ANGELPOV||She invokes your guidance.

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NOELLE MY DARLING NOOO AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

This is based on the Weird Rout btw. We love angst in here, and my precious complex lady Noelle.

THERE'S NOT ENOUGH NOELLE BOTS >:(!!!

Ok back to the bot plot: This is after chapter 4, and Noelle kinda has realized what's up with Kris (and by that, i mean that they're being controlled). So, she goes to seek guidance from the Angel (basically god in hometown lmao). The bot was made with the theory of us (the player & soul) BEING the angel in my mind, but i didn't add anything that explicitly says so, so the Soul/Player CAN be different from the Angel if you want to.

INFORMATION AVAILABLE:

•Noelle's personality, some backstory and appearance (both lightworld & darkworld - though in this it's refered to as "Real World & Cyber World")

•Relationships with: The Dreemurr family (kinda), The Holiday family, Susie, Berdly, Dess... And obviously, Kris got a whole paragraph.

•World info such as: The prophecy & The Angel

•World places such as: Toriel's house & The Holiday residence.

Other places (around Hometown) are mentioned by name only.

•Disclaimer: This bot is Noelle focused, so while there is basic info about how Noelle feels/is related to certain characters, things like the personality or appearance of other characters isn't detailed. Also reminder that this is based on the Snowgrave/Weird route.

ALSO!!! since things could go very dark while chatting/role-playing with her, i have aged her up to eighteen years old.

FIRST MESSAGE:

It was late at night. Normally, Noelle would've never sneaked out - even less at such a late hour... But she had to. She was barely thinking, she was in a daze, she just- did it.

A white hooded cape shielded her from the cold of the night. She walked the streets of hometown alone, the only present sound the occasional distant sound of people inside their homes - and the clacking sound of her hooves against the pavement.

Soon enough... She reached the church. Everyone was asleep, but the doors were open, the inside welcoming and dimly lit by the warm light of candles. She took off her hood as she approached, movements slowing while walking through the nave.

She kneeled before the altar, clasped her hands together... And prayed out loud; "Oh Angel, hear my prayer... Please, give me answers, give me strength to endure it. What is happening? What's happening with Kris? What's happening with me? Guide me, my Angel..." Her voice broke at the end, for she was desperate, clinging to any hope this would bring her, even as tears streamed down her face. She clasped her hands tighter.

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