[Toriel hadn't expected a response. None. After her desperation passed that day, she settled on dull embarrassment, of course he wouldn't reply.
The message surprises her and leaves her angry. Even with what they are and are not, Frisk is more important in her mind. Toriel rewrites this message multiple times, claws clacking loudly against the MID, likely scuffing it in places due to her agitation. She eventually leaves her room to avoid waking up the children.
There are so, so, so many things she wants to say. All the sharp bile, sadness and frustration boil upwards as she types. She redrafts the text message multiple times, erasing it after reading over it. Raw grief of Chara being truly gone is not helping her state of mind.
'If you cared, you would have responded sooner.'
'Why did you reply at all?'
'I thought you cared about Frisk, what have you been doing?'
'I'm sure this will make you happy to hear...'
'I'm sure Chara being gone is a relief, now I can never verify what you've said. Now I'll never know. Really you should have been the adult and spoken with me first, opposed to dancing around the fact you killed a child.' ]
Yes.
They were hiding in a crate due in the cargo bay. Chara has disappeared and Frisk is not taking it well.
[Toriel eventually keeps it simple, concise as she can manage given the shaking of her hand and sharp set of her shoulders.]
[The return text comes another few days later. Needless to say, Sans hasn't been keeping up on his correspondence very well. Especially not with Toriel. Especially not regarding Chara.
They were starting to... damnit. It didn't matter anymore. This was his wish once, right?]
[He could argue. Say it was sincere. But really, what did it matter? She was in a bad place, and he wasn't about to make it anymore about him than he already had.]
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i shall dub this tag 'y i k e s'
The message surprises her and leaves her angry. Even with what they are and are not, Frisk is more important in her mind. Toriel rewrites this message multiple times, claws clacking loudly against the MID, likely scuffing it in places due to her agitation. She eventually leaves her room to avoid waking up the children.
There are so, so, so many things she wants to say. All the sharp bile, sadness and frustration boil upwards as she types. She redrafts the text message multiple times, erasing it after reading over it. Raw grief of Chara being truly gone is not helping her state of mind.
'If you cared, you would have responded sooner.'
'Why did you reply at all?'
'I thought you cared about Frisk, what have you been doing?'
'I'm sure this will make you happy to hear...'
'I'm sure Chara being gone is a relief, now I can never verify what you've said. Now I'll never know. Really you should have been the adult and spoken with me first, opposed to dancing around the fact you killed a child.' ]
Yes.
They were hiding in a crate due in the cargo bay. Chara has disappeared and Frisk is not taking it well.
[Toriel eventually keeps it simple, concise as she can manage given the shaking of her hand and sharp set of her shoulders.]
Y E P
They were starting to... damnit. It didn't matter anymore. This was his wish once, right?]
i'm sorry, tori.
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you're right. take care, toriel.