Poke.

"I will smite you."

Poke.

"I will eviscerate you."

Poke.

"I will posses you and kill everyone you love."

… Poke.

"FRISK!"

The fifteen-year old laughed as she watched her adopted twin turn a vibrant shade of red, spluttering with anger.

"Frisk, I swear to Asgore, I will murder you next chance I get." Frisk stuck her tongue out at the demon.

"And where would that leave you?" She asked. "We're tied to the same SOUL. If I go, you go too." Chara huffed.

"Whatever," she said passively, an evil look entering her eye. "If you would give me control on the other hand-"

"In your dreams, Chara." Said 15 year old groaned, running a hand through her auburn hair as she did so.

"I'm boooooored!" She cried. "There's nothing to do- I can't get away with murder like I used to." Frisk rolled her chocolate-brown eyes.

"Why don't you go talk with Flowey?" She suggested. Chara gave her a long-suffering look.

"I can't, Toriel put him on lock-down again." She griped. Frisk hesitated.

"Do you want to go get ice cream?"

The demon stared at her former host with something akin to incredulousness burning in her eyes.

"Ice cream?" She questioned. Frisk smiled slightly.

"Yeah, ice cream. There's a new shop down the road-"

"Frisk I don't want ice cream-"

"-and they do 16 different flavors of chocolate." Chara fell silent, and Frisk smiled triumphantly.

"Fine," Chara grumbled. "But only for the chocolate." Frisk laughed and grabbed her keys, while Chara just stood there fiddling with her heart locket.

"Ok, I've got my keys, let's go," the ambassador of the monsters said. The two girls walked out of the room, only to be intercepted by Toriel.

"Hello Frisk, hello Chara," the goat monster greeted them cheerfully. "Where are you two going?" Chara opened her mouth to reply, but Frisk stomped on her foot.

"We're just going to get ice cream," she said, ignoring Chara, who was cursing at her violently via telepathy.

Ah, the joys of sharing a SOUL.

"Oh, ok," Toriel said, smiling. "Don't stay out too late, and behave yourself Chara." Said demon rolled her bloodred eyes.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." She said flippantly, strolling past Frisk and Toriel and out the door. The former queen of monsters looked at Frisk with something akin to worry in her eyes.

"Are you sure this is-"

"The same Chara you raised?" Frisk finished, a bored look in her eyes. "Yes mom, this is the same Chara." Toriel sighed and walked off to the kitchen, muttering about how different Chara was. Frisk sighed. She really needed to sit down and talk with her- everybody actually- and explain about the resets and such.

But right now she needed to go catch her twin before she murdered someone out of sheer boredom.

"Chara! Chara- put that poor squirrel down right now." The demon huffed, letting go of said furry creature. It quickly scampered away, fear in it's beady black eyes. Chara stood up, brushing herself off and walking towards Frisk, boredom swirling around in her crimson eyes.

"Alright Miss Pacifist, lead the way," she said, a hint of amusement playing on her features. Frisk rolled her eyes and gestured in front of her.

"After you, Miss Genocide." She drawled. Chara stuck her tongue out at her and walked in front of her at a brisk pace. Frisk hurried to catch up.

"So how far away is this bloody ice cream shop?" Chara asked. "My feet hurt." Frisk resisted the temptation to roll her eyes.

"We've been walking for two minutes Chara," she said flatly. "How can your feet hurt already? You walked all over the Underground…" Chara sighed, picking at her locket.

"Yeah, but that was fun," she said. "There were monsters to kill, kids to terrify, gold to be earned." She sighed contently. "Those were the good days." Frisk sighed and looked up, remembering her own run through the Underground.

"It's hard to believe it's been 6 years, isn't it?" She asked softly. Chara nodded, hints of nostalgia playing in her eyes.

"Yeah," she said, then added: "Do you miss it?"

"The Underground? Dearly." Frisk replied. Chara stuck her hands in her pockets.

"We should go back sometime," she said thoughtfully. "Relish in all the old memories." Frisk gave her a doubtful stare.

"You think Mom would let us do that?" She asked. Chara snorted.

"If she lets the smiley trashbag go back there, why can't we?" She questioned. Frisk shrugged.

"I guess you're right," she said, then sighed. "Sans is in the Underground more than he is here, isn't he?" Chara hummed.

"You ever wonder what he's doing down there?" She asked. Frisk nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "I know he had a lab back in Snodin, so maybe he's doing science?" Chara snorted.

"I still can't believe that lazy bag of bones has seven PHD's." She grumbled. Frisk laughed.

"I'm pretty sure that came as a shock to everyone." She commented, coming to a stop. "And we're here." Chara looked up, noticing the ice cream parlor immediately. She sighed.

"Alright, let's get this over with," she said, pushing the door open. Frisk sighed, and silently prayed that Chara would keep herself in check.

"Hello!" The man behind the counter said cheerfully. Frisk gave him a small smile. "What would you and your friend like?"

"I'll just have a small scoop of vanilla," Frisk said, then looked uncertainly at Chara, who was staring at the variety of chocolate ice cream with a shocked expression. She sighed, turning back to the man.

"This might take a while." She warned. The man laughed.

"Take your time, I have all day," he said earnestly.

15 minutes later, Frisk and Chara left the shop, Frisk eating a small vanilla ice cream, while Chara was supporting a cone with three different types of chocolate ice cream on it. Frisk shook her head.

"You're going to give yourself a migraine trying to eat that," she said. Chara huffed.

"I'm fine Frisk," she ground out. Frisk sighed, looking at the massive ice cream cone.

"Mom is going to kill you if she sees that," she commented. "Think you can eat it all before we get back?" Chara snorted.

"Have you met me?"

BAM! Oneshot done!

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Um, I can't really think of anything else to write. Hmm. This is a new experience for me.

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Eh...

Au revoir, little biscuits!