Spending a whole day searching for a child and finding out one is already gone does Toriel little to no favors. She feels like she's ripped apart the ship at this point and every message sent to Frisk goes unanswered. Every little joke, call, photo sent garners nothing but more silence.
August seems to be the month she loses everyone somehow. Sans, now Chara- Frisk is lost somewhere on ship now. Very likely freaking out over loss of a sibling. Everything has been happening so quickly over the past few weeks with little spots of breathing room. This... This just adds to the headache August has been.
The best she can do is send messages throughout the day. First to Papyrus, next to Mettaton, with great reluctance to Sans.
Toriel finds a spot to sink down and sit for a short while, resting her face against the smooth surface of the table top at the cafe. Allison is stuck dealing with a sad monster taking up a table. She opens the MID again, calling Frisk again.
C (feel free to threadjack)
August seems to be the month she loses everyone somehow. Sans, now Chara- Frisk is lost somewhere on ship now. Very likely freaking out over loss of a sibling. Everything has been happening so quickly over the past few weeks with little spots of breathing room. This... This just adds to the headache August has been.
The best she can do is send messages throughout the day. First to Papyrus, next to Mettaton, with great reluctance to Sans.
Toriel finds a spot to sink down and sit for a short while, resting her face against the smooth surface of the table top at the cafe. Allison is stuck dealing with a sad monster taking up a table. She opens the MID again, calling Frisk again.
"Please, pick up."