115

An Attempt

"nnnggh, it's hot in here..." Sans tried to sit up, but his father pushed him back down. "That would be the remaining fever you're feeling, you're lucky to even be alive." Sans blinked at Gaster in confusion. "what... what are you doing here... what... is zilla ok?!" Sans shot up anyway as he recalled the last thing that happened. "She's fine Sans- I'm here to keep you alive after nearly killing yourself to save the girl. You've been out for nearly a month." Sans sighed and closed his sockets. "a month, huh? it's a record for me." Gaster sighed as well, only his was more in exasperation. "You had everyone worried Sans, me, your brother, the Lord... even Lady Zilla." Sans opened his sockets again. "she is worried for me?" He asked quietly. Gaster nodded. "Lord Noto informs her of your status everyday." Sans looked down. "huh.." Gaster sighed. "It is good to have you back. You're still ill, you should rest awhile more. Then you can go back to trying to win her heart." He chuckled and headed to the door to let Sans sleep. "that's not what i'm doing." Sans defended. "Sure you're not." Gaster teased before closing the door behind him.

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Leaving Sans alone was leaving him vulnerable to attack. That is what Lady Karla believed when Dr. Gaster left the boys room. She had been contemplating for awhile on how to go about this, and the doctor had been persistent in staying with the boy, not to mention the time it took to get a lethal dose of DT but finally, all the dominoes were set. All she had to do was watch them fall. Getting someone to slip into the room undetected was easy, and trying to inject him with it was supposed to be easier. But Sans never let his guard down. He gasped as he shoved the offending syringe away from him, catching the convinced suitor off guard. The syringe full of the yellow liquid clattered to the ground threatening to break as Sans tried to escape the stronger male while he was down. "dad, noto! now would be a real great time for some help!" The suitor snapped out of his stupor quickly, summoning a bone and aiming it at the physically weaker Sans. Sans tried to call on his own magic, but the fever was burning up most of his magic.

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A ping sounded as Noto pulled the suitor off Sans, Gaster right behind him. "I was gone for five minutes and you manage to almost get yourself killed?" He was trying to sound joking, but his voice was more strained. This entire ordeal was worrisome. Noto left with the terrified suitor to deal with him, leaving Sans and Gaster to speak. Gaster closed the door behind himself and picked up the syringe to examine it. "What is going on? Why are you being targeted?" Gaster stared down Sans as he tried to recover from the last attempt on his life. "it's only a theory... i don't think you would believe me."
"I'm your father Sans, I have an obligation to believe you." Gaster replied as he put down the syringe in favor of listening. "... i think lady karla is behind this. i know it sounds crazy, but she has something against me 'cause i'm a lowly sentry." It really was quite a stretch, but Gaster didn't know her and he did know his son. "We will keep an eye on her, perhaps get some evidence to support your claim. This DT is a good start, only higher statuses can pay for this much... it's a good thing this wouldn't have actually been lethal to you, had that suitor succeeded." Sans sighed and nodded. "still woulda hurt, so i'm glad he didn't." Gaster had to agree, even if Sans was naturally immune to harmful substances like DT, it still would've made him feel like he was dying. He never wanted Sans to suffer through that again.