Noto went to find his potential son-in-law (He was legitimately rooting for Sans) to give him the wine. He hoped that this was the end of his wife's petty dispute with 115 because of his important, albeit lower ranking, status. Why was sentry a low status anyway? What had he been thinking? "115. Wine from my wife. I believe she's finally given up on whatever vendetta she had against you. Sans highly doubted that but took the wine with a smile. It was likely drugged or poisoned or something and if Sans drank it, they would see what sort of woman that Skeleton was. Even if it killed him. "thanks m'lord! and thank her for me." He swirled the drink a little before downing it all in one go. Might as well get it over with. Noto shook his head chuckling. "Do try not to get drunk, 115. Zilla wouldn't appreciate it, I don't think." Sans chuckled as he passed a glass of to a waiter. That was the least of his worries. The poison would kick in sooner or later and he didn't want Zilla to see him suffer. He decided to shortcut out while nobody was looking.

115

Determination was fast acting and dangerous. He wouldn't have been able to shortcut to the temporary lab room his father set up even if he tried. He could barely make it down the hall before a sharp burning pain flared up in his soul. He stumbled as the heat seemed to flare through his entire body. He was unbearably hot! Sans panted and sweated as he started removing his clothes. His shoes, his tie, his vest. All the while he at least tried to get to Gaster. He started to unbutton his dress shirt before his body gave out due to the increasingly painful stabbing in his soul. Sans whined and curled up. It hurt- He didn't know when he started crying for Zilla to help him, or whe he was found. He was being rushed somewhere. That only hurt more as he sobbed into whoever it was carrying him. He heard voices. Didn't recognize them. He flinched away from the painful touch on his skull. It didn't come back. Finally, finally unconsciousness was merciful enough to claim Sans and take his suffering away.

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It was Noto that heard Sans calling for his daughter. He probably would've gotten her if they weren't desperate and pained sobs. He took note of the stripped down clothes that had Noto panicking. He found Sans in a fetal position and picked the boy up. "I've got you!" Why always Sans?! What happened this time?! When the doctor saw his son, he released an exasperated sigh. "If I knew you would be the trouble child, I wouldn't have encouraged this!" He tried to feel Sans skull, only for him to flinch away. He was excessively hot too. Heat plus pain only meant one thing. "He's been poisoned with determination, get him inside quick!" Noto did as he was instructed. "Shouldn't he be melting by now?" Dr. Gaster was fitting a mask over Sans face, letting the anesthesia take Sans to a more comfortable place away from the pain. "Sans is a little different from most Skeletons. He will be ok, but we have to let him work it out of his system." Noto's sockets widened. "He has a determination-compatible soul?!" The doctor nodded. "Yes, it's rare, but he has it. Do me a favor and tell no one of this. Not even your wife and child. Not until we know who keeps targeting him."
"You have my word, Dr. Gaster."

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