 

You ever get that feeling when your prose can get quite descriptive as long as it’s not in the immediate vicinity of dialogue? But as soon as it does, you’re worried about getting too repetitive with descriptors and such? I wonder how many times I’ve written that someone blinked or that they “gave/let out a cheerful/bright/awkward/whatever” laugh in the middle of pieces of dialogue... more experimentation with dialogue tags (or a lack thereof) may be in order.

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Check it out

Cool person

I can't remember the gender of them so I'll just go with they/them

Made some Undertale PTA au that really fueled my pta obsession back then

Still does tbh

One of the 2 major reasons I made my Undertale PTA au OC named Eleanor.

The anon ask I sent in is the last post on the blog

On May 11 2021

It's been more than a years since then, I realized.

Hehe

[ladylikepug]

Updates

Deleted the undertale PTA fanfictions, because I didn't like how they were written 😑 I'll be writing a new Fanfictions of the PTA au

Sorry to my followers 💔

*Another important update, I maybe deleting my Tumblr account, but I don't know went. I keep all of yous up to date when*

[lightkrets312]

1, 3, 9, 17, and 30!

HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR AN ESSAY1 - If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?~...I dunno. If it's primarily a question of preferences, then I'd recommend the following:Books - SciFi and fantasy, adventure books. Anything from Rick Riordan, primarily the Greek, Roman, and Egyptian based ones, the Egypt Game, and Brave Story.Fanfiction - Fluff or angst with fluff. Anything with a good ending will do fine. Hold the smut, incest, and _____xReader fics please, I really don't like those.Movies - Cartoon movies (mainly Pixar, Disney, Laika, so on and so forth). For live action, very much similar to book genres. Anything involving a lot of action/explosions/fighting are generally movies I'll like. For specifics, most anything Marvel, Gods of Egypt, Tinker Bell (there's an entire series of movies on Netflix and it's always fun to just sit back and watch those), and Coraline.YouTube - Try not to laugh videos, any of Markiplier's compilation videos, Marble Race videos, and any of the lolrandumb videos from Youtube pre-2010ish era. The asdfmovies are also good.Music - Electroswing, techno, dubstep, classical. Lindsey Stirling, Parov Stelar, Daft Punk. I can give specifics if you ask.3 - List your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.~List time!-If it counts, Veggietales. I grew up with it and I didn't exactly have cable as a kid. As for characters, Larry. A hundred times old school Larry I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN THAT GOOFBALL? DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT LARRY-BOY?-SRMTHFG is the next one I can think about. I saw one episode in Nebraska once LONG ago when the show aired on Jetix (it's the one where Shugazoom is overrun by wraiths?), forgot everything BUT the wraiths, found it completely by chance on the Disney website, and proceeded to watch the entire series. As for characters... Otto or Gibson. Probably Otto. What a dork!-Yugioh? Yugioh. Saw my first episode at a friend's house (Season 4, the episode where SOMEONE fucked up the duel. Good job Yami.) and then proceeded to watch the entire thing on Hulu. Like 4 times. As for characters? Joey (because I too am not a great duelist, and I've tried) or Tea (kick-ass gal in a group of nerds? kinda yea).-Portal games, a little bit. And Wheatley or the one different turret, a little bit.-Half-Life unironically? Half-Life unironically. And Gordon.-Undertale. And there's a few characters. Sans because tired dork who makes too many puns (you ESPECIALLY know, Dev), Papyrus because generally tries to see the good in everyone, and Flowey because mischievous little twit who causes general mayhem. Not always for the better.-BATIM obviously, I have an entire tag devoted to the demon! Idk about which character is most relatable. Probably Sammy, since I've plunged into the deep end on this fandom and gone nuts. And by plunged into the deep end, I mean like.... watching 18 BATIM-AU/ask blogs. Probably not as extreme as some, but I routinely keep tabs on 'em, so...-This ain't even counting YouTubers or any of that. Or some other shows like Doctor Who.9 - Are you an artist?.....https://youtu.be/fvUgXsHsaBEhttps://youtu.be/P25YgRoNjTAhttps://youtu.be/pJmhe--1zvgIdk what I am, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm hilarious.(also guess which one isn't related to the PTA)17 - Not quite as much as I wish actually. I'm a bit more reserved IRL. ...maybe with friends this is yes?30 - Pick one of your favorite quotes.~Only one? Nah fam. Three."I think that the BBC's attitude toward the show while it was in production was very similar to that which Macbeth had toward murdering people - initial doubts, followed by cautious enthusiasm and then greater and greater alarm at the sheer scale of the undertaking and still no end in sight." -Douglas Adams, Foreword in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"Fuck you, scattershots are delicious."-LG312 on the topic of a gun that shoots mashed potatoes."IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL"-dril, I think. Y'all probs know the post.

[caitielou-askew]

@glaciesdraco I’m gonna combine these 2 asks just to not keep spamming up the place with the issue.

anon: Yeah, people seem to think it’s okay to edit ANYTHING for kids just because it happens with big movies like Snakes on a Plane and whatnot. But movies like that are owned by studios, not a single creator. Those studios have the right to decide if it gets a TV or “kid friendly” edit. Fanfictions belong to their creators, and so someone editing the original text as they please without permission is just insulting to the creator. And continuing to do such things when the creator has asked you to stop is just arrogance and entitlement, the likes of which can kill and break apart fandoms.

glacies: I KNOW, AND IT’S GETTING WORSE OMG. Now they’ve told some story about how they’re a teacher and Undertale has taken over their school, and that one of the parents in the PTA wanted a censored version of the story. And the way they write it, they seem to think Jade should be flattered that other people IRL are talking about her story. It’s just pure arrogance. They don’t give a shit about who created what so long as they can use it for their own purposes.

It seems this “teacher” needs a lesson in common decency and respect.

[renn-and-the-trashcan]

PTA Sans Cares Part 1: Low Parking In Hell

So... I’m sorry for taking so long. I have zero excuses, I’ve had this posted on my AO3 for months now, and I’ve simply lacked any motivation since to write or do anything. I stopped using Tumblr almost entirely for months (one or two blogs aside), and now here I am. Alas, I’ll be going on vacation to visit family for a few weeks, and with my tablet broken I wont be able to post at all, so sorry. I’ll try to write in my journal, but only now am I feeling inspired to do... well, any writing after a month or two (or... How long have I not done anything?), and I leave in three days. That said, here you go, a few story notes, then the story itself. Enjoy.

Summary: Months have passed since the Barrier was broken, and Sans is doing much better. He's making it through life with the aid of all his friends and has been seeing a therapist “in secret” the last few months. Still, things could be better, but he's trying.

Notes: As stated, this takes place months later. This chapter focuses mostly on contrasting with the first and showing Sans' progress, as well as setting up a few things for later. We get to see how Frisk has grown and where they are living with Toriel, which will be touched on more later. This chapter isn't nearly as implicative as the first when it comes to dark tones and ideas, and can serve as starting point should you wish to skip the prologue. Anyway, here goes nothing. If you have any criticism, please tell me what you think. Thank you very much for doing so, and for reading this.

Sans slowly woke up, hearing the alarm next to his bed going off.

He reached over, and smacked his hand down onto it, sinking back into the mattress and sheets as the cursed ringing ceased.

He took a deep breath. Alright Sans, gotta get up... even if it’s heaven.

Slowly, he sat up, wiping the sleep out of his sockets and pushing the sheets aside. He walked over to his dresser, and began digging through for a fresh pair of clothes (not bothering to change out of the boxers he slept in).

He put on a green t shirt and orange running shorts, grabbing a light blue hoodie off the back of his desk chair while walking out of the room.

Papyrus heard the door open, peeking his head out the kitchen and up to the railing. “Good morning Brother! How are you today?!”

Sans walked up to the railing, smiling down at Papyrus. “Eh, doin’ good Bro. Howzit for you?”

“Just excellent, thank you very much!” He went back into the kitchen, and continued cooking as Sans walked around and down the stairs, slipping on his hoodie.

Sans asked “Whatcha cookin’ Papy?”

He turned away from the pan and passionately said “Well, I recently asked Ms.Toriel for suggestions on new breakfasts to try, and she suggested I try to make omelettes!” He turned back to the burning food as he continued. “They’re almost done in fact!” Sans grinned, excited to try something new from his Papyrus, and started pulling out plates and some silverware. Papyrus noticed, excitedly telling him “Why, thank you Sans! Would you bring the plates here please?!”

He put the plates on the counter and the silverware on the table, before grabbing a glass to pour some milk for Papyrus. Putting the milk away, he looked around for a bottle of ketchup, before realizing that there wasn’t any. “Weird... I swear I was good another week...”

As Papyrus placed the plates on opposite sides of the table (noticing how Sans only got silverware for one of them), he said “I got rid of the ketchup Sans. You know you need to stop.”

Sans turned around, sighing. He knew Papyrus was right. After he brought the glass of milk over, putting it in front of Papyrus, and sat down in front of his plate he said “You’re right, you’re right.” Picking up the charred omelette with his bare hands, and bit into it while craving ketchup as Papyrus proceeded to eat his with a knife and fork.

After finishing a few bites, Papyrus said “You got a call from Dr.Bec again, he asked if you’d like to set another appointment sometime.”

Sans sighed, putting down his food. He closed his eyes and began thinking about it. “Bro, I really don’t think it’s necessary. I mean, I’m doin’ pretty good since the last one.”

Papyrus nodded, believing him. “Well, It seemed like something to mention!” He went back to eating his burnt omelette, washing it down with the milk Sans had gotten him.

Sans continued eating his, surprised how good it was for his first attempt at it (not great, but better than most of his first dishes). He couldn’t help but feel anxious about Papyrus picking up the phone. He didn’t want Papyrus knowing he had been going to therapy, and hoped he would assume it was a medical doctor.

After another minute of eating, Sans said “So, how’s the workin’ life been?”

Papyrus smiled widely, happily saying “It has been going excellently Sans! Just the other day I met a lovely older women stopping by the grocer to buy some chocolates for her wife! We struck up a nice conversation as I was restocking shelves and she invited me to join her for bingo next week!”

Sans smiled, “Heh, that’s great Bro. You plannin’ on going?”

Papyrus nodded, “It sounded like it’d be a swell time!” He’d never had much an opportunity to play such games with people, but with the surface came a fresh start for him.

Sans was happy to see him making friends, so few people in the Underground seemed to like him for some reason.

He took the last few bites of his food, before standing up. “Welp, that was great Bro, thanks. I’mma go out to the backroom, I’ll run the washer later.”

Papyrus smiled, “Thank you Sans! I shall say goodbye to you before heading off to work!”

Sans nodded, walking out of the room and heading out the door, craving the ketchup from his secret stash in the lab.

Frisk sat there in the plastic chair (backpack beside them), as Henry sat at his desk going through paperwork.

Henry’s office wasn’t too large, a small space occupied with a desk and a computer. A few grey plastic chairs were stacked against the wall (two taken out, only one still occupied by Frisk), and behind the desk was a computer chair. In the corner and on the wall next to the door were filing cabinets and hanging pockets for documents and papers to go into. There was a window showing the playground outside, steadily emptying as parents picked up their children and tried to get past the police roadblock.

A door could be heard opening somewhere outside the room. Frisk heard Sans’ voice talking to the main school office attendant, and a moment later Sans showed up in the door to Henry’s office.

He gave a quick look around, saying “Heyya kid, howzit goin’?”

Frisk gave a shrug and a smile, happy to see him here as Henry took a look at the figure, not recognizing the skeleton. He asked with uncertainty “Hello there, I’m Henry Pascuzzi. Are you a friend of Toriel and Asgore?”

He nodded to him. “Yep, name’s Sans. Undyne phoned and asked I pick the kid up. Tori asked them to do it but something came up at the station.”

Henry nodded, going onto his computer and quickly typing something in. After a moment of seemingly checking something, he turned back to him and said “Well, you’re listed as an secondary guardian. Alright then, I just need to discuss with you what had happened first.”

Sans gave him a confused look, shooting Frisk a glance. “Alllllllriiighty then.” He walked over and sat in the plastic chair next to Frisk, slouching. “Whatcha got for me?”

Henry explained “Well, Frisk had gotten into a fight today with another one of our students.”

Sans stared at him, wide eye-socketed. Eventually, he said “Frisk... got into a fight? Really?" He didn’t believe it one bit.

Henry nodded. “I’d rather not say who it was with, but they weren’t a student with any sort of history of violence. Roughhousing yes, but not violent.” He cleared his throat, trying to find a sheet somewhere on his desk. “As it is, I’ve never seen Frisk be aggressive or violent before, and the other student in question is going through some personal matters which i’m not to talk about due to school policy. However, they did receive some injuries as a result of the fight, though older students claim that Frisk never caused any of them directly.” He finally found the needed sheet, and turned back to Sans after grabbing a pen from a desk drawer. “Still, I am required to bring this matter up to you directly, and I need a legal guardian to sign this sheet.” He offered the sheet to Sans alongside the pen.

Sans nodded, having a decent idea what happened. He took the sheet, and quickly read over it before signing with S (his actual signature).

Henry took the sheet as Sans offered it back, quickly checking where it was signed (giving a confuddled look as he read the signature), before putting it off to the side. “Alright, that takes care of that. You may leave, assuming there isn’t anything you wish to discuss first.”

Sans looked over at Frisk, who seemed anxious about the entire scenario. He turned back to Henry, and said “Nah, I think we’re all good.” He stood up, offering his hand to Henry. “It was a nice meetin’ ya Henry.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you t-” PFFFFFFFFFTFTTTTFFFTFTTPFTFPFT.

Henry moved his hand away from Sans’, realizing the whoopee cushion that didn’t seem to be there a moment before.

Sans had an immense grin on his face as he said “Heh, the ol’ whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It’s always funny.”

After a moment of perplexity, Henry began laughing at the joke. He calmed down after a moment, before saying “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you too Sans. I hope you two have a nice day.”

Sans nodded, “You too.” He turned to Frisk, saying “Ready kid?”

Frisk (who had been giving him a sly smile, fully expecting the whoopee cushion in the hand trick), nodded, standing up and grabbing their backpack from beside them and following behind Sans as he led the way out the room.

As they and Sans walked out of school, he asked “So, kid, a fight, huh? Am I supposed to ask how they got hurt or why it started?”

Frisk looked down, not surprised Sans would ask questions. After a moment, making sure to take deep breaths and get a slow start, they said “They told me that I made their parents separate because their Dad left for a monster. I kept dodging and he kept falling down and hurting himself.”

Sans nodded, the first part unexpected but the second half more or less what he anticipated. He looked them over, making sure they were fine. “Sure ya didn’t get hurt kid? Full HP?”

Frisk nodded, knowing well they were at 30/30HP. “J-J-Ju-” They stopped to take a deep breath, talking slower. “Just a bit dirty is all.”

Sans nodded, already having noticed the specks of dust on their skirt and striped T shirt. “Welp, glad to hear it. Know when Asgore’s off work?”

They shook their head, knowing that Asgore usually worked past when he was supposed to.

“Hmm...” Sans gave it some thought, before eventually saying “Welp, Tori ain’t done with the conference ‘till four, and it’s a long drive... Watchya wanna do ‘till then?”

Frisk gave it a moment of thought. A smile spread across their face as they considered what they could do together.

Toriel walked in through the door, surprised to find it unlocked. “Hello, are you there Frisk?”

Sans mildly shouted “We’re in the livin’ room Tori.”

Toriel took off her shoes at the front door and stepped into the living room. The floor was carpeted white with a mat placed on top of it, and a wooden coffee table on top of that. There was a television atop a TV cabinet, and a lamp in the corner of the room next to a large rocking chair and a bookshelf filled with books old and new.

Where the couch was- against the wall near the coffee table- all the couch cushions had been taken off and used to make a pillow fort alongside a blanket and a couple of bone structures. Frisk’s head popped out of the side of the fort, before quickly running out (being careful to not topple the fort) and giving Toriel a great big hug.

Toriel hugged them back one handedly, holding a recyclable bag in the other. “Hello my child, I’m glad to see you too.”

Sans had stepped out of the fort, happily saying “Heyya Tor, how’d the drive go?”

Toriel took a deep breath, saying “Alright, I suppose, though it did give me a headache.” Toriel gave him a smile, before asking Frisk “Are you hungry Frisk? Would you like me to make something to eat?”

Frisk shook their head. “S-S-S-...” They stopped, remembering to take a deep breath and start off slow. “Sans had made some hotdogs earlier.”

Toriel nodded, giving Frisk a smile while Sans received a dirty look from her. “Well, that’s good dear, but I still think I’m going to make something.”

Frisk nodded, before running back off into the pillow fort, well aware that their mom and Sans would want to speak to one another.

As Toriel looked to Sans for an explanation of why he was here, he instead said “Welp, I guess when it comes to cookin’ you’re definitely top dog.”

“Ah, I see. So she asked you to pick them up instead?” Frisk had gone to bed a while ago, and Sans was sticking around to chat with Toriel.

Sans nodded. “Yep. Got a call an hour later, ‘parently it’s lead to some big investigation to find out who the culprit was. Undyne’s been processing witnesses all day.”

Toriel nodded, upset to hear about the crime. “That’s unfortunate. And so close to the school too... Did Frisk see it happen?”

Sans shook his head. “Nah, wasn’t visible from the school, but they did get to see where police were blocking off the road. And anyway, Frisk was inside when it happened, had to pick them up from the office.”

“Uhnngg.” Toriel held her head in her hands. “Did Helen send them to detention again?”

“Uhhhhmmmm...” Sans didn’t know what she was talking about. “Well, actually, a kid had picked a fight with Frisk. The kid fell a few times during it and the two of them wound up in the office.” Sans had never heard of Helen. He’d actually figured it was Frisk’s first time they were forced to sit in the office.

Toriel let out a sigh of mixed emotion. “Well, that’s... not good to hear, but so long as neither of them got hurt it’s better than her.” She spoke with a strong distaste- a much more mild version of what Sans heard when she brought up Asgore on the off time she had anything to drink.

Sans asked “Who’s Helen? Bully at Frisk’s school?”

Toriel shook her head annoyedly. “No, and yes. She’s one of Frisk’s teachers. She’s- well... Like my father said, do not speak of someone if you have nothing good to say about them.” There was an angry fire in her eye, as though she’d like to personally bake her in fire magic.

For how much Sans liked Frisk, he still had his skepticisms about them. “Well, maybe there’s a reason. What sorta stuff does Frisk in trouble for?”

Toriel scoffed. “The most ignorant of things! The way Frisk dresses, the use of they pronouns, them using nonverbal communication so often! She tries to segregate the class between humans and monsters and gets Frisk in trouble when they try to interact with monsters for hell’s sake!”

Sans gritted his teeth together, feeling anger build towards the woman. “Heh, kinda reminds me some of the jerks Paps had to deal with in New Home. I thought Frisk’s teacher was an old guy named Mr.Low Park ‘r somethin’?” Frisk had told him about them, how they would show the class replicas and models of things from history, or how they’d take them on field trips to see special monuments and make it sound all exciting. Apparently he even gave Frisk less homework, or helped them with stuff they were behind on so they could focus on their ambassador work.

Toriel let out a chuckle. “Mr.Parloe, and yes. Half the classes are taught by one teacher, the other half are taught by another, Mr.Parloe and Ms.Helen in Frisk’s case.”

Sans nodded. It seemed like a weird system, but he figured they had their reasons. “Got it. So Low Parking is good, In Hell is bad?”

Toriel let out a another laugh, nodding. “Exactly Sans. Frisk doesn’t get in trouble as often anymore with her, but she still tries. Thankfully, Henry and most of the teachers are supportive, but there’s still some teachers.” She let out another sigh, shaking her head.

Sans felt angry. He felt people oughta be accepted for who they are. “Well, are the parents any better?”

She shook her head, holding it in one hand. “No... Well, some are. But some are so much worse. If I have to hear one more complaint from Linda concerning ‘the danger of monsters to human children’ I swear I’ll- I’ll-”

“Write a strongly worded letter requesting her to stop bringing up the point?”

Toriel looked up at them, as her anger turned into laughter. Sans gave her a grin. “Would ya like me to deliver it, alongside a piece of pie? Maybe Frisk could include a drawing depicting their feelings towards her?” Toriel continued laughing, as Sans further added “Oh, maybe we can redo her bathroom while we’re at it, show we’re really displeased about-”

“O-Okay Sans, st-stop it!” Toriel couldn’t stop laughing as Sans sat there, smug as always.

Finally, after a minute, Toriel calmed down, though she was still smiling. “I swear to God Sans, you’re unbelievable...”

Sans nodded. “Yep, true. All my life, I’ve tried to find someone who believes I exist, but so far nothin’.”

She let out more laughter, happy to be making jokes with Sans again. Finally, she said “Well, it’d certainly be nice if you could come to the PTA meetings to tell jokes, help me deal with Linda.”

Sans gave a shrug. “Who says I can’t?”

Toriel stared at him briefly, before looking down and giving it some thought. Finally, she looked back at him, asking “You’d do that Sans?”

He gave her another shrug. “Sure, why not? Not like i got much goin’ on with my life.”

Toriel smiled, “Really? Thank you Sans! I’ll go talk to Henry and ask him about you attending, thank you!”

Sans gave yet another shrug to Toriel. “‘Ey, it’s no big deal. I can come and be emotional support for ya, alright? Maybe crack a few puns, mess with the jerks a bit. When’s the next PTA meeting? Also, quick question, what’s a PTA?”

Toriel sighed, but couldn’t help but chuckle as well. “The Parent Teacher Association. The next PTA meeting for our school is Friday, four thirty. We’re going to be discussing the district conference during the next meeting.” The school was part of a district primarily located in a nearby city. They had a conference discussing their monster policy, which Toriel had been allowed to attend as a teacher and school representative from the district.

Sans nodded. “Well alrighty then, I’ll be there.”

[hannahstarshade]

Ten UNDERTALE Fanworks Every Fan Needs to Check Out

It’s February 15th, time once again to celebrate International Fanworks Day! Seriously, how great is that? Whether it’s books, movies, comics, games or television series, fanworks make up a huge part of their communities. This year I’m tackling UNDERTALE, the game that most people (myself included) fell in love with and whose fandom is still going strong more than a year later.

Some of them have been completed, some of them are only partially done, and some of them have been forgotten. Regardless of their status, I think they’re special and amazing and I hope you will love them as much as I do. I’ll do my best to leave out any spoilers.

Death by Glamour

Here’s a neat animatic featuring our favorite human and robot. Animated by Alyssa Gerwing, this video makes their battle look really cool, bringing the fight sequence out of the box and into UNDERTALE’s real world. You have to love the pacing and timing, which is perfectly in sync with the boss music. The facial expressions really give it something extra, whether it be humor or drama. What a stylish video! @walkingmelonsaaa

Papyrus Finds a Human

This animation was an unexpected delight. This was not the cutesy video I thought it would be. With it’s mild swearing and cartoon violence, Mike (a.k.a. Piemations) created a brilliantly funny video. The voice acting is flawless. The punchlines hit home. Papyrus is the best. I can’t write much else without giving all the best bits away. Just go experience it for yourself. As an added bonus, I highly recommend turning on the subtitles while watching the video for the second time. You will not be disappointed.

UNDERTALE ANNIVERSARY

This animation blew me away. I was a fan of iscoppie’s Game Grumps animations before this, but wow. This six-minute video depicts a moment I rarely see people tackle: how Undyne and Alphys met. It’s a bittersweet meeting when you really think about it, and this animation captures and balances all of the emotions involved: fear, hope, resignation, awe. The colors are gorgeous, the voice talent is wonder, and the music is beautiful. This is the best UNDERTALE tribute to date. @iscoppie

The Sons of Gaster

There are many theories as to how, or even if, Sans and Papyrus are connected to W.D. Gaster. One popular theory is that they were created by the doctor. This two-part comic series by sansybones depicts the skeleton brothers’ beginnings: their time with Gaster, growing and gaining independence, and how the two bros become family. The black-and-white style–with the occasional blue–is very effective and looks really nice. I especially love Papyrus’ facial expressions; they capture his personality perfectly. One thing I do appreciate is that this isn’t just a Sans story. Papyrus is just as important and has just as much focus and growth. Sansybones’ depiction of the UNDERTALE characters is fantastic. Their feelings, struggles, and personalities feel genuine and sincere. It’s an emotional roller coaster well worth the ride. @sansybones

They Say He Shattered

I’m a big fan of the multiverse theory. I’ve talked about it extensively in regards to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. If you’re like me, then this comic is right up your alley. Emily plays with the idea of timelines collapsing and converging in They Say He Shattered, creating the best kind of mess. It’s a fascinating story that balances humor and seriousness very well. Each game ending results in another dimension, but it seems the very fabric of time and space has been broken. Characters come face-to-face with different realities or feel the effects of forces on their other selves. Some things happen out of order. Some things that never should have been are now possible. It’s really hard to explain, but well worth a read. I’m really excited to get to the bottom of this mystery. @theysayheshattered

A CHARActer Analysis

Normally when we think of “fanwork” we think of art, music, fanfiction, cosplay, videos, and animation. However, this thesis bears recognition. Toby Fox created a cast of characters rich in personality and full of life. Chara is one of the only characters in UNDERTALE to be almost unanimously revered and portrayed as one-dimensional. They’re evil and hate humanity and that’s the end of that. Only it’s not. In this analysis we are shown every detail we may have missed. Chara’s story is scattered throughout the game. There are so many subtle hints and clues that most people wouldn’t notice or even think twice about. This in-depth thesis is by far the best explanation of who/what Chara is, who they were, and their role in the overall game. With all of this evidence, you may find yourself viewing Chara in a completely different light. @thefloweryfanclub

Never a Lovely So Real

The artwork shown above was created by theslowesthnery.

Of all the UNDERTALE AU’s, the Gangster/Mob AU is my big favorite. I adore this AU, and this fanficiton was heaven-sent. Kaesa’s Never a Lovely So Real is loosely based on Hnery’s neat headcanons and spectacular art surrounding the Gangster AU. This story is told from Sans’ point of view as he tries to keep the family safe. You have all of your favorite major characters playing their roles in the operation, while a lot of minor characters show up frequently as well. I really appreciate that Sans and Alphys are science bros and have to work as a team. I normally don’t like a who lot of new characters being added into fanfictions, but here it works. Getting to know the rival gang members goes to show that not everything is black-and-white, especially in these types of situations. Much like the game, the “bad guys” aren’t always bad guys. One of the greatest things about this fanfiction is how much research and knowledge went into it. I was impressed by how authentic this story felt the first time I read through it. Kaesa did her homework and it shows. There’s mystery. There’s action. There’s romance. There’s suspense. This is a great work. Did I mention the Gangster AU was my favorite? @kaesaaurelia 

Under Shield

The artwork shown above was created by hamstermastersamster.

Here we have my favorite post-true-pacifist story. Under Shield by Fantasia Wandering is a series of fics told out of order telling of Frisk growing up and growing into their role as ambassador, as well as dealing with their past and becoming part of a family again. Frisk is given a lot of character and background, but it never seems like too much. Frisk is a person with big feelings and big thoughts, and sometimes they can weigh too heavily on their mind. These feelings, accompanied with the struggles of growing up, are relatable to everyone and make it easy to slip into Frisk’s shoes. Although Frisk is the main focus, some of the main cast have important developments as well. One of the most powerful chapters in this series is the eighth part: Penance. Asgore’s redemption arc is a prominent theme throughout the series. He’s not immediately forgiven for his sins by Toriel, or even himself. This in turn affects his relationship with Frisk. It’s a process that takes many years and the reader is there for each important step. This fic’s strongest suit is its stunning imagery. The environments Fantasia has created are painted so vividly. Any reader can picture the settings in great detail. Overall, this is one well-written series. @fantasiawandering

Blood of the Covenant

The artwork shown above was created by donidoodles.

Remember when PTA Sans was a thing? Well, this is the PTA slice-of-life UNDERTALE story the fans deserve. Blood of the Covenant takes place nearly a decade after the game. Everyone has grown up–and it shows–but they still retain their character. Doni’s characterization is so on point. This fic has the most realistic high school you’ll ever find. None of that Lifetime or Disney Channel nonsense here. The history teacher coaches the football team, the PTA is a hot mess, and aside form a few ass-hats the kids are generally nice and friendly. (Is this my high school? I feel like this was based on my high school.) The story’s strongest appeal is that every character’s time is balanced and utilized effectively. This cast is huge and yet every single one of them has their time to shine. I’ve read a lot of UNDERTALE PTA fics and most of them are a lot of fun, but a common trend in those stories is that the human members of the PTA (Linda, Helen, etc.) are usually so cartoonish and two-dimensional, like their only purpose is to be ignorant evil villains. Here our antagonists are fleshed out. They have feelings, struggles, even arcs of their own. They learn and grow just as the protagonists do. This is a fantastic, well-rounded story. I lost so much sleep the first time I read through it because I could not stop. It was all worth it, though. I promise. @doniblogs

The Scientist

The link provided leads to AO3, but you can also read it on Tumblr. The artwork shown above was created by hamstermastersamster.

This is my favorite pre-game scenario. Out of all the fanfictions I’ve read, this two-part series written by Pen has the best portrayal of Dr. W.D. Gaster and his backstory. The first part of the series, The Scientist, revolves around the life and times of the royal scientist before Dr. Alphys got the job. The passage of time feels seamless, from the point of monsters’ imprisonment to the end of Gaster’s existence. It makes sense and goes right along with UNDERTALE’s timeline. Everything fits together like a puzzle. I could go on and on about the relationship between Gaster and Sans. It is just so strong and told very well. They are co-workers instead of father and son as I’ve seen in many fanfictions. (I prefer the colleague dynamic, actually.) The audience can get a real sense that their bond teeters between healthy camaraderie and toxic friendship, eventually falling to the side of the latter. The second part in the series, Entropy, shifts the focus onto Sans and how he deals with the aftermath of Gaster’s disappearance. It shows Sans’ own decline; he is deteriorating into the character we see in-game. This story is as well-written and intriguing as its predecessor. It paints by far the most natural, realistic relationship between Papyrus and Sans. Their situation, their dialogue, and their banter is so believable. There’s something really pure about it that just makes me smile. This series, you guys. This series. @talkingsoup

So there you have it! I had so much fun making this list. I can’t believe I’ve been working on this post for a whole year.Shortly after I made a similar post about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fanworks last International Fanworks Day, I got right to work on this one. Thanks as always to anyone who read this. If you’d like to discuss anything you read here today or have recommendations of your own, please feel free to reply to this post or drop something in my ask box. Have an awesome day, friends! @undertale

[antarestyl]

PTA Sans – The one where there is an PTA meeting. Again.

Azzy got a lot to think about and figure out for himself. School might help. But before that, we have a PTA meeting. Remember when this was about PTA meetings?

Some of the stuff Linda and Sans talk about is a product of some headcanon talking on the Soriel Discord. The people there are really great and were a big reason for me to get to write on this again. *waves at all of them*

Warnings: Talking about human biology stuff, PTA Linda, emotions, Azzy’s issues with Asriel, Toriel, Asgore and Flowey.

AO3 Link

Quiet honestly, Azzy was still trying to figure himself out at this point. But one could argue that every kid is figuring themselves out growing up so going to school with Frisk and the other children would be good for him. After all, he still WAS just a child in a way... he was just a bit death and then soulless for a while.

…maybe he shouldn't ever say that one out loud.

  Anyway, school it was for him and he couldn't be happier. Frisk had told him all kinds of fun things about school. Teachers and lessons and breaks and friends. They also had told him about Toriel who was a great teacher, about Undyne and her soccer practice, about Sans who would sometimes substitute for a science teacher and be super embarrassed about it.

  They told him about sitting outside at good days and watching the rain on bad days. They told him about lunch period and about the cookies and muffins Muffet had delivered for lunch and how that one lady Sans was arguing with often would always look really funny when she looked at the fine baked goods.

  They told him about their family too. About how Mettaton would sometimes pick them up. About how Papyrus would make them lunch sometimes. About how Toriel was their mom and Sans a strange mix between dad and uncle and therefore a dunkle. They told him about Sans taking them to soccer practices, about how happy Sans was looking now-a-days. They told him about Papyrus being really good with magic and in charge of safety when they were together with Undyne. They told him about Asgore too, how awkward it was sometimes between him and Sans and Toriel but also that they tried their best, that they were friends again.

  Honestly, all of this made Azzy's head spin but in the best possible way.

  A lot of that stuff was stuff he kinda knew as Flowey already or had been told by Toriel and Asgore. The first conversation between all three of them was... really strange to be honest. Strange and very uncomfortable.

  Azzy still felt a strange mix of regret and happiness and sadness thinking of the conversation.

  Seeing Toriel for the first time as Azzy was hard. He had all of Asriel's memories after all, remembering calling her mom and cuddling to her soft fur, eating her pie and helping getting snails from the garden.

  He remembered loving her, feeling comfort just looking at her, feeling safe and cared for and warm.

  The feeling was missing.

  It was not “nothing”, like being Flowey but the total certainty of love and comfort was just missing. Oh, he still liked her, he still would trust her with his well-being, but she just... was not his mother. Not a part of his new soul.

  That didn't mean it couldn't be anymore, of course. Azzy was sure that he could learn to love her like a mother again. It would take time and patience and would require making new memories for himself and to separate them from Asriels memories and feelings, but it could be done. Still, Azzy was more than a bit disturbed by his own feelings when first seeing her and the conversation after that was not helping that much.

  Toriel hadn't cried. Her eyes got watery but she didn't cry. She did hug him tightly, even after Azzy gently told her that he wasn't her Asriel anymore, that Asriel had died a long time ago.

  “I know.” she had said. “I know. A mother feels when her baby is gone. But let me pretend for a moment?”

  And Azzy didn't had the heart to deny her that. He whispered to her that Asriel still loved her, that he had loved her all the time and that he had been sorry to worry her so much. It seemed to be the right thing to do.

She had held him a good while, while Asgore was silent during the whole thing. Azzy kinda was glad that they had sent Sans, Frisk, Papyrus and the others outside after the initial explanation was finished.

  The hug ended finally and well, they all knew about the giant elephant in the room.

  “So... you are not Asriel,” was the first Toriel said after she dried her eyes off a bit. “so who are you now?”

  “I... honestly don't know yet.” Azzy said, looking at his leave-like pawns. “Frisk gave me the name Azzy. I am a new soul with Asriels and Floweys memories. Everything else... I gotta figure out now.”

  “That is a really mature answer.” said Toriel and Azzy just could nod at that. “And I thank you for telling me.”

  “... I am not your son anymore.” said Azzy quietly, better to do it now than later. “Asgore was involved into making this new soul for me but he isn't “dad” as I knew him as Asriel too. He is different and you are different and... and I am really different. You should know that.”

  Toriel nodded. “What do you want to do now?” she asked. “We could still be your parents...”

“I... want to stay with Asgore for a while.” whispered Azzy. “At least for now.”

  “Why?” asked Toriel, not able to keep the hurt completely out of her voice. Azzy didn't know if it hit him more to know that she was hurt or that she was unable to hide it.

  “... it's nothing against you.” he tried to explain. “I still got all the memories of Asriel and he loved you and you were his mother and... and it just feels wrong in the moment.” He paused, struggling to put all of this into words. “The emotions just aren't the same now and it kinda feels like I am stealing you from this... memory of Asriel. With Asgore it would be easier in the beginning because I can feel his love that was part of creating this soul but... yeah. I need time for anything else.

Also... sorry but you live together with Sans. I... I got nothing against him now but... I did a lot of very bad things to him. And he to me to stop me. Uhm... don't hold that last part against him, I pushed and pushed at him until he snapped and at that time I really thought it didn't matter at all what I did but that is no excuse. He does remember a bit of the stuff and I nearly all of it and... it would be really bad if we would live under the same roof now.” he looked down, unable to look at Toriel. “I just... want to figure some things out for now. Live a life on my own. Be Azzy. Until I am good enough to... you know, apologize and make up for it. To you too.”

  “... will you let me visit you?” asked Toriel softly.

  “... of course.” said Azzy, smiling. “I am just not living here but... I want to get to know you again. All of you, it that is okay.” “Well... then there is nothing more I can say on that matter.” said Toriel. “I am very proud of you... Azzy.” She looked up to Asgore, a lot of unspoken things still between them. “Tell me if you need anything.” she said to him, voice gentle and soft and for the first time since they sat down that day, Asgore smiled a bit. “I will. Thank you Toriel.”

  “No, thank you Asgore.” she said. “Take good care of your son.”

      Asgore and Toriel told him a lot of stuff too, but that was more serious. They told him about education, about human-monster interactions and how Frisk somehow managed to make the humans not fear the monster. They talked about how happy everybody was, how hopeful.

  Toriel, with a wink, told him that more little monster souls were formed in the few years they were up here than in the last ten years down there. The new Hope the monster were feeling did all of them good.

  The humans seem to be really interested in keeping things peaceful for the most part and Frisk kept working hard to keep up the good relationship between monster and humans.

  It all sounded like a dream. Sure, Azzy, as Flowey, had had the chance to learn some stuff while he was with Grillby and the two other flame elementals and their happiness sure was obvious. But to think that it really was this good? It was so strange. Weird even. But also nice.

  Still, he felt a kind of awe when he looked at the school where Frisk was dragging him too, their hand holding his little paw tightly.

  One more bonus of walking on two legs, apparently: he was able to hold hands. That was nice. Really nice. Frisk turned to him, grinned as if they could read his mind, and winked.

  “Gaaaaaah!” made Azzy (really smooth there, boy, he thought to himself just a moment later), blushing with a deep purple and Frisk laughed in their airy high-pitched giggle.

  “Welp, looks like you kiddos have fun.” said Sans, waiting for them at the school. Azzy huffed a bit. It was so unfair that Sans could teleport. He was still behind them with Toriel when they started walking! And now he saw Azzy being all flustered. Unfair. All of it.

  Sans laughed when he noticed Azzy's glare at him.

  “Awwww come on, lil' lion.” he said, winking too. “You gotta work on your roar but it was a pretty nice effort already.”

  Azzy huffed. Frisk laughed again and Toriel put her big paws on both of their shoulders.

  “Alright, my children. Let's go inside.” she said smiling and Azzy was still kinda conflicted about being called “my child” by Toriel. But he still nodded and followed Frisk inside.

  “... I now kinda wish my dad was here too.” Azzy mumbled to Frisk and Frisk finally let go of his hand to sign.

  “He would have come but there was an emergency he had to attend, remember?”

  “Yeah, I know.” mumbled Azzy.

  “And you still got me and Sans and mom here... well... mom has to go to some stuff before but she'll be there after a bit too!”, Frisk signed out happily and almost too fast to follow for Azzy.

  “Uh... okay?”

  “Don't worry, Azzy. It's going to be alright.”

  And Azzy... well... he believed them.

      Sans sighed a bit when he dropped down on his seat, Frisk and Azzy beside him. PTA meeting. Again. To give a very very abridged and human-friendly explanation of Azzy and how he would join the school next week.

  Sans really wished that Toriel was here but she had a meeting with another class she had to attend to so there was nothing he could do.

  Maybe he could stall a bit? There were other things on the agenda...

  “Woah, Sans! Nice to meet you again!”

  Sans looked up and smiled a bit when he saw Steven and Pia standing in front of them, both of them grinning brightly.

  “Hey guys.” Sans greeted them. “How is it going?”

  “Fine, fine... it was boring without you.” said Pia. “Like, really. Uhm... it's nice to see you back.”

  “You brought your kids?”, asked Steven, looking to Frisk and Azzy. “Hi there.”

  Frisk giggled and waved and Azzy frowned a bit.

  “I am not his kid.”

  “Ah.. sorry...?”, said Steven slowly.

  “It's complicated.” said Sans slowly. “I uhm... will explain later. Azzy here is Asgore's kid.”

  “Ah, well... uhm... welcome?” Steven really looked a bit uncomfortable now and Azzy waved a bit at him.

  “It's alright.” he mumbled, shaking his head to shake his pedals out a bit.

  “Well... okay.” mumbled Steven before turning to Sans. “So... anyway, it's really nice to have you back. Linda and the strange Mrs. Smith is driving everybody nuts.”

  “Who is Mrs. Smith?”, asked Azzy.

  “Somebody who is inspecting the school.” explained Sans. “I don't know her but Papyrus and Toriel told me about her.”

  “Well, Mom's school is great so everything is fine, right?”, signed Frisk.

  “Heh... of course, kiddo.” said Sans, petting over Frisk's head. “It's all right, you'll see.”

    And things were pretty good at first. Linda was there, yeah, and she was her irritating self but it was more like comfort than grievance at this point. Like after facing his past, bringing back a dead monster prince and having several serious breakdowns in the last weeks... Linda was kinda that kind of problem Sans could smile at.

  Nothing like some heavy breakdowns to shift the world perspective back to where it should be huh?

  So Sans stepped into the heated discussion going on right now with a big smile on his face.

  “Linda, there is something I don't understand...” he begun and Linda rolled her eyes at him.

  “Oh look at this, the skeleton doesn't understand something.”

  “Hey, despite having no brain, I got some PhDs.” chuckled Sans and knocked on his head. “This numskull here understands a lot more than SOME people with a brain.”

  Linda was actually growling at him while Steven and Pia giggled softly. Sans could see Frisk leaning over to Asriel (no, Azzy, scolded Sans himself. He should respect that name-change!) out of the corner of his eyes, signing something a bit too quick for him to understand.

  “What are you going on about then?”, huffed Linda.

  “I don't understand what the issue with the biology lessons is now.”

  “What is there not to understand?”, huffed Linda, crossing her arms. “Children shouldn't be subjected to... to you know, THIS kind of human biology.”

  Sans blinked at Linda. Linda started back.

  “Uh... I really don't understand.” he said slowly. “Are we talking about pooping or something? I mean I know humans don't like talking about it but come on, they gotta learn how food gets processed and it's kinda new stuff for monsters because we don't have that whole squishy stuff going on inside us.”

  Pia was now openly giggling and even Frisk couldn't suppress a small laugh,

  “It's the same about the toilet thing, honestly, I still don't get that either.” continued Sans, smirking a bit but still playing the fool. “I mean for something you don't like talking about you make an awful lot of noise about this...”

  “THIS IS NOT ABOUT POOPING!”, screamed Linda finally, prompting everybody in the room to break down with laughter. “URGH, we can never discuss anything of importance here!”, continued Linda, raising her voice so she could still shout over the still-laughing crowd.

  “Well, it was kinda important for monsters to know what the bathroom is for humans, you know.” said Sans, winking. “There would have been so many misunderstandings and hilarious incidents ...”

  “WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?”

  “Nah.” said Sans, winking. “I thought we were having a serious conversation here?”

  “I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE SEX ED.”

  Sans fake-gasped. “Linda! Not in front of the children! Think of the children!”

  Linda made a strangled-sounding noise of pure rage and Sans saw several dollar bills change owners.

  Yes, it was good to be back.

  It took some time until everybody had calmed down so Sans could talk again.

  “But seriously, what is the issue with that?”

  “Well, it's unnecessary, especially for children so young. It will corrupt them!”

  “Uhm... aren't you a parent?”, asked Sans, blinking.

  “Yes?”, huffed Linda. “What does that have to do with...”

  “Shouldn't you, like, talk to your kid from time to time about that stuff too?”

  “What...?”

  “I mean, do you want them to live in a bubble? You humans are obsessed with that kind of thing, or at least it seems to me like this.” said Sans with a shrug. “I mean they will learn about it someday, Why not get facts and stuff before they learn from anywhere else? I mean, I DID look through the Internet from time to time and as much as I don't have a clue about human biology, some of the stuff there doesn't seem to be even do-able...”

  “W- would you shut up about his?”, hissed Linda, face still in a deep red shade. “They shouldn't be taught this is school yet! They are way too young!”, hissed Linda.

  “Linda, we are talking basic sex ed in their sixth grade.” huffed Sans. “There are kids that go through this weird puberty thing you humans have at that time. They have to learn somehow, at some time in some way.”

  “You want to teach them about sex!”

  “...did you even READ the thing?”, asked Sans confused. “They are not getting taught about this sex thing, they are getting taught about your biology and sex kinda is a part of that.”

“It will encourage them to... to DO stuff!”

  “We teach them about war in history and I don't see them fighting and about the moon landing and you don't see any of them building rockets.” huffed Sans. “They are kids, they still think of each other as icky.”

  “So it's way to early.”

  “What, about the messy stuff?”, asked Sans. “Yeah maybe, but we are not teaching that. We are teaching that humans are mammals and how they reproduce. Like, knowing what bit is called what, the use of it, some health stuff... and yeah, what this sex thing is and what it's good for. They need to know the basics so we can build up on that when they are a bit older. But they should at least understand where human babies come from.” He frowned a bit. “Honestly, what DO you do when one of your kids get a sibling?”

  “It still should be in the hands of the parents.” huffed Linda.

“Yeah, so, when do you plan on telling and teaching that stuff to your son?"

  “NOT NOW!”

  “Thought so.” huffed Sans. “But look, this is not about... your strange hang-ups about this kind of thing. They need to know some basic things. And it's important for monsters too. We just... don't GET all of this but maybe this way we at least understand why you humans are all so weird about some stuff and not about other stuff. We teach magic and the science of souls after all too.”

  “That... urgh...” huffed Linda.

  “It really would clear up so many misunderstandings.”said Sans, winking. “I mean, just a few months before you all up in my face because of that one class I taught...”

  “You were taking off your shirt in class!”

  “Yeah, to show the kids how ribs are connected to the sternum...”

“That is super indecent.”

“... Linda, I repeat what I said the last time, I am all bones. There is literally nothing here. I am not just a human in a costume.”

  “It is still indecent!”

  “Well, and that is why we have to learn it, because none of us Monsters can understand stuff like that otherwise. And in an inclusive school like this, we gotta work together, right?”

  “What are they talking about?”, whispered Azzy to Frisk who grinned and giggled at the dialog.

  “Mom tricked Sans into being a substitute teacher. He did it a few times since then. Last time he was supposed to teach the bones of a human to the kids and used himself as a display. He always gets a weird look when he looks at the display skeleton that is meant for that stuff.” Frisk signed almost too fast for Azzy but he got the gist of it and giggled.

  “And why is that human lady so against that?”

  “Many humans insist very much on clothes. It's all still a work in progress. And Sans and Linda are always going against each other.” Frisk pointed at Steven and Pia. “Those two sometimes bring popcorn.”

  “Nice.” chuckled Azzy.

  “If you really are so against it, you can take it to the school committee I guess...” said Sans finally and shrugged, the topic getting obviously stale for him.

  “I demand that we take a vote.” hissed Linda. “Everybody in favor to demand leaving the sex ed out of sixth class raise their hand.”

  Some of the monster parents that didn't have hands looked at Linda a bit flatly but even the humans hesitated. There were a few raised hands but mostly the others seemed to be in favor of keeping the biology lessons as they are.

  “Well I think that settles then.” chuckled Sans.

  Frisk and Azzy also giggled softly at Lindas face who now looked like something nasty was passing through her stomach.

  “And after all of THAT stuff... how about something better, huh?” chuckled Sans and pointed to Azzy. “Azzy here will be a new student in Frisk's class.”

  “H...hey!” squealed Azzy, a bit overwhelmed when suddenly all eyes turned to him. “Uh... yeah, I'll start... school soon.”

  “Hey there.” said Pia, waving while Steven smiled nicely at him. Linda looked like she wanted to say something but a look from Sans brought her back to silence. Finally she just huffed.

  “If Mrs. Smith comes to grill your behind, fine.” she spat out. “I'll keeping it in the protocol that I protested.”

  “Yeah. Sure.” said Sans, waving with his hand. “You do yours.”

  The rest of the meeting was pretty mellow all things considered. Azzy was kinda bored but it WAS interesting to learn about stuff that went on in the school behind the scenes.

  In the end, Toriel came to the meeting too, explaining some changes that will happen around the school. A new indoor swimming pool would be built soon so they could offer swimming lessons for humans and monsters alike. Undyne apparently was very happy about that. There were some minor things too like that the cafeteria menu will be mostly monster food now because it seemed like humans didn't get harmed by it and it didn't trigger any allergies in general. A few teachers would leave, new teachers and staff would come and Toriel also announced that Mrs. Smith would continue her inspection of the school for the next weeks still.

  “Why does the inspection take so long?” mumbled Azzy.

  “Mom said it's because we are the first monster-human-school... they want to be really sure everything is going well. But it is and will be and then there will be lots of schools like this.” signed Frisk with a nod and a spark of determination in their eyes. Azzy just smiled and shrugged.

  Most likely, this won't concern him too much.

      When the meeting was finally over, Toriel drove him home again. Azzy felt a bit awkward saying goodbye to Toriel but decided on a small hug and a “thank you” before running to Asgore.

  “Hey, hey, son.”chuckled Asgore as he caught Azzy with his arms. “How was your day?”

  “It... it was great.” said Azzy. “... dad.”

                In the void there was life. A soul-beat and magic crackling around an almost finished soul, glowing brightly in the otherwise endless darkness. There were thoughts and emotions and abstract concepts.

  Where am I?

  Who am I?

  Why am I alone?

  My name is... my name is..

  I want.

  I need...

  I want to go home...

  Not yet, not yet.

  They knew they were almost there. Just a little bit more. The memory of somebody needing them, somebody calling for them kept them going. Just a bit more, just a bit more.

  Another piece clicked into place. Just a tiny bit longer.

[ask-serious-sans]

PTA Reader (Platonic!Reader and PTA Sans) Part 13

Summary: In which Mettaton crashes a PTA meeting which happens to be discussing the school play, learns they are in need of a director, and decides to take on the role himself.

"And that's why we chose The Tempest for our school play this year," Linda was saying. "Did I hear 'school play'?" Mettaton suddenly popped up from behind a potted plant, and you wondered how he had managed to hide there for so long without being spotted. Linda screamed, though you were sure by now she was getting used to Mettaton's interruptions. Although, the fact that the potted plant had been behind Linda at the time probably added to the shock value for her, so you couldn't blame her outburst. "Will you stop doing that?" Linda shouted, fury filling her expression. "We're in the middle of something very important here." Mettaton proceeded to write something down in a notepad, and once he finished, he returned to the conversation at hand, though he ignored Linda's comments completely. "So, what I'm hearing is, there's going to be a school play? How wonderful! I'm sure I don't need to remind you all I'm an excellent actor, so if any of the students performing in this play would like some tips, I would be happy to share my extensive knowledge of acting-" "That won't be necessary," Linda cut him off. "In fact, you should probably just leave now." "But acting is my area of expertise! I'm sure the director of this fine performance wouldn't mind if I stopped by during a rehearsal or two." Mettaton wasn't taking no for an answer. "Well, good luck with that, since we haven't even picked the director yet." Linda grinned smugly, but her plan backfired almost immediately. "Oh, you don't? I would be happy to take on the role!" "Wait no, that's not-" "Ohhhh yes! It will be the most fabulous play ever! I can envision it now!" Mettaton continued, seeming to grow more excited by the second. "We're going to find a director, obviously," Linda announced, scowling at the robot. "There's no need! I volunteer." Mettaton replied, smiling. It was obvious that neither of them was going to back down, so an argument was sure to follow. Several parents began discreetly placing bets on the winner of the debate. You had a feeling it would be a close call, though; after all, both Linda and Mettaton were very outspoken. "Well, we think it would be better to have someone with actual experience as a director direct the play," Linda stated with a tone of finality. "Actually, I think he'd be a good director," Sans commented, most likely just to annoy Linda. "Why not give him a chance?" "Ahem. Well, the rest of us think someone with experience should direct the play," Linda shot a glare at Sans. "Oh, don't be silly, Linda. I, of course, do have experience as a director!" Mettaton announced proudly. "Oh really? What did you direct?" Linda didn't seem to believe him. "Oh, a cooking show, a quiz show, a news show, and in fact..." Mettaton's grin widened as he stared Linda directly in the eyes, "A short play of my own! All of which were hits in the Underground, I might add." "Well, this isn't the Underground," Linda retorted after recovering from the shock of hearing he actually did have experience as a director. "So there's no guarantee a play directed by you would be well received here on the surface." "Well, unless you have another skilled director waiting around, I don't see why you shouldn't give me the job." "What if I do know another skilled director? Then will you go away?" "Who is it?" Mettaton asked. "Kieran Morgan." It was clear Linda had made up the name on the spot. "Oh, I don't believe I've heard of them." Mettaton commented thoughtfully. "What did they direct?" "Uh... You know what, just... Get out of here already! This is a very important meeting you're interrupting!" "Very well! I'll be here after school tomorrow to begin auditions! It will be announced in the school newspaper tomorrow, so don't worry about that!" Mettaton said cheerfully, leaving the room before Linda could utter another word. "That's- You don't think- Is he actually going to-" Linda stammered. "Yes. Yes he is," Sans replied, looking amused. Immediately, half the parents offered to help out with the play in some way, and absolutely no one was fooled into thinking it was for any reason other than seeing how angry Mettaton could make Linda. Linda seemed to realize this, but she couldn't exactly turn down offers of help. Bonus- Auditions "Hello, students!" Mettaton announced, gaining the attention of the students who had decided to audition for the play. Everyone, including the parents who had shown up to help (but mostly just to see how Linda would react), instantly became silent, looking at Mettaton expectantly. The robot smiled. "I am the director for the play! I look forward to working with all of you young actors!" he continued. "Now, I know these auditions were announced at rather short notice, but I can assure you that this will not negatively impact you. In fact, it is intended to ensure you get a role that you are well suited for, since you will be judged solely on your own unique acting skills!" "Excuse me, but no one ever gave you permission to hold auditions here," Linda spoke up, having just entered the room. "Ah, was this room already booked for another meeting? We can go somewhere else," Mettaton offered, knowing full well Linda was trying to cancel the auditions. "Actually, all the classrooms are booked today," Linda replied. Even the students realized this couldn't be true, so everyone was just looking back and forth between her and Mettaton. "Oh, is that so? I didn't realize that so many clubs met after school today," Mettaton commented offhandedly. "Well, there are, so you have to leave," Linda said, seeming proud of herself for having apparently convinced him of this. "Which club is meeting in this room?" Mettaton inquired innocently. "The Art club." Linda replied. "And in the classroom next to this one?" "The science club." "How about the room on the other side of that room?" "The, uh... Debate club." This was more intense than a tennis game. "And the room on the other side of the building?" "The cooking club," Linda said, though not as confidently. "We don't even have a cooking club," a student supplied helpfully. Linda scowled. "Oh, well then we can use that room!" Mettaton said cheerfully. "No, you can't!" "Why not?" "Because... Oh, fine, but I'm going to be there as well to make sure these auditions are fair." Mettaton seemed hurt. "I am always fair, especially when it comes to auditions." "Whatever." Linda rolled her eyes. Mettaton frowned at her, but turned to address the students again. "Now, you will each be called up, in alphabetical order, and will have five minutes each to perform an improvised scene." "That's how you're going to hold auditions?" Linda asked. "Yes, it is. Why, are you a renowned director with tons of directing experience?" Metatton retorted. "No, but shouldn't you be holding auditions for each specific role?" Linda countered. "Actually, I think it will be easier to match the students with a role based on what comes naturally for them-" Mettaton began. "This isn't supposed to be about what's easier for you, it's about finding a student for each role in the play." Linda insisted. "What play is it, anyway?" one of the students asked. "I think it said The Tempest in the newspaper," another student informed them. "Can we do Star Wars instead?" a third student questioned. Several students murmured in agreement. "No, we can't. We already decided-" "Actually, that sounds like a fabulous idea!" Metatton said. When Linda sent him a withering glare, he added, "After all, this play is supposed to be for the students, yes? What better way to ensure they enjoy the process than choosing a performance they will enjoy taking part in?" "Plus, more people will come to see it this way," a student spoke up. "And how would you know that?" Linda demanded. "Think about it this way. How many other schools do you know that put on a play adaptation of Star Wars? Lots of people will come just to see what will happen." the student replied. "We already agreed on The Tempest," Linda said. "Well, as director," Mettaton spoke up, "If the students would prefer to perform a different play, I believe it it worth a shot." The students cheered. Linda looked annoyed. And that was how the school ended up putting on a play adaptation of Star Wars.

[tirkarokujo]

Tirk dreams of Tabletops pt. 1: The Dungeon Doofery begins.

I’m now experimenting with doing some half-baked word salad I’m calling “writing” for shitposts longer than 140 characters and throwing them on this blog. Might make a new blog for this soon idk, but for now you’re free to read my antics with Tabletop RPGs after the jump.

5 years...wow! It's now been 5 whole years since I ran the very first tabletop RPG campaign for my group that I've stuck with through this entire half decade of rolling virtual dice, so it feels only right to reflect on my many ups and downs when it's come to this sweet hobby of mine.

Traditional role playing has always been something inherently ingrained into me since the very day my brain developed enough to form original thoughts. It's kinda like that for everyone if you think about it. Tabletop role playing is essentially a more sophisticated version of those games of pretend you'd play with whatever you could scrape out of your toy bin, where one would weave dramatic sweeping narratives in which He-Man, Optimus Prime, Goku, Donkey Kong, and the floating disembodied torso of Hulk Hogan beat the shit out of/kiss eachother in Barbie's dream house or have a hollywood blockbuster worthy car chase on that street map rug everyone owned for some reason.

We as humans just have an inherent desire to play out hypothetical scenarios in our head with whatever resources we have, and even the inevitable sands of time aren't enough to wash that feeling away. No matter how advanced our technology gets, barring a technological singularity that turns us all into gods capable of shaping worlds with our fingertips, nothing will ever truly replace the limitless scope of our imagination as our greatest form of entertainment. Even mediums such as video games and movies still rely on some level of imagination on the part of the audience to truly sell the worlds it's trying to convey. So in that sense, you can say that I've been technically tabbletopping all my life. But if we wanna get literal, my first exposure to tabletop RPGs was a little roundabout. I had always -heard- of the name Dungeons and Dragons thrown about here and there, and I knew it was a game of some kind, I just had no idea what nor any desire to find out. If I'm to wager a guess, I suppose I thought it was some kind of board game akin to RISK or Settlers of Catan? idk. That's what I gathered out of the one time it was parodied on Dexter's Lab.So my first time getting introduced to real tabletop role playing was in....Yu-Gi-Oh, of all places.

Yeah, I'm serious. Bear with me for a second.In the final arc of what's popularly known as "Season zero" of the Yugioh manga, when the actual card game was just one of many games that were featured, the final shadow game to end them all was an arc hosted by Yami Bakura called "Monster World." During the Monster World arc, the rules of the titular game was more meticulously explained as all of the games featured in the manga were. It was clearly supposed to be a take on D&D or perhaps some other TRPG that was popular in japan at the time, like Sword World. Either way I read the arc and thought it was the absolute coolest shit ever and I soon got hard at work at making my own playable version of Monster World, which didn't get very far before I found out some way or another lost to the sea of time that Monster World was just supposed to be a parody of D&D. My general thought process then being "holy shit what have I been missing this whole time" and soon enough I got my hands on a boxed Dungeons and Dragons 3.5e starter kit with a dungeon map, pre-made characters, a bunch of miniatures, everything I could have ever asked for. Not long after that I then obtained the 3.5e Dungeon Masters handbook.

Even without playing the game, my mind got simply swept up in the endless possibilities. Fuck all these other so-called "role playing" games, here this tome is just telling me that I can just make my own adventures where anyone can do anything without the confines of a video game telling you what you can and can't do, and that people have been doing this for DECADES now? It really was just the old days of playing with plastic tat, but now more legitimized with an actual ruleset that gives some much needed grounding to the proceedings, and slightly better knowledge of storytelling conventions under my belt. I'd pour over the dungeon masters guide for hours just reading all the facts about magic items and the different planes and how to build a dungeon, I could just get lost in that shit forever. So naturally I got to work making my own campaign (keep in mind I had no idea how to actually play the game, I just figured you rolled dice and damage happened, which is all I needed) and tried to get some of my friends to play it. That's where things went downhill fast.

See, when I was just a little piece of shit in his early teens, me and my squad were undeniably as geek as it could get. We talked about video games, anime, the YTMND-era internet, hustled Yu-gi-oh cards, everything. We were straight up building a game in Game Maker at the time. You literally couldn't mistake us for anything else. And yet, despite all this, nobody besides me was actually comfortable with playing some good old D&D when I got a hold of  everything. In their own paraphrased words, even they knew it was just "too nerdy" for them. Too nerdy. Seriously. Here this dude who I spent many sleepless nights discussing the intricacies of Mega Man lore with telling me something is too nerdy for them. Admittedly, I can't call them out too hard on this, as it probably just isn't something they were keen on, and I don't think it's entirely uncommon for tabletop role playing to have a sort of stigma attached to it, even among "geek" types.

Let me go off on a tangent here to differentiate between two opposite ends of the spectrum of fandom-based culture, and that's "consumerist" and "transformative." Consumerists have, as far as I seen, been the dominating force of geek culture, especially among young males such as myself. Consumerists take pride mainly in their massive collections of games, movies, figures, and other various do-dads as the means of expressing their devotion to their hobbies. When they are doing creative work, it's mainly for reviews, tutorials, editorials, theorization essays, or collecting trivia that pertains to their subjects of interest. While there's certainly nothing wrong with being a slave for the massive capitalist machine that will inevitably kill us all, as after all I still partake in buying a bunch of useless media trinkets in a futile attempt to fill in my empty soul, it definitely feels like the most acceptable and "safe" way of being on the fringe of fandom culture.

The other end of the spectrum, transformative, aren't simply satisfied with what already exists. These are the peeps who go beyond what they see on the screen, and take it in their hands to answer the question of what if Cloud and Barret totally FUCKED. These are the kind of people that write obscenely long fanfiction about that old early 2000s cartoon you forgot about until now, and run an extensive AU RP blog in which the entire cast of Undertale are professional shoplifters and tax evaders. Not tryna make any sweeping statements here, but it always seemed to me that the more artistic/creative side of fandom culture has always been more inclusive and liberal, while consumerists have always been more conservative. (Not like in a political sense, but I mean the actual definition of conservative, being more reserved and not trying to overstep any boundaries or push the envelope in any way.) There's probably a multitude of reasons for this, but I won't get into them here.

The thing about being transformative though is that you tend to be raked against the coals a lot more. Normally when someone has to take a couple of cheap shots at some kind of fanbase, the ones that are put up to pasture first are the creative types.  Indeed, being a creative within a particular fanbase is going to be suffering no matter what. When you think of easily-mocked aspects of fan culture, you think of the cheesy fanfiction or the weird fanart or the freaky RP bloggers or the Mary Sue OCs, the whole package. And while it's undeniable that yes, SOME creative works aren't the best or most holy, it's dishearteningly common for some enthusiasts to straight up discourage any kind of creative thought within a fanbase, even if it's just kids having fun with their silly new Korra AU. And yes, this kind of stigma even extends to tabletop role playing games.

In the case of my friends, they were probably more on the consumerist end, though it's also entirely possible they were influenced by the popular perception that D&D was just "that nerd shit." Well, no matter how many times I try to deconstruct it, what matters is that I didn't really have anyone to play with so my interest in TRPGs dropped off after that. Flash forward to about 2011, when I was semi-well established in my new online circle, and a good chunk of my chat group was into this thing called "PTA." No it has nothing to do with parent teacher conferences, but rather it's an acronym for "Pokemon Tabletop Adventures," an RPG system based loosely off of 4e that obv centers around those goddamn Pokemon critters. You know, the thing where the guy comes out of the thing and he starts auhgbabaabhgbl, Pokemon. I don't remember if I was still interested in getting back into tabletops back then, but I largely ignored all that hubbub because 1. don't think I really cared about Pokemon all too much back then, and 2. the main dude who the tabletop group revolved around, we'll just call him Thrice, was a guy I absolutely could not stand, so the idea of needing to listen to that screeching cat even more was an absolute nightmare. (He's now one of my best friends, but I think he's still convinced I hate him now just as much as I did back then.) Still, eventually I got interested in playing, and he hooked me up with a player role in one of his new campaigns around late 2011.

I was pretty impressed with just how much Thrice was willing to teach me just about everything; I still remember that day when he was showing me to ropes and took so long to explain everything I stayed up until the wee hours of sunrise for the first time since high school ended. So naturally, I completely forgot everything and needed the rules re-explained to me throughout the entire campaign. Thus, the first tabletop campaign I ever had the privilege of playing was some generic Pokemon league setup. I think there was some darker undertones involving brainwashing or something, idk I forget and nobody had the common sense to archive the sessions back then. My character was a news reporter named Lauren, and I guess this series now gives me a good a time as ever to explain my exact thought process when it came to decisions I made with my characters and campaigns to my group. Lauren was an amalgamation of things I was into back then, such as Dead Rising and Kino's Journey (which is where she got her appearance token from) but the idea of playing a journalist/reporter funnily enough came from the "Wrestler" minigame in Rhythm Heaven Fever. I wanted to play a sort of reporter like that, but with kind of a dark edge to it, where she secretly resented and wanted to cuss out everyone she had to be nice to in order to keep her job. The idea was that'd she'd be nice out the outside but then occasionally go on BB Hood type violent outbursts and keep just about everyone on her shitlist, but it turned out a little too hard to RP back then, so what ended up happening was that she'd just be more of a lowkey pissy jerkface who wasn't incredibly pleasant to hang around, but I guess it could have gone worse.

PTA had a "photographer" class so I felt it was a natural fit for Lauren given her profession and all. Big mistake apparently, as the Photographer more of a support type class (with a lot of said supports not having much combat application) and her personality was more suited to a physical bruiser, so that definitely put a damper on my enjoyment.My first real exposure to some good ol' tabletop discourse was during a particular encounter. Thrice had decided to throw at us an encounter that was....interestingly balanced to say the least. It was a dude who had so many high level Pokemon that just one of them could have counted as its own boss, so the fact that so many of these death monsters was coming out of this dude like the world's most painful clown car meant that we didn't stand much of a chance before we got wiped out. I'm not sure if it was an "unwinnable" situation but either way I remember it pissing off most of the player base and the general perception of that campaign went downhill since. This is the first of like...maybe two times, perhaps three, where we learned one of the most important lessons in Tabletop RPG balance ever: Never, ever have an unwinnable fight because it's never going to go as well as you want, and if it does it's gonna suck ass, just don't do it fam. Eventually the campaign and that entire era of PTA died soon for reasons that I don't remember, tho it's not hard to understand why. But still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have fun, so naturally next time we flash forward to March of 2012 when I decide to jump right into running my own damn tabletop RPG, with miniboss squads and hookers, and occasionally go other more observations of the medium as a whole in a completely disorganized fashion.