Chapter 24
"We need to find something to do...."
Gaster and Chara just sat on the couch, Berlin and Dayne were playing Super Smash Brothers Ultimate. They just watched, not even sure what to do. "Well let's think, our brothers went off to do some errands... Their wives are off doing who knows what, Asgore and Undyne are home but I'm not being held responsible for setting their house on fire again" Chara listed, Gaster nodded. "Yeah.... You mean from the underground, with Frisk?" Gaster asked, Chara nodded slowly. "Yup, the one thing that made me laugh in the underground" Chara said, Gaster nodded. "Well.... Let's see, maybe we can go AU traveling? Berlin said you took them" Chara said, Gaster shook his head. "Nuh-uh, ain't making that mistake again.... Sans said that each kid has an activity after school. Since we go to school, maybe we should see what they have" Gaster said, Chara nodded. "True, but what do they have?" Chara asked, Gaster shrugged. "Gaming club, Soccer, Boxing, Wrestling, Ballet, Dance, Gymnastics, Art, Swordsmansh-" Berlin was listing them, Chara stopped him. "Hold up, swords? As in knives? Weapons! Sharp?" She asked, Berlin looked away from his game and nodded. "Ooooh, Boy! I know what I'm a do!" Chara smiled as she stood up, Gaster facepalmed. "Dear gosh, help us...." He said, Chara laughed. "Just imagine slicing at those innocent child and watching them turn to dust!" Chara laughed, then froze and looked at Berlin and Dayne who gave her a weird look. "Uh..... Remind me not to mess with you" Dayne said, backing away from Chara.
"Yup, that's fair. I did try to poison Papyrus once, who knows what I'd do with you" Chara smiled, the front Door closed. "Chara, stop scaring the kids" Sans said as he walked in with groceries, Chara sighed. "Sans! Can I do Swordsmanship? Please?" Chara begged, Sans put the items on the counter. "Me? Trust you? With a sword? In your dreams, kid" Sans said, Chara sighed. "I have you know, I am 13 years old now, possibly 113 if I didn't die. So I'm technically an adult, so I make my own choices" Chara said with a smug face, Sans put his hands in his hips and turned to her. "I have you know, your under 18 currently. You live under MY roof and eat food I make and bought, I take you to and from school so technically you don't make your own choices" Sans said, laughing could be heard from the living room. "Ya got roasted!" Berlin laughed, Dayne laughed with him. "Sans, please?" Chara begged, Sans returned to putting the items away. "Nope, sorry Kid" Sans said "If you learn to use a knife then we die early, and I kinda wanna wait till I get grandkids to do so" Sans said, Chara agreed. "If Dad, you forgot the IF" Berlin said from the living room, Sans nodded. "I rest my case" Sans said, Chara growled. "Growl all ya want, no means no" Sans said, Chara stomped into the living room. "What are ya gonna do?" She asked Gaster, who looked at her. "Art, I like drawing and it seems easy" He replied, Dayne nodded. "It gets worse though, they have you go and make banners and posters for events. Frisk told me that when she was in 5th grade" Dayne said, Gaster shrugged. "Again, seems easy".
*Tem skip*
"Signing up for art club, you?"
"Oh shut up and quit nagging me, I'll find something"
"If you can't, seems like I'm better at you at something"
Chara stopped "What?"
"I mean, you go ahead and not find any clubs and it proves I'm better" Gaster said, with a smirk on his face. "Oh, is this a challenge? Boy, I will wipe your dust on the floor to win that challenge! I will find a club, and ya know what? Ya owe me $30 if I do!" Chara said, Gaster was just smiling and nodded. "Alright, it's a bet. Good luck" Gaster said, Chara smiled and raced off. "Club.... Club.... That doesn't involve violence" Chara said as she looked around, her eye kept looking at the Swordsmanship club. She looked around and slowly walked to the booth, looking at the sign up sheet to see one spot left. "Hm.... What Sans doesn't know can't hurt him" She said, she grabbed the pen and signed her name.
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