Sinister One Shots

Emma/Milo Ice cream

Emma appears in the darkness. "Hey, Church Boy." "Hey, Em.", Milo sighs. "What's up?", she asks, sitting down next to Milo on the park bench he's been sitting on in silence. "Just... Thinking."

She nods. She knows that after Milo had failed to successfully recruit both of the Collins twins, he had to take the punishment. She couldn't begin to imagine what Milo had had to go through. The pagan god they served protected them and was a good father to all of the kids, but when you make him angry.... Well, he gave them reasons to be afraid.

No amount of 'Sorry's or 'It'll be okay's would help Milo at the moment, she knew that. But there were a few words she had in mind....

"Want to go get ice cream?" "What?", he asks, surprised. "Come on, there's an ice cream parlor near here.", she pulls him up off the bench by his arm. "How close? I don't really feel like doing the teleport thing right now...", he asks, hesitating. "Within walking distance. A block or two. And that's alright, I don't really feel like it either. We can just pretend like we're normal kids for tonight.", she suggests, taking his hand.

The ghostly girl and boy walk along the sidewalk, every thing in middle-of-the-night quiet. As they reach the park gate, Emma opens it for Milo. "After you.", she flourishes her hand. He shakes his head, laughing slightly, and walks through the gate. Emma follows after him.

They walk down the quiet street, past houses with sleeping families that lie beyond darkened windows. They pass a gas station with a flickering neon light, and a quaint-looking barbershop. Emma understands why Milo chose this particular town to sit and think in, as it seems almost untouched by the modern world. It's peaceful, which is something they don't often get to enjoy in a life of corrupting innocent souls and assisting in countless murders. They walk hand in hand, in silence, not because they don't know what to say, but because they don't need to say anything.

Finally Emma comes to a stop in an all-night frozen-yogurt/icecream shop. It seems to have a 70's theme going on, a little odd for an ice cream parlor, but perfect as far as Emma is concerned. "Nice, huh?", she grins. "Yeah.... Um..... Very groovy, cat.", Milo teases. "Oh, shut up.", she rolls her eyes.

They enter the shop, and a little bell on the door rings to announce new customers. The walls are covered with Star Wars, peace signs, and way too many gaudy colors. Emma walks right up the counter. "Hi, I'd like a large peppermint ice cream sundae and..... Milo, what do you want?" "That's all for you to eat?", he laughs. "What? I like ice cream. Seriously, what do you want to get?", she asks with a smile.

"Red velvet, if they have it?", Milo shrugs. He sits down at one of the tables. "Okay, make that a large peppermint ice cream sundae and three scoops of red velvet, then.", Emma tells the middle aged cashier. "Uh... Don't you two have somewhere to be, young lady?", the cashier asks. "No. Can we have our ice cream, please?", she retorts. The cashier makes a face like they couldn't believe all these disrespectful youths these days, and reluctantly hands her the big bowl of peppermint sundae and Milo's triple scoop red velvet cone. "Thanks.", she says shortly, and starts to head towards the table.

"Hey, aren't you gonna pay for those?" At this, Emma spins around and her face morphs into something cracked and awful. This shuts the cashier up quick. She smiles smugly, turns back around, and sits down at the table. She hands Milo his ice cream cone.

"Ugh, adults. They're completely useless.", she complains. "Agreed.", Milo nods, stifling a laugh. Emma always gets crazy upset every time she has to deal with adults, and he personally finds it kind of funny when she gets so bent out of shape. She digs her spoon into the huge, sugary peppermint ice cream bowl and shoves a spoonful in her mouth. "Thif ib AMABZIG!", the ghost girl mumbles with her mouth full of icy, minty deliciousness.

She takes another bite, barely taking a second to breath let alone swallow the first bite. Milo more politely takes a lick of his own ice cream. "Slow down, haven't you ever heard of the torture that is a brain freeze?", he warns her. She looks at him a moment before smirking and saying "The cold never bothered me anyway, church boy." Now Milo really does laugh.

"When did you even watch that movie, and since when are you a Disney fan?", he asks incredulously. "Since never, 'cause I'm not. But how could I pass up a movie entirely about a blonde teenage girl with unlimited power who comes very close to killing everyone she loves with ice and snow?? Take out the annoying lovey dovey sister and the stupid snowman and it's basically my life story!"

"That is the best discription of Frozen I have ever heard, Emma.", Milo teases. "Oh come on, you think I don't know you secretly watch Cinderella on repeat in between kill films, singing along to the songs and everything?", she demands. Milo's face turns red. "I- I just like the singing rats, okay?", he grumbles. "Yeah, whatever floats your boat, dude. Just don't be so quick to make fun of me or maybe a little bird will tell Peter and Ted about your lovely singing of 'Cinderelly', 'kay?" He shakes his head incredulously. "Point taken."

A moment of silence sets over the two ghost children, and Emma takes a few more bites of her giant sundae. "Do you want to build a snowman....", Milo mutters under his breath. Emma raises her spoon threateningly. "I will destroy your cutesy little snowman, if you don't shut up!" "Y'know, this is actually making me feel better even more than the ice cream is, Em.... But really, you sound a bit angry, maybe you should just... 'Let it go'?", Milo suggests. "I swear to Bughuul...", Emma grumbles, but she's secretly happy she is making Milo feel better. "Oops, sounds like I'm 'treading on thin ice'...", he jokes. "Honestly, why do I even take you places?", Emma face palms. "'Cause you like me, that's why.", he laughs.

She looks at him. "Okay, the only reason you aren't dead and buried in a snowbank right now is because you're already dead so I can't." "Riiiiiiight, that's the only reason." "And because you're my best friend....", she admits. "Same, Snowflake, same.", he grins.