Awakening Supports/Frederick Noire(PC)
C Support
Noire:
*Sniff* *sniffle*
Frederick:
Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire:
*Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Frederick:
That's...an oddly specific hex. Why would she do something like that?
Noire:
It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Frederick:
Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire:
Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Frederick:
I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire:
Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Frederick:
That's...rather pathetic.
Noire:
...Yep. *sniff*
Frederick:
B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me.
Noire:
Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
B Support
Frederick:
*Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It would seem I've let you down... *sniff*
Noire:
It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Frederick:
I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire:
Just like before...
Frederick:
Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire:
Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Frederick:
I suppose some things were simply meant to be...
Noire:
Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Frederick:
Hmm?
Noire:
My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Frederick:
*Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetheart.
Noire:
FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Frederick:
Er...sweetheart?
Noire:
Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Frederick:
Noire?! What are you...
Noire:
*Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Frederick:
Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
A Support
Frederick:
Do you have a moment, Noire?
Noire:
Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Frederick:
Have a look.
Noire:
...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Frederick:
Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire:
You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Frederick:
Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. I thought perhaps I could try and lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire:
Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Frederick:
I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire:
Just please don't ever leave me again.
Frederick:
Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire:
That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Frederick:
Hmm... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire:
She must have realized you took all her toys.
Frederick:
*Sigh* I'd better disappear before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
Noire:
Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
