She slipped poison into his drink.
That's what Sans had discovered when he had emerged into the kitchen. Clockwork, one hand holding her knife, her other pressed around Toby as he coughed up blood. And little Sally, standing with a handful of monochrome candies she must have stolen from his boyfriend.
"What the hell's going on in here?" Sans had demanded.
The funny thing about being 'man of the house' was that when Sans rose his voice, people heard. He never had that sort of authority before. Yet the moment he walked into the room, expecting only a few people to hear, the crowd of serial killers all fell silent and looked over at him.
"Nothing!" Sally squeaked, tucking the candy behind her back.
Toby tried to glare at her, but another cough rattled through his body and caused more blood to splatter into his already red-stained hand. Clockwork tightened her grip on him, staring at the blood in horror.
"Holy shit."
Sans was upon Toby in an instant, tilting his chin to see the fresh blood dripping from his mouth. To their side, a cup of coffee was splattered across the ground, the plastic cup sitting in the pool of the spilled beverage. A piece of candy, unwrapped and wet, sat slightly adjacent to the cup.
Shit. Did Sally slip one of Laughing Jack's candies into Toby's cup? Holy shit. This wasn't good.
"Is there a cure, Jack?" Clockwork asked, voice strained. "Is he...?"
"Oh, him? If he ate enough for it to be lethal then he'd already be dead." Nonchalantly, Laughing Jack waved his hand. "Sally just put it into his drink, it hadn't fully dissolved yet, and he only took a sip. He'll just be hacking up blood for the next few minutes."
Sans sighed. Thank the lord Toby wasn't dead.
Clockwork frowned at him. "Very reassuring."
"It'll have no lasting health effects, give it half an hour and he'll be fine. If he drank a more potent dose he'd be on the floor in his blood. Be happy it's this."
Clockwork huffed, before folding her arm more firmly and hoisting his entire body weight with her arm. One final glare was shot at Sally, who stared with her own narrowed eyes before Clockwork dragged away a bloody and almost limp Toby. Sans followed them for a moment before turning and looking at Sally. A girl who almost murdered someone inside of his safe house.
"Sally."
Sans kneeled in front of her. She tucked the candy further behind her back, turning away her face from his.
"Sally."
Slowly, she peeked at him, before darting her eyes back towards the now empty bar.
"Everyone else get out, I gotta talk to Sally," Sans said, looking back at the forming group of onlookers. "I think it'd be best if we handled this privately."
They left with shuffling feet. Bean whined in Laughing Jack's arms, but her clown Father distracted her with a bag of candy for her to enjoy. Then they were alone.
He didn't understand why she'd suddenly lash out and attempt to poison someone. Was Toby a threat to her? The guy seemed pretty harmless. Had some weird ideas about CreepyPasta, but that wasn't his concern.
A hand reached out. "Can I touch you? Are you comfortable with me touching you right now?"
Silently, she nodded. Sans moved forward, gently resting his hands on her shoulders.
"What's going on, kiddo?" Sans asked quietly.
It only took those soft words to make Sally turn and burst out sobbing.
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Daddy's a Serial Killer
Fanfiction(Book 2 of my "Welcome Home, Serial Killer" Rewrite! Read that or else this won't make any sense to you!) Now, in a new home, with a little girl and a (probably) not mentally stable boyfriend, Sans was on his way to a new life. It was finally time t...
