Twins

Part 3

Chara slipped inside the pub, eyes landing on her target. The nervous human had quickly ducked his face in a menu.

"Hey buddy." She said, pushing the menu down. Greasy blonde hair and green eyes met her. "How ya doing?"

"L- look, Miss Chara. I can get the money for Asgore, I just need a little more time-"

He cut himself off with a gasp. Chara smiled, absently twisting the knife in his stomach.

"Sorry. Three strikes and you're out."

-_-

The fireplace was roaring as G lit a cigarette. He watched the dancing flames absently.

They reminded him of Frisk.

Ever since Papyrus' death in a attack that had almost demolished the family, G had felt alone. Frisk filled that void- warm and comforting and kind.

He had seen her several times in town, but never uttered a word to her. Chara might've been her twin, but her wrath would be wrecked upon Frisk if G ever spoke to her.

That had changed. She loved him too!

His phalanges pressed against where her lips had pressed. He sighed as he slumped in his seat, as if drunk, but the only intoxication that he had tasted that evening were Frisk Dreemurr's lips.

Sweet and sugary, with a hint of cinnamon, clad in crimson on bronze skin.