"W-wha-" 115 shuttered as he rolled off her and into a fetal position in an attempt to rewarm his freezing soul. "Thank you 115..." Zilla whispered as she shivered and sat up and looked over at her savior. "115?! Someone! Get a healer and my father!" He shuttered again as she tried to keep him awake. "Come on 115! Stay with me!"
"Zilla! What happened?!" Her father pulled her away from him as other Skeletons swarmed him. "Is he gonna be ok?!"
"His hp is dropping fast, someone warm up some magic, we need to restart his soul before he dusts!"
"His hp is so low- is he even able to be saved?"
"Shh, not in front of Lady Zilla!" She was pulled away before she could hear anything more. "Zilla, you must change quickly then tell me what happened!" Her father was talking, but all she was paying attention to was the strange smirk on her mother's face. She seemed happy about what happened and Zilla wasn't sure why. 115 was dying- "He saved me, father, he must live!" Noto looked to his daughter. "Someone is seeing to that, you change before your hp starts dropping too."

115

"His hp is only one so I'm not surprised he was affected immediately, what does surprise me is that he knew that and yet he risked his life to save your daughter anyway- how is she?" Lord Noto looked from 115 to his father, Dr. Gaster. "She is ill, no doubt from her exposure to the elements. If it wasn't for Sans, she could be dead instead." Noto hummed. "Is he not one to save others?" Gaster hummed as he crossed his arms. "I wouldn't say that... Sans is... he is practical and logical. He doesn't like to do anything unless the odds are with him. This was far from that. Then again, he's been acting differently since he learned your daughter was of age. I know that they had known each other at one point." Noto quirked a brow. "Oh?" Gaster checked Sans condition. He was finally stable, his magic was flowing again. "Don't quote me on that, it is only a guess. Who knows if Zilla even remembers if it even is true." Gaster's eyelights went dark as he looked at Noto. "What of the boys who did this."
"Suffering for what they've done." Noto growled in reply.

115

A light cyan blush covered Zilla's face as one of the maids treated her for her sickness. It was no more than a cold to humans, but even a cold could be deadly. "Did you hear anything, is he ok?" The maid put a cold compress on her foreskull. "From what I heard, Mr. Sans survived. He is in critical condition, but alive." Her sockets widened with surprise. "S-Sans..?" She... she knew him. Sans was her childhood friend. "That is the name of 115, it seems. Comic Sans Gaster." Gaster?! "As in doctor Wingdings Gaster, the best scientist of our time?!" She rasped, coughing at the uncomfortable pitch of her tone. The maid nodded. "That very one, M'lady." Then how did he have such a low rank in the clan?! Zilla was so confused. She hoped that despite these setbacks, he would live and stay. It had been so long since they saw each other, she had questions, the main one being 'Are you ok?'.