#pta flowey

[birdsareblooming]

Ok so all y’all

Ik y’all like putting flowey as JUST a flower pot in the pta au but, Flowey would be the perfect monster history teacher.

First he was raised in the royal family he’s gotta know a lot about history. And he lived a very important part of it. As well as, Asgore and Toriel would sugar-coat it, Flowey would sugar code NOTHING.

“Ok you little shits.”

“So long ago during what you call the Middle Ages, humans kinda sucked. They trapped us underground for verying reasons but probably bc y’all are cowards.”

“And then I was brought in to this torture called life.”

“Than the first human fell down, her name was Chara. She was pretty fuckn cool but she might have also had some issues. Idk my memory is shit.”

“Years later leading up to around a year and a half ago. This little shit named frISK”

*frisk waves*

“Yes frisk we know who you are.”

Than Frisk brings Chara’s eternally screaming ghost for show and tell and its a GREAT TIME

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PTA Reader (Platonic!Reader and PTA Sans) Part 19

Summary: Linda decides to hold a small spelling bee during a PTA meeting in preparation for the school-wide spelling bee that's coming up, which she is going to be the pronouncer for.

Upon entering the classroom for the PTA meeting, you found Linda setting up a podium with a microphone, which seemed somewhat unnecessary considering how small the classroom was. It was not difficult to hear someone talking from the other side of the room, as long as they weren't whispering. However, by now you had learned that it was best to simply let Linda do her thing, however ridiculous it might seem. Once everyone was gathered around the table, and Linda had finished setting up the microphone, she announced, "As I'm sure you all know, I will be the pronouncer for the upcoming spelling bee." Since she had taken any opportunity available to remind everyone of that fact, you doubted there was anyone in the entire town that didn't know about it. "I thought it would be fun to hold a small spelling bee now to prepare for it," Linda continued, "with you, the members of the PTA, as the contestants." There was silence following the suggestion, as a few members tried to figure out if she was being serious or not- you knew by now that she most definitely was- and the rest just waited for her to start. There was no point arguing, after all- she was going through with it whether anyone else wanted to or not, so you decided to just accept it. "Great!" Linda stated cheerfully, as if her suggestion had been met with thunderous applause. "Everyone will be given a turn, going clockwise around the table. I will say a word, and if you spell it correctly you will move on to the next round. If you don't, you will be out and your turn will be skipped in the following rounds." First was Helen. "Your word is 'parent.'" Linda announced. Helen spelled it correctly, and Linda moved on. The first round seemed relatively easy, until Linda reached Flowey's turn. "Your word is 'poignant,'" Linda told him. You had been expecting Linda to choose harder words for you, Flowey, and Sans than the other members, but you hadn't expected it to start on round one. She wasn't even trying to hide it. Flowey simply smirked and spelled the word correctly. Linda looked like she'd swallowed something sour, but moved on. A few rounds later, it became quite obvious that Linda was just asking Flowey the most difficult words possible. Flowey didn't break a sweat- if that was even possible for flowers- and spelled every single word correctly. As others were eliminated, but Flowey remained in the spelling bee with what seemed like ease, Linda grew increasingly furious. Finally, only Flowey and Helen were left in the competition, after what seemed like (and probably was) more than eighty rounds. Linda hadn't given Helen a single word that was longer than three syllables, while most of the words she'd given Flowey had at least ten letters in them. By this point, Linda was not giving up until she found a word Flowey couldn't spell. "Alright then, how about this word? Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis." A few people looked like they thought she had made the word up until they realized Flowey wasn't objecting. Literally everyone in the room held their breaths as Flowey began spelling the word. Linda's expression soured with every letter he got right. When he finished, Linda lost it. "How did you spell that word?!? You're a flower! There's no way you knew how to spell it! Not to mention all those other words." Linda argued. Flowey shrugged. "I had a friend. They had a really impressive vocabulary. They knew how to spell that word because it annoyed everyone else that they could spell it. So I kept asking them to teach me how to spell really difficult words, and they did." Flowey actually seemed to have a somewhat wistful expression, as if remembering a good memory. Linda scowled. "Ugh, fine, whatever. Let's just move on to the meeting."

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So... is "Azzy" now more Asriel or more Flowey? (I mean in the PTA AU)

Uh, he is gonna be a mix between them. He got the memory of both of them and well, he IS both of them but at the same time none of them.

For once, Azzy isn’t a Bossmonster anymore, he is now a plant elemental (think like the plant monster in the ruins that heal you with their attacks, only more humanoid shaped), as such he lost his fire magic and most of his “Absolute god of Hyperdeath” stuff. (because come on, that was more funny than anything. XD). He can still form the “normal” bullets like Flowey could thou. But they won’t be as strong anymore, his LV is back to 1 now because, well, new soul.

He does still have the ability to summon and use vines and use the plant elemental typical magic, such as manipulate the growth of plants (an ability I kinda headcanon Asgore to have too), use vines and use green attacks or healing magic. He will age for now like a normal monster and due to being an elemental, he also will be nearly immortal. (aka he will stop aging when he is mature and then stay like this forever as long as he doesn’t starve or is killed by something) Asgore and Toriel won’t age because of Azzy either by the way.

His personality thou will take time to develop. After all there is still parts of him that feel more like Asriel and others more like Flowey but in the end, he isn’t just the sum of both of them but a fusion, something new. It will just take some time for him (and the others) to really figure this out.

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PTA Reader (Platonic!Reader and PTA Sans) Part 16

Summary: In which the PTA holds a potluck, and Linda's bragging about her cooking skills prompts a competition.

Linda had decided that the PTA should hold a potluck. You weren't exactly sure why, but you had a feeling it was mostly just so she could show off her cooking skills, considering at any time she had an opportunity to bring it up she started bragging about how the food she would be bringing was an old family recipe. Though you weren't really a fan of anything that made the already lengthy PTA meetings last even longer, a potluck did mean free food so you decided it was worth dealing with an extra long meeting. Flowey was at the meeting when she suggested it, and since Linda had commented offhandedly about how he wouldn't be able to prepare anything for the potluck because he was a flower, he had taken it as a challenge to bring the best dish. Linda, of course, didn't like that, because her dish was supposed to be the highlight of the potluck. It had quickly dissolved into an argument, with each trying to defend their pride. By the time the argument was broken up, both were seething and seemed quite determined to outdo the other. The potluck had thus turned into a competition for who could bring the best dish, and some of the other parents had decided to compete as well. This had led to even more arguments, particularly from Linda who was not pleased with her attempts to show off being turned into a competition. You had sighed inwardly, wondering why there could never be a 'normal' PTA meeting. Actually, you'd never attended any other schools' PTA meetings, so maybe this was normal. Helen and Betty had discretely attempted to intimidate the challengers into dropping out of the competition. While it had worked on some of the parents, Flowey had only seemed to take it as more of a challenge. A few other parents, inspired by this, had followed his lead. When they saw their plan had backfired, the two quickly stopped. Tensions were so high as the meeting was adjourned that you were half convinced the potluck would end in a food fight. Though Linda had remained confident her recipe would leave all others in the dust, she was still annoyed that the potluck had been turned into a competition in the first place. When the day of the potluck arrived, she seemed especially irritable at any mention of the competition. She glared at Sans and Flowey when they entered the classroom with a large bowl of spaghetti. "So, that's the incredible dish you made? Spaghetti?" Linda asked with a smug expression. Clearly, she figured it could never beat the dish she'd brought, which appeared to be a casserole. Flowey smirked back. "You won't be so amused when you try it," he stated calmly. "Why, did you poison it?" Linda asked suspiciously, looking at the spaghetti uncertainly. "Linda, please," Flowey replied, looking hurt. "I would never bring a poisoned dish to a potluck. Someone else might eat some of it as well." It took Linda a few seconds to figure out the thinly veiled threat, but when she did she paled significantly. Flowey just laughed. "I was kidding, but the expression you made was totally worth it." "So is it poisoned or not?" Helen demanded. "It's not. You can ask Sans if you don't believe me, he was watching the entire time I made the spaghetti." Flowey replied. Both Linda and Helen glanced at Sans, who nodded. "Honestly, you really think I'd be dumb enough to bring poisoned food to a cooking competition? I'm way sneakier and more creative than that." Linda and Helen paled again. You wondered when they were going to realize he was just saying ominous things to see their reactions. "Anyway, let's get this competition going, shall we?" Flowey added, grinning as Linda glared at the reminder. "Fine. Everyone who is part of the competition, please put the dishes you brought on that table." Linda indicated a small table at the front of the classroom, which you figured she had purposely chosen since it was small enough that only a few dishes would fit on it. "Now, everyone who isn't competing will try some of each dish and vote on which is your favorite. The dish with the most votes wins." You shrugged, that seemed fair enough. "And Sans, you can't participate because we all know you'll just side with the flower," Linda added. "Then by that logic, Helen and Betty shouldn't participate either because we all know they'll just side with you," Sans countered. Linda scowled. "Fine, you can participate." With that resolved, everyone who hadn't prepared a dish for the competition gathered a small portion of each dish. Helen and Betty chatted loudly about how delicious the casserole Linda had made was, probably hoping to sway some of the votes in her favor. They resolutely ignored the spaghetti, however. In your opinion, the casserole wasn't bad, though it wasn't the best dish ever to exist as Linda had been insisting, either. The spaghetti, on the other hand, was quite impressive, especially considering it had literally been made by a flower. "I had good teachers," Flowey explained when someone asked him how he had made such delicious spaghetti. When it was time to vote, everyone wrote down which dish was their favorite on small pieces of paper, which Linda collected. She then counted the number of votes for each. She frowned as she read through the votes, before finally reaching the last piece of paper and glaring at it for several seconds. Then, she gathered them up and walked over to a trash bin, announcing in a tone that dared anyone to argue, "I won." "Why were you frowning the whole time, then?" Flowey asked. "I, uh, wasn't. You must have imagined it." Linda argued, rather unconvincingly. "I demand a recount." "Fine," Linda handed the papers to Helen, who barely even looked at half of them before echoing Linda's statement that she'd won. "You didn't even look at all of them!" Flowey objected. One of the other parents took the papers from Helen and began reading them, announcing the votes as they did so. Flowey and Linda seemed to be tied the entire time, with other parents receiving a few votes here and there. When they reached the last slip of paper, Linda and Flowey were tied, and almost everyone in the room was holding their breath. "And the final vote goes to..." after a pause for dramatic effect, they announced, "Flowey!" Flowey grinned. "I knew it!" Several people congratulated him. Meanwhile, Linda looked even more furious than she had been before, if that was even possible. "That's it, the meeting is beginning now, everyone take their seats," Linda said, trying to regain control. Everyone else sat down as instructed, looking at her expectantly. Throughout the entire meeting, she was very passive-aggressive, making comments of varying degrees of rudeness directed at Flowey, who smiled smugly at each and every one of them.

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“There is a literal elephant in this room.” PTA Underfell Flowey pls? (or regular flowey whichever you prefer)

Of course! Honestly, I really love writing for Underfell Flowey. (Though if anyone prefers UT Flowey, feel free to imagine this as UT Flowey instead, I figure his reaction would probably be about the same, but perhaps a bit more sarcastic)

PTA Underfell FloweyTo say PTA meetings had been getting steadily more unexplicable was an understatement. Even knowing that, Flowey never, ever, would have expected this.“What on earth, Linda,” Flowey said, staring at the self-proclaimed leader of the PTA in hopes she would explain what was going on.“What is it now, flower?” Linda asked, looking at him with an expression of disdain.“There’s an elephant in the room.” Flowey replied, utterly confused as to how said elephant had even entered the room in the first place.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Linda replied. “We are all very straightforward and honest-”“Linda. There is a literal elephant in this room.” Flowey interrupted with a glance at the creature in question.“Oh, that. Yeah, well, I figured if a talking flower is allowed to attend these meetings, we should include elephants as well.” Linda replied as if this were completely normal.“Why elephants? What about lemurs? Or armadillos? Maybe a kangaroo?” Flowey asked. “Hey, why don’t we start hosting these meetings at the local zoo?”Linda looked irritated, not that Flowey was particularly surprised by her annoyance that her plan had backfired. Even worse (for her), some of the other parents actually seemed to like the idea.“That could be fun,” one commented. “We never meet anywhere as a group other than these meetings, maybe we should visit a zoo together.”“We are not taking a field trip to a zoo,” Linda said firmly.“Why’d you bring an elephant here if you didn’t want us thinking about visiting a zoo?” someone else asked, causing Linda to facepalm.“Why is your first instinct upon seeing an elephant to want to go to the zoo?” Linda questioned.“Why isn’t that your first instinct upon seeing an elephant?” they retorted.This was the most off-topic PTA meeting Flowey could recall attending, and he found it hilarious. The fact Linda did not find it even remotely as amusing was simply the icing on the cake.Despite Linda’s best efforts, all anyone would talk about for the rest of the meeting was the elephant. Three parents were legitimately trying to set up a field trip to the zoo, and the others found that much more interesting than Linda’s two-hour lecture on whatever she currently hated most- though Flowey had a feeling he probably topped that list right now- so everyone was basically ignoring Linda in favor of their own conversations, which Linda really didn’t like.“This meeting did not go how I had anticipated,” Linda huffed as the other parents filed out of the classroom at the end of the meeting.“You are the one who brought an elephant,” Flowey commented.“Are you trying to say it’s my fault?” Linda demanded.“The elephant? That you brought? Your fault? I would never,” Flowey replied with a bit more sarcasm than was completely necessary.Flowey was amazed Linda didn’t try to strangle him. Then again, it would be pretty hard to strangle a flower.

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PTA Reader (Platonic!Reader and PTA Sans) Part 15

Summary: In which the PTA hosts a talent show, one of the judges has to cancel last minute, and Flowey somehow manages to talk his way into taking their place.

Recently, Linda's favorite topic of conversation during PTA meetings had been the talent show she had decided to set up. With the help of the school newspaper- and, of course, Mettaton, though she would never admit to being grateful for his help- the talent show had been widely advertised and many students had signed up to perform during the show. Linda was certain it would be the most successful event of the school year. Linda was, of course, going to be one of the judges for the talent show, and a few other parents she had selected would be judges as well. She had spent a lot of time and effort to prepare for the talent show, as she often reminded absolutely anyone who would listen. The gym had been booked for the event- which you found ironic considering how much she'd argued against using it for the science fair, although there was the fact there were no sports games scheduled for the day following the talent show- and she'd designed posters which were now to be plastered all over the school. Not that that was really necessary, considering the school newspaper had ensured everyone would know about the talent show with plenty of advanced notice. But at least it gave her something to focus on other than yelling at anyone who dared to disagree with her, so you weren't complaining. Though you didn't completely agree with spending an entire meeting walking across the school grounds taping posters to every available surface. Part of you absently wondered when she'd had time to print all of these posters, because she'd had a stack of at least one hundred for every person attending said meeting. It was also rather difficult to find empty spaces to tape up the posters, considering there were about thirty five other individuals all trying to put their posters up as quickly as possible so Linda wouldn't yell at them as well. Finally, the last poster had been set up, and everyone headed back to the classroom for the rest of the meeting.

On the day of the talent show, Linda had insisted everyone show up to help set up the gym. You didn't particularly mind, especially since Sans had brought Flowey along, which meant that the process would be much more entertaining. Linda and Flowey argued constantly, about the set-up of various decorations, where to put the judges' table, and literally anything that they could possibly argue about. Throughout the entire set-up, Linda seemed annoyed by the absence of one of the judges. After sending several very angry voicemails, Linda eventually heard back from the missing parent, who was unable to attend the talent show due to an unexpected emergency. This left Linda furious, since they were now missing a judge and the talent show was scheduled to start in about an hour. Flowey offered to stand in for them, and though you had a feeling Flowey had only volunteered because he knew how annoyed Linda would be about it, you were genuinely curious to see how the talent show would go with Flowey as a judge and hoped that Linda would let him. At first, she was adamant that he could not be a judge. "You're literally a talking flower, no one's going to take you seriously," she stated. "People take you seriously, I don't see why they wouldn't take me seriously." Flowey retorted. "Why you-" "Also, you need someone to be the last judge, and I don't see anyone else volunteering." Flowey continued, looking smug. Perhaps the reason why no one else was volunteering was because they also wanted to see how things would go with Flowey as a judge, but either way, he had a point. It was clear Linda realized this, but she still didn't want to give Flowey any kind of position of power. "Would anyone else like to volunteer?" she asked, looking almost desperately at the other parents. Everyone stared back, silently, waiting for her to let Flowey be a judge. As time went on and no other offers were forthcoming, Linda finally agreed, though she was clearly not happy about it. The expression on Flowey's face momentarily made you wonder if this was actually a good idea, until you realized he was just doing that to freak Linda out. "You have to behave if you're going to be a judge," Linda had informed him, but Flowey hadn't seemed particularly concerned. Then the talent show started. You had been planning to stick around anyway, just to see how it would go, but now that Flowey was a judge, you definitely weren't going anywhere. Surprisingly, Flowey was relatively well behaved, giving positive feedback to all the kids and only occasionally taking an opportunity to irritate Linda. And even when he did, it was just a small, calculated statement that no one other than Linda would be annoyed by. It wasn't until the end of the talent show that Flowey finally revealed the real reason he had volunteered to be a judge. To keep track of the scores. Though you weren't too surprised, when Linda announced the winning act, it turned out to be her children, who had performed together. But Flowey spoke up before anyone could start a round of applause. "Actually, according to the scores, they received a 9.7 out of 10, and Rylie scored 9.8." Linda scowled at him, now realizing the reason he'd been so well behaved. "Hey, I'm the one in charge of announcing the results here. Stay quiet, flower." "But isn't it the role of a judge to be impartial and ensure the scores are reported properly? After all, you wouldn't want anyone to claim this was rigged, right?" Flowey replied. Linda dropped the argument there, not wanting to risk anyone thinking she had rigged the talent show. She did glare at Flowey for the remainder of the event, though, and you had a feeling she was plotting revenge. A war of some kind was looming ahead.

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PTA Reader (Platonic!Reader and PTA Sans) Part 11

Summary: In which PTA Flowey makes a return, Helen tries to outlaw puns during PTA meetings, and Linda spends half an hour arguing about how monster food is 'bad' for humans. Note: I wasn't expecting PTA Flowey to be so popular, but since he is, I'm putting him in an official chapter as well! The PTA Flowey ask/Bonus chapter can be found here.

You'd been quite surprised during the previous meeting when a talking flower had started telling Linda off, but once you'd gotten used to it, it had been rather amusing. So you were quite glad to see Sans carrying a flowerpot with a very familiar flower inside it as he entered the room for the PTA meeting that day. "Hey," you greeted them as Sans sat down in the chair next to yours, placing the flower pot on the table in front of him. "Heya," Sans replied. Flowey just nodded in your general direction. Which, for Flowey, was actually a pretty polite greeting to a stranger. Linda was much less pleased by Flowey's return. "I thought I told you never to bring that abomination to a meeting again!" Sans shrugged. "Hey, I don't see any rules about talking flowers." Flowey smirked. "I have just as much right to be here as anyone else." "You tried to kill me!" Linda stated. "You tried to move me without permission!" Flowey retorted. "You were disrupting the meeting!" "You're an arrogant, inconsiderate tyrant!" "What does that have to do with anything?" "Frisk told me I have to start being more 'honest' and 'open with my feelings' and all that so that's what I'm doing." "I WANT A RESTRAINING ORDER!" Everyone had just been watching the two argue back and forth, and at Linda's outburst, there was dead silence. "You want a restraining order... on a flower." Sans finally spoke up. "YES!" Linda replied. More silence followed, until Alicia eventually asked, "Is that even possible?" "It will be," Linda said ominously. She nodded at Helen and Betty, who went to stand in front of the classroom door, barring the way so no one could leave. "Nobody leaves until my lawyer gets here! You're all witnesses! The flower will not be allowed to enter these meetings!" she announced, before dialing a number on her cell phone. While you might once have been annoyed by a delay of the meeting like this, this was one of those situations that was so unexpected that you didn't even mind the wasted time because you were genuinely curious about what was going to happen. You doubted Linda was actually going to be able to talk her way into getting a restraining order on a flower, but knowing her, she was certainly going to try whatever ridiculous ideas popped into her mind during her attempts to do so. Which was what was going to make this entertaining enough to accept the fate of being basically imprisoned in a classroom while waiting for a lawyer, who probably wasn't even working at this hour, to show up. It was a testament to this fact that none of the other members of the PTA seemed to so much as consider the idea of trying to leave. They all sat in their chairs, calmly waiting, as Linda informed the lawyer that they needed to come to an elementary/middle school campus right away to settle a dispute between her and a talking flower. It took all of your willpower not to laugh when she told the lawyer that, and you were honestly surprised that the lawyer still agreed to come. While waiting for the lawyer to arrive, you would have expected Linda to start the meeting, even if it was just one of her usual rants about how much better this school's sports teams were than some random other school's sports teams. But no. She just stood there in silence, glaring at Flowey. Finally, Sans spoke up, "This sure is a lot of effort just to get someone to leaf you alone." You and a few others laughed a bit at the pun, only to be silenced by Linda's glare. "Now is not the time," Linda told him. "Or did you want me to get a restraining order on you as well?" Sans shrugged, "Are you saying I'm the root of the problem?" "That's enough, no puns!" Helen ordered from where she was standing by the door. You weren't sure why she was still standing at the door; it was clear no one was actually trying to leave. "Guess I'm barking up the wrong tree," Sans commented. Helen looked furious. "Stop it!" "Can't we create some kind of treety?" At this point, even Sans was finding it difficult to keep a straight face, and nearly everyone was laughing. "Puns are banned. No puns allowed during meetings." "I'm sure weed come to an agreement if-" "That's enough, if you say one more pun I'll..." Helen interrupted, only to trail off. "Or you'll what?" Flowey teased. "Don't forget, a lawyer's coming!" You completely lost it at that, burying your face in your hands to smother the noise of your laughing and shaking with laughter. Once you'd recovered, you saw that Helen was furious but didn't seem to have any kind of comeback so she was just fuming quietly. Finally, the lawyer showed up, and everyone gathered around the table. "Now, I know you mentioned on the phone something about a talking flower," the lawyer started. "I'm not saying this is some kind of joke, but if this were some kind of joke, I'd be very annoyed at coming all the way here for nothing." Linda was quick to assure the lawyer that it wasn't a joke, and pointed at Flowey. "That's it, that's the flower." Silence. "Uh, yes, that is a flower." The lawyer said eventually. "Now, why exactly am I here?" "I need a restraining order on the flower." Linda explained. The lawyer stared at her in disbelief for several seconds, as if expecting her to continue. When she didn't, they prompted, "Why?" "It's rude and keeps insulting me. Also it tried to kill me last week." The lawyer looked back at Flowey. More silence. Somehow, you were able to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter- for weeks afterwards, you would wonder how you had managed that. "I... see... Um, would you mind explaining how it tried to kill you?" "I reached out to move the pot and then it bit me." The lawyer seemed to be growing increasingly more confused, but still tried to remain professional. "Alright. Do you think you could get the flower to speak?" "Of course," Linda replied confidently, turning to Flowey. "Well? Aren't you going to tell your side of the story?" Nothing. You nearly burst into laughter, but again managed not to. Flowey was quite clever, you thought. It really didn't surprise you at all that he'd realized if he was silent, the lawyer would just think Linda was crazy. "Alright, what's going on here?" the lawyer asked, appearing to have run out of patience. "This flower is trying to make a fool out of me!" Linda replied angrily, glaring at Flowey. "Speak up already!" Flowey remained silent still. You had a feeling he was enjoying this. "Look, I am a very busy individual," the lawyer began, clearly irritated. "If there is is a reason you had to call me here, please tell me what it is." "I'm telling you, the flower can talk!" Linda cried, gesturing towards Flowey as if that would magically force him to speak. Still, nothing. The lawyer sighed. "Clearly." they said, almost sarcastically. "I don't know what's going on here, and I'm not sure I want to know what's going on here. But I do know that so far, this has been a waste of time, so unless there is more to this than a talking flower, I'm going to have to leave now." "I need a restraining order!" Linda demanded. "I can't give you a restraining order for a flower." the lawyer replied. "Why not?" "...Because it's a flower?" the lawyer said. "Restraining orders require a lot of paperwork. No one's going to go through all that effort because of a flower." "Don't let it trick you! It's vicious!" The lawyer glanced at Flowey. Then back at Linda. After repeating this motion a few times, the lawyer sighed again. "You aren't going to let me leave until I agree to give you a restraining order, are you?" "Nope," Linda replied. "Very well," the lawyer took out a piece of paper and a pen, then proceeded to write 'Restraining order for Linda against Talking Flower.' "Thank you," Linda said, with a smug look in Flowey's direction. "No problem..." the lawyer said, before leaving the room as quickly as possible without making it look like they were trying to hurry. Less than a minute later, the sound of a car taking off down the street at what was probably several miles per hour above the speed limit could be heard. Linda triumphantly held up the 'restraining order' and told Sans to take Flowey out of the meeting immediately. "You know that will never hold up in court, right?" Sans asked. "Of course it will! It's a restraining order!" Linda argued. "Let's just start the meeting," suggested Alicia. "Fine," Linda agreed, looking a bit annoyed. "For our first order of business, there is the matter of school lunches. We're looking into some new, healthier options so if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to mention them now." There was silence for a minute or so. "Anyone?" "Well," Sans spoke up, "Muffet's been working on some new lunch items to serve at her bakery-" "No. No monster food." Linda said, not even giving him a chance to  finish. "First of all, we need healthy food to serve the children." "It is healthy," Sans replied. "Muffet uses only the best ingredients in the food she prepares." Linda scoffed. "As if you monsters know what is healthy for humans to consume." "Actually, Muffet has researched that extensively-" "I bet she doesn't even know what 'gluten-free' means," Linda continued. "There isn't even any gluten in monster food!" Flowey finally spoke. You'd been beginning to wonder when he was going to start talking again. "Oh now you decide to talk. What happened when the lawyer was here, huh? Did the cat get your tongue?" Linda scowled. "Something like that," Flowey laughed. "Ha, ha, very funny. How typical of you monsters." "Well, what was I supposed to do? talk to the lawyer or something?" "Yes!" "No thanks," Flowey replied. "The course of action I chose was soooo much more interesting.” Linda glared. "Anyway," she finally continued, changing the subject back to school lunches. "We won't be serving monster food. It would be bad for the children's health." "Monster food is almost entirely composed of magic. There literally isn't anything unhealthy in it!" Sans said. "Well then, how do you know magic isn't unhealthy for humans to eat?" Linda argued. "For one thing, Muffet runs a very successful bakery that many humans have eaten at and none of them ever got sick because of it." "Children and adults are very different, it could still make the children sick." "Children have eaten at the bakery, and they were fine. Not to mention Frisk, who ate pretty much only monster food while they were in the underground, simply because that's all we had. They were completely fine as well. And don't forget the bake sale, none of the kids got sick after eating the spider doughnuts." "You know you could have just said that last part and still gotten your point across, right?" Flowey commented. "Or the first one. Or-" Sans sighed. "Whose side are you on exactly?" "Sorry. Force of habit." Flowey replied. Linda was pulling at her hair. "Fine! Okay! It might not make them sick! But there are still far healthier options we could go with so we still aren't going to serve monster food." "Why don't we just get an ingredients list for two different meals, one prepared by Muffet and the other being whichever meal you're suggesting instead and compare them to see which is actually healthier?" You suggested. Linda glared at you and then started ranting about how human food was obviously healthier than monster food. Not that there seemed to be any actual scientific basis to her claims, but it was probably just better to wait until she was done ranting to point that out. Eventually, she simply changed the topic to something else, not leaving any opportunity for argument, but by this point it was clear she wouldn't change her mind regardless of how much evidence was presented, so arguing was probably useless anyway. After the meeting ended, though, Flowey got revenge by shouting, "Linda's lemon squares aren't as healthy as monster food," as Sans carried the flower pot out of the classroom. Based on Linda's screeching, Flowey seemed to have figured out her weakness... Her precious lemon squares.

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PTA Reader (Platonic!Reader and PTA Sans) Part 12

Summary: In which a school event results in Asgore getting stuck in a bounce house, PTA Flowey is back once again (and apparently really loves jump scares), and Linda learns why you should never insult Frisk while they're alone.

The PTA had been planning a school-wide event for several weeks, and now it was finally happening. There was a bounce house, several hand-made games like ring toss and a dart throwing game, and various snack tables. Even Muffet had been allowed to bring some spider pastries, much to Linda's dismay; mostly due to Flowey's comment that 'If Linda didn't let her bring the pastries she would just be proving to everyone that she was jealous of a spider's baking skills being superior to her own.' It was a Saturday, and nearly all the students had shown up, many with their parents. Fortunately, this event was being held outside rather than inside the cafeteria, so the amount of space available wasn't a problem. Even with everything spread out, one could barely walk ten feet without almost running into someone, not due to it being crowded but because there were little kids everywhere running from place to place. If this had been held in the cafeteria, it definitely would have been a disaster. Not to mention, you had no idea how they would have fit a bounce house in there. You and your sibling ran into Sans and Frisk, as well as Asgore and Toriel, shortly after arriving. Sans was also carrying the flower pot Flowey generally resided in, explaining that Flowey had wanted to come for the sole purpose of bothering Linda. Helen happened to overhear this, and rushed to warn Linda, much to Flowey's annoyance. "Oh, come on! I had this whole surprise planned to scare her!" Flowey muttered. "Oh well, on to plan B." You weren't sure what 'plan B' was, but you figured you would find out soon enough. Anyway, Frisk had discovered a plush dog as one of the prizes for the dart throwing game, and was now determined to win it. Considering it was one of the larger prizes, you figured it wasn't going to be easy to win. The person running the booth seemed to agree, but Frisk wasn't one to give up. Besides, this was the kid who had single-handedly freed an entire civilization of monsters, so winning a stuffed toy wasn't that improbable. Frisk took the darts and stood the indicated distance away from the dart board, a determined expression on their face. Then, their posture changed slightly, and their eyes seemed to turn red- though that was probably just a result of the sunlight hitting them in a certain way, right?- and they threw the darts, one at a time, every single one a bulls-eye. Frisk accepted the plush from the confused person running the booth with a smile, eyes now back to normal. So it had just been your imagination, you thought. Shrugging it off, you followed the others to the bounce house. Your sibling and Frisk entered the bounce house immediately, joining a small group of other kids who had already been inside. Soon, Frisk climbed back out, dragged Sans into the bounce house, and then resumed jumping around while Sans tried to keep his balance. Eventually, at Frisk's insistence, Sans started to jump around inside the bounce house as well, except every time he jumped he seemed to teleport and land on the other side of the bounce house. Soon, the children had created a game where they tried to guess where he would end up each time. Then, Frisk tried to convince Toriel and Asgore to enter the bounce house as well. Toriel started explaining that that probably wasn't a good idea, but Asgore, who thought the bounce house looked cool, actually agreed to it. It wasn't long before he realized he was stuck in the bounce house, one of his horns having been caught in one of the mesh sides of the inflatable structure. It took Toriel, Frisk, Sans, you, and your sibling to get him free, and he promptly left the bounce house afterwards. On the bright side, the children had all found the entire thing immensely funny and Asgore was now known as the 'coolest dad on earth,' at least according to the students at the school. Then you noticed Flowey's flower pot was empty, and immediately started looking for Linda because you had a feeling you didn't want to miss this. After scanning the crowd a few times, you saw her arguing with Muffet at one of the snack tables, and it seemed you'd found her just in time because mere seconds afterwards, Flowey popped up from out of the ground right next to her. Linda shrieked, but before everyone else could turn to see what had happened, Flowey had disappeared again, reappearing in the flower pot a moment later. "So, that was plan B?" you asked. "Nah, that was plan C, but I realized the chance was too good to waste." Flowey replied. "Fair enough."

Bonus - PTA Chara Later, Linda happened to come across Frisk when they were, surprisingly, completely separated from the monsters. Naturally, Linda decided to take the rare opportunity while she had it and started blaming Frisk for all the 'problems' the return of the monsters to the surface had caused her. After all, Frisk never fought or argued back; Linda had heard about this from their teachers and peers. And without the monsters, or any of their other friends around to overhear, it was unlikely anyone was going to stop her from ranting at the poor child. "This is all your fault. You've caused so many problems by bringing those monsters here." Frisk initially just remained silent, as Linda had expected, but then, something changed. They stood up straighter, glaring right back at Linda with eyes that suddenly seemed red, and spoke in a slightly different tone than usual. "Oh yes, blame a child you've barely had one conversation with for the intricacies of all the social disasters in your life. Because that makes sense." "Wha-" Linda stammered, shocked. What had happened to the overly nice child who was kind to everyone? "What, you can't handle the truth?" "How dare you speak to me like that!" Linda replied, fury filling her tone. "Like what?" the child asked innocently. "Do you know who you're talking to?" Linda asked, trying to seem intimidating. "Do you?" That statement seemed incredibly ominous, even coming from a child. Or perhaps because it was coming from a child. Linda scowled. "Now listen here, you have a horrible attitude." "I could say the same about you," the child replied with a smile. Somehow, the smile was even more ominous. Linda shivered involuntarily, but continued anyway. "You need to grow up." "Hey, I still have time to grow up. What's your excuse?" Later, Linda would try to tell the monsters what had happened, but none of them believed her. "You sure this is Frisk we're talking about?" Sans had said, looking amused. "You know they literally wouldn't insult a fly, right?" "But-" "Frisk is way too nice to do that. Nice try, Linda." Flowey had told her with a laugh. "I'm serious!" "Seriously out of it if you think Frisk said any of that," Asgore had commented. "They're the sweetest child I've ever met." "Yes, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't make such accusations about them," Toriel had added. "I'm sure you would be less than pleased if someone had been claiming such things about your children."