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Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 29, 2020 13:51:56 GMT -6
PROMPTO ARGENTUM
ABOUT
Prompto's really cool. Or at least, that's what he wants you to think. In reality, he's just your average guy always a little too in over his head. No matter the situation, he's always there for a joke or a smile. Once he's started talking, he just can't stop.
FRIENDS
Noctis Lucis Caelum - Prompto's best bro. Prompto would do anything for him. Literally anything. Leave his home? Fight the empire? Descend into eternal night? Sure thing, bro. Wherever Noct goes, Prompto's sure to follow. Ignis Scientia - Iggy's a great guy. He's smart and proper and cares about Noct more than anything. He's also a great cook! Prompto always feel a little better when Ignis is around. Gladiolus Amicitia - Gladio can be a little scary, but he's a big softy once you get to know him. Even when he's telling Prompto to shut up, Prompto knows it's all in good fun. They're friends, after all. Yuna - A sweet girl that Prompto met on a blind date. They traded stories about their trauma and then ended the night with a kiss. They've promised to see each other again. Caius Dragelion - A Kingsglaive turned mercenary who claims to be from the future. Prompto doesn't know what that's about, but he greatly appreciates the help and thinks that Caius is, like, really cool.
ENEMIES
Ardyn Izunia - Ardyn is some kind of eldritch horror as far as Prompto's knows. The guy's evil. Seriously, world-destroying evil. Prompto hasn't forgotten what he did to Noctis, to Lucis, and to him personally. Prompto would do anything in his power to stop him. Alexander Sorel - Okay so Alex isn't like an enemy enemy. But boy does Prompto not like him. He's like an Enemy LightTM and Prompto would love to tell him exactly what he thinks of him if he wasn't so afraid that Alex might just kick his ass.
OTHER
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prompto'S TIMELINE
Here lies the story of Prompto Argentum . All threads are meant to be read in chronological order. Thanks for reading!
@reno -- Prompto woke up in the wilderness and started a long, confused walk down an empty road. Only once he'd given up all hope did his savior arrive in a sweet convertible. The stranger gave him a ride to the city and told him all kinds of weird things about worlds or whatever.
@seymourguado -- After a long drive and a longer walk, Prompto ends up at the Meltwater Inn. He goes to check out the hot springs but finds a strange man already there. It's awkward. Like so painfully awkward.
@yunalesca -- While wandering through the heart of Sonora, Prompto comes across a woman being mugged in an alley. He throws himself into danger to save her, but quickly finds that she's an ambiguously human sorceress of unknown dark powers. Prompto is made incredibly uncomfortable and helps her find some clothes.
Alexander Sorel -- For no reason that he can see, Prompto is attacked by Sonoran police forces which call him a terrorist. He tries to hide in a high school graduation where he's quickly surrounded. He escapes with the help of a self-proclaimed adventurer who offers him a place to stay at his guild in Provo.
Alexander Sorel -- After saving Prompto from Sonora, he invites him to live at his mercenary guild, the Rising Stones. The place is a wreck, but Prompto becomes determined to clean it up in thanks to his new friend. His new, awkward friend. Who doesn't think Prompto's trauma is a big deal. It was a bit of a tense conversation.
Yuna -- While in Torensten, Prompto signs up for a blind dating event and gets paired at a nighttime carnival with a cute girl named Yuna. She seems to like his sense of humor and they get along well until talk turns to Ardyn. They share their traumatic experiences on a ferris wheel and end the night with a kiss, promising to see each other again.
Alexander Sorel , @blacksuit5 -- To help Prompto find his friends, Alex returns with the witch Matoya and offers the use of her crystal eye. Though initially doubtful of his resolve, Matoya guides Prompto on a spirit quest that gives him a vision of Ignis and Gladolus suffering in a Sonoran prison. He vows to do whatever it takes to free them, and leaves Alex's company on on his quest.
Caius Dragelion -- Desperate for help in saving his friends, Prompto journeys to Torensten on Yuna's lead to talk to the leader of the Dragonblades, an ex-Kingsglaive from the world of Eos. Caius promises to help him, but says that they'll need help. He sends Prompto to Sonora to meet with Cissnei, an informant who he cautions is a dangerous free agent.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 26, 2020 8:47:50 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@yunalesca
You will never escape the disaster, Lawrence. Never.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Woh.”
Prompto craned his neck to get a better view of the skyscraper. It was made entirely of glass and steel, and even as he squinted, he could only barely get a view of the top. The whole thing was lit up with spotlights, and it stood out against the night sky like a beacon. To one side was a sign which read, ’Sonoran Governmental Offices.’ It was just like the palace in Insomnia, he thought, except colder. A lot colder. Even in his coat, Prompto was shivering.
”So not Niflheim,” he said though he still wasn’t sure. This looked exactly like Niflheim though he’d never actually seen the capital for himself. It was a city of concrete and steel dedicated to a president that was totally an emperor no matter what he called himself. The statues were golden and icy. The benches were metal and icy. The roads were crammed tight and probably would have been icy if it wasn’t for the coating of salt that made the snow all gray and mushy.
Cold? Metal? Imperial? Yeah, totally not Niflheim.
Totally.
Prompto sighed and turned to walk down the road. Despite everything, he still didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know why he was. He didn’t know how any of this was possible, and he didn’t know why he could see the moon hanging silver and cold in an empty sky. He kept his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He could see his breath hanging in front of him. No matter what anyone said, this felt like the empire and that was enough to make his skin crawl. His mouth felt dry every time he looked over his shoulder for a monster or worse the monster. Ardyn. The imperial chancellor.
Was this all just some trick to mess with him? That sounded like something he’d do.
”Gil. Give us all you have.”
”Huh?” Prompto stopped, frowning. He’d heard voices from the alleyway. A shady, grimy alleyway. How long had he been walking? Didn’t matter. There were two men’s voices and then a woman’s.
”I’ll shoot.”
”Will you?”
”Ah man. Is that…?” Prompto felt himself go cold. Colder, that was. It was a hold up. A hold up right next to him with guns and a woman in trouble. It took a minute to click, but when it did, his eyes shot open and he grit his teeth, scrambling towards it.
”I gotta-!” He held out his hands, summoning his twin guns to them in a flash of light. Then he saw them, a man in a thick leather jacket with a gun on a woman’s back and another guy in the shadows in front of her. ”Hey!”
Prompto held his own gun to mugger’s head, one arm, one hand, all cool. ”You like guns? I got one right here!”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 14, 2020 7:21:15 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@reno
Baby no
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Uh…”
Prompto didn’t really get what the man was saying. People dropping in? Other worlds? It sounded like a cartoon he’d watched back in Insomnia. It was about this kid. He’d gotten hit by a car, and then he was in a whole other world filled with ninjas and it was like hundreds of years ago and everyone could use magic instead of just kings. It was pretty bomb, but that wasn’t something that actually happened. Not that he knew about anyway.
”Are you sure?” That sounded polite to say. He didn’t want to call his savior nuts. ”Cause that sounds kinda…”
Okay. Maybe he’d call him a little nuts.
”Me? Oh, I’m Prompto. Though I guess I already said that, didn’t I?” Prompto watched the car speed past cliffs and rocks and all the dry dirt that had taken Prompto forever to reach on foot. It always felt good, sitting in the front seat of a car, resting his legs while he could have been out hiking. Not that he hated hiking. He just hated getting sweat and cold and hot and muddy and covered in bugs.
”I’m, uh. Yeah. I’m looking for some friends of mine.” Wherever they were. Where were they? Prompto guessed the better question was where he was himself. ”There’s Gladio. He’s a real big guy with a real big sword. Kinda gruff. You’ll see him coming from a mile away.”
His stomach turned. He was worried. Not about Gladio specifically, but about everyone. The way he’d left them…
”Then there’s Ignis. He’s the smartest guy I know. He’s real good at like tactics and stuff. And his cooking!” He made a longing noise. Then he stopped as that same, creeping feeling hit him again -- stronger this time. ”He’s… not doing so good now.” Iggy, stumbling along with a cane. Iggy, with half his face twisted under sunglasses. ”He can’t see. Blind, you know? He used to be real good in a fight, but…”
But that had changed. It had broken Prompto’s heart seeing him like that. It still did.
”Uh. But then there’s Noctis. He’s-” Prompto almost said ’the prince of Lucis.’ Almost. Then he caught himself because this was the empire (it had to be) and if it got out that they knew each other…
”-my best friend. Yeah.” Prompto ruffled his hair. ”So uh. What about you?” Prompto looked up, his eyes drifting towards the sky. It was a gray, overcast, miserable day. It was a cold day. None of that meant anything compared to what he felt now. ”Looking for someone?”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 13, 2020 7:14:06 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"]
[attr="class","fromyou1"]@seymourguado
This might be a short scene lol
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
The man stared at him. Just stared at him. Quietly. Prompto kept up his grin, laughing nervously as the silence dragged on. Finally, the blue-haired man spoke. Kind of. It was more a ’noise of unfathomable awkward.’
Nice one, Prompto. Nice.
”It’s not... normal human hair,” the man said finally. ”Entirely. It’s pretty stiff.”
”Oh. Uh.” Prompto tried to comprehend that, but the words didn’t compute. Finally, after way too long, he blinked at him, leaning forward. ”Wait. Human hair?” Did that mean what he thought it meant? Not normal human meant... not human, right? But what else was there?
Man this day just kept getting weirder and weirder.
”Haha. Gel. Yeah, I get the gel.” How was he supposed to ask someone if they were human? That seemed kind of insensitive didn’t it? Particularly to someone who looked so weird to begin with. The more Prompto thought about it, he guessed that he wasn’t one to judge, being a clone and all. But still…
”So about that human thing…”
The man stood, and Prompto flinched, preparing to see way more than he’d bargained for, but the man was wearing swim trunks under all that water. Sweet, merciful swim trunks.
”Look, you can have it if you want,” the man said, but Prompto shook his head emphatically.
”Wha-? Hey, no. You were here first! Law of the hot springs, right?” What was he talking about? ”Yeah, totally. So you can have it. Wasn’t really feeling it alone, anyway.” He really hoped the guy didn’t read too much into that. ”So uh. You stay! I’ll just... get going.” Another nervous laugh. Prompto leaned back, gesturing towards the door.
”But uh. The towels are in the hallway. If you need them.”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Oct 5, 2020 8:16:44 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"]
[attr="class","fromyou1"]@seymourguado
PROMPTO IS A DISASTER HUMAN
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Oh, dude! A hot spring!”
Prompto hadn’t really known what to do with himself once the road had ended, and he’d hopped out of the car of his mysterious, red-haired savior. It was cold. The snow beneath his feet had iced over in the night, leaving it slippery and dangerous. Prompto had shivered in the cold without the coat and hat which had been there for him in the Niflheim tundra before. He could have summoned them to himself, probably, the way he did his guns and autocrossbow, but that would’ve meant changing down to his underwear in the middle of the street, and that didn’t sound like a good idea. So he’d shivered, bare arms crossed tightly over his vest, as he’d waved his new friend goodbye.
Reno had said he was going to the city. Somewhere called Sonora that Prompto had never heard of. He’d asked if Prompto wanted to go with him, but that hadn’t sounded like the best idea. With the cold and the ice and the gray skies, they were clearly in Niflheim. Somewhere. If Prompto wasn’t on some kind of cool wanted poster around here then he’d be disappointed.
”Oh you know. Think I’ll stay here. Walking. Should be fun.” He’d leaned back where he stood, ankles crossed and arms behind his head as he tried very hard to look cool. Whatever Reno had thought about it, he’d left him just like he’d asked, and Prompto was left on the side of the road just like he’d started.
”Should be fun, huh?” he said again, lower this time. He took a short breath before rubbing his hands together and straightening himself. ”I got this,” he said. ”Totally. Just gotta keep moving forward.”
Not that he had any idea where that actually was.
But a hot spring sounded like a good start. He’d heard about it on the road, and knew he had to try it. He needed a place to stay anyway, didn’t he? Ignis had trusted him with enough money to take care of himself if he got lost, and boy oh boy was he lost now. It wasn’t even irresponsible, really. He was cold. He was tired. He was hungry, and he couldn’t find another inn anywhere. Camping spots were out of the question too. Noctis always kept the tent.
So he’d ended up at the hot springs. And he had to say, situation aside it was pretty awesome.
”Ah man. This is so cool!” Prompto giggled as he changed into the swim trunks that he kept in that weird summoning dimension which Prompto had nicknamed “Hammer Space” after a videogame and some internet memes. ”A real hot springs! This is just like in the movies!”
He should have felt sad, he thought. Or scared. Or worried. But he didn’t want to feel any of those things so he decided to feel happy instead. Still, he couldn’t help the pain that crept up when he wasn’t looking. ”Wish Noct was here to see it.” He imagined them both together, making jokes and talking about their favorite movies. Noctis would have loved it. Prompto felt his absence like a missing part of himself.
Where was he?
”Nope, nope. Not going there. Bad idea.” Prompto shook his head then plastered on the same smile he’d worn for years. ”Just gonna have fun. And warm up. It’s freezing!”
He padded down to the springs with a towel in his hand. The place was creepy without anyone else around. It had already been pretty late at night when he’d gotten there and even later once he’d checked into his room. He was tired. Maybe he should have gone to sleep already, but come on. How could he pass this up?
”Uh.” There were two sides to the hot spring. Two sides and two hallways. ”Okay…?” He looked around for anyone to help him, but no one was there. One for the boys and one for the girls? He took the side he thought was right then found himself in another hallway with more doors. No one to tell him what to do. He just had to pick one.
”You got this,” he said then set his eyes on the middle one and walked confidently right on in.
To find someone else. Already there. ”Oh, uh…”
The man in the water was about his age. He thought. It was really hard to tell because the longer he looked at him the weirder he was. He had sharp veins running down his head and two dragon tattoos on his bare chest. Then there was his hair -- a bright, bright blue.
”Cool style, bro.” Prompto grinned, trying very, very hard to distract from how uncomfortable this was. ”Love the hair. It’s uh…” Cork-screwed. And gelled back. And stuck out to the side like horns. ”Real nice. Seriously, how long does that take you? It gets pretty intense keeping up my look.”
Shut up, Prompto! You’re making it weird!
”So uh. Guess I’ll get going.” Prompto grinned awkwardly, shooting him finger guns because he’d lost all control of his life. ”Heh. Cause. This one’s taken. You know?”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Sept 23, 2020 6:15:31 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"]
[attr="class","fromyou1"]@reno
He is just. So much.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
His savior didn’t know where they were going. That was...weird. But then again, Prompto knew the feeling of wandering around the countryside hoping to find something new and exciting. So he just said, ”Huh,” and took a moment to think about it. He’d never heard of Sonora, but then again, there were all kinds of cities in Niflheim. It wasn’t like Lucis which was really just the one and then a whole lot of beautiful nothing. He didn’t know much about the empire, but he knew the nowhere up there was a lot less fun than the nowhere back home.
Though now that he thought about it, that was a little ironic. Prompto, not even knowing Niflheim enough to name its cities. He guessed he really was Lucian afterall.
”Oh yeah, totally. I love the journey.” He looked at Reno, nodding. ”I’m Prompto. Nice to meet tch’ya.”
After the morning he’d had, it really, really was.
Reno turned back to the wheel, preparing to launch, and Prompto tapped his ankle anxiously under the dashboard. He was used to riding shotgun. More than used to it, but this wasn’t the Regalia, and wherever they were going, he decided he didn’t like it. Still, Reno seemed nice enough, and the mystery city had to be better than the side of the road. Oh man, what would’ve happened if he’d been left on the side of the road until nightfall?
Alone? At night? Hunted by daemons? No thank you.
”The sky?” Prompto tilted his head. ”Uh. I don’t think so.” Prompto shrugged, shaking his head. ”I just woke up here.”
He searched his head for something else, but nope. That was it. One moment, looking for sleep, trying to hide his tears, and the next, poof. Gone. Lost. Missing in action. He hoped that Iggy wasn’t worried about him. He thought Gladio would probably be fine.
”Though, uh. Wait. Is that something that happens?” Prompto scrambled to get a better look at him. Was he pulling his leg? That sounded like pulling his leg. ”They’d probably just go splat, right?”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Sept 11, 2020 6:23:40 GMT -6
[attr="class","oneword1"]
[attr="class","fromyou1"]@reno
I love this dumbass so much it hurts
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto didn’t know how long he laid there, flat on his back and shivering with a hand over his eye. Maybe five minutes. Maybe an hour. He listened to the howl of the wind through the mountain pass, feeling more sick with each passing second. Noct. Gladio. Iggy. Where were they? And how was he…?
An engine. A car engine. Prompto’s eyes shot open and he sat up in time to see it -- a slick silver convertible barrelling down the road. For a moment, he was too stunned to move, simply watching the thing shoot past him like a bullet. Then his thoughts kicked back into gear, and he raised a hand. ”Hey!”
It was weak. Honestly, Prompto would have been surprised if the driver had even heard him over the rush of wind and the engine’s mechanical purr. Still, it came to a stop not far down the road, and Prompto’s breath caught. Another second and it swerved into reverse. It stopped in front of him, and for a moment, Prompto could only stare at it stupidly. Then the driver came a begrudging wave, and it all clicked into place.
Oh his sweet vehicular savior!
”Seriously?” Prompto scrambled to his feet, laughing. ”Ah man! I owe you one! You’re the best! Seriously!” He jogged towards the car, placed a hand on the top of the door, and leapt over the side, settling into the passenger’s seat. ”I can’t tell you how many cars just kept going on! It’s a cold, cruel world.”
His savior wore a suit. That was the first thing that struck him as he finally looked the driver over. He wore a clean black suit with the collared shirt only buttoned halfway down. His red hair burst out into styled spikes not so different from Prompto’s own (he knew the struggle of morning hair gel!) and then into a long ponytail down his back. A pair of goggles were pushed up onto his forehead. Maybe for driving? But then why wasn’t he using them?
Didn’t matter. Didn’t care.
”So uh.” Prompto tapped on his thigh, bouncing it a few times before he settled back, hands folded behind his head. ”Where are we going?”
Post by Prompto Argentum on Aug 17, 2020 14:12:56 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@tag
Enter, my ray of sunshine
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
“Hey! Heeeeeey!”
Prompto ran, tripping over his own feet as he sprinted beside a speeding bus with the windows tinted. He pumped his arms. He breathed in short bursts -- in and out like a steam train. He pressed himself forward, waving his arm wildly over his head, yelling, ”Wait! Wait for me!”
He thought he might have seen a shadowy face behind the window motion towards him. Or maybe it was just a glint of the light because the next second his ankle caught on an uneven weed patch and he went flying face first into the dirt. He yelped, throwing his hands out to catch himself as he rolled, tumbling head over heel as the skin scraped off his elbows and he landed with a sharp, ”Oof!”
When he looked up, he was just a heap on the ground, and the bus was speeding out of view.
”Ah man…” Prompto leaned his head into his hand, wincing as he rubbed at his hair. ”Guess they’re not picking up today.”
Whatever that meant.
It had been hours since he’d first woken up here in the middle of nowhere. And not just any nowhere either -- it was a kind of nowhere without any pit stops or diners or signs he could understand. It wasn’t his nowhere with its vast tracks of plains and forests and cracked dirt. Not his endless skies and open, Lucian roads. This was a place he’d never been before, and after all he’d been through, that was saying a lot.
”Okay. Okay, Prompto. Gotta think.” He looked around him from the road to the cliffs to the...more cliffs. It was a great rocky wasteland not too different from the Leide region except for the weather. Cold gusts of air blew across the rocky plateau, and he couldn’t help but shiver as he grabbed his arms tight. ”Don’t know where we are. Don’t know where we’re going.” He looked towards one empty horizon and then towards the other before he groaned, falling back flat into the dirt.
”Let’s face it. We’re totally lost.”
The dust tumbled over him in thick, dry clouds. Above him, the sky was an overcast gray. Dull, dreary, depressed. Perfect for him, except…
Except there shouldn’t have been any light at all.
That’s the world he’d left behind. The one during that long, long night in Niflheim. He could still see that ghostly green sky. It had felt like he’d been a fish, swimming deep in cold water. He’d wondered if that’s what they’d felt like, looking all that way up into the sun. He’d wished that someone would throw him a line and maybe, just maybe, he’d be drawn back to open air.
They hadn’t found Noctis. Not after nights and nights of searching. There were only daemons in that streets of Graelia now, and the city never slept. After what had felt like ages, Ignis had suggested they return to Lucis: ’They’ll need us now more than ever.’
Which meant leaving Noct. Leaving everything they’d fought for. And now…
”Just like you, huh? Ducking out when the going gets tough?” Prompto threw his hand over his eyes, laughing weakly to himself. It seemed like just a few days ago, he’d nearly taken a poker to the back of that hand. Had it been days? He didn’t know anymore.
Post by Prompto Argentum on Aug 17, 2020 7:33:15 GMT -6
Prompto Argentum
"I can't choose where I came from, but I can choose where I'm going."
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Prompto Argentum NICKNAMES:: GENDER:: Male AGE:: 20 ORIENTATION:: Bisexual GAME OF ORIGIN:: Final Fantasy XV ALIGNMENT:: Harmonious EQUIPMENT:: Cocytus (gun w/ ice), autocrossbow
HEIGHT:: 5'8" HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Blonde, blue, pale DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Prompto isn't going to win any arm wrestling competitions anytime soon. He's small, but quick and hard to get a hold of with his tight t-shirt and skinny jeans. His hair is consistently spiked with gel, and his freckles brighten his smile. He has a bar code tattoo that he keeps hidden on the back of his left wrist.
II. PERSONA
Prompto is extroverted, talkative, and always quick for a bad joke -- or even more often, a pun. He gives off a kind of adorkable aura that will light up a room even as its occupants groan. In that way, Prompto is almost shameless in the unending barrage of words that flood from his mouth at any given time of day. Whether this is an observation, an idea, or just bemoaning a long walk, Prompto has no filter. Even mortal peril can't slow the unstoppable engine of Prompto's mouth. In fact, his nerves just add more fuel to the fire.
All of this, however, is nothing more than a deep rooted act. In truth, Prompto is deeply insecure about his worth, his friends, and his own likability. His jokester persona is a cry for attention when he feels that the real him isn't worthy of it. As Noctis' best friend, he often feels outclassed by someone so royal, important, and cool. So he'll keep playing the clown for as long as they'll let him, joking, groaning, and generally acting as Noctis' bro. His best bro. There's nothing else he'd rather be.
That's why he'll follow his friends wherever the path might lead. Noctis, Ignis, and Gladio are the only people who've ever really cared about him, and he'd do anything if it meant he could stay by their side. In the end, Prompto doesn't really care much for his own life. He'd give it up in an instant if it meant he never had to lose the only people think his life really matters.
III. HISTORY
Prompto knew exactly three things about where he came from. One, he'd been adopted. Two, no one ever wanted to talk about it, and three, it had given him a bar code tattoo. Prompto hadn't known what that had meant growing up -- just that he was constantly told to cover it. Only when he was older did it start to give him some seriously bad vibes. Like sci-fi vibes. Like monster vibes.
He decided then and there that whatever it was could stay in the past. He was Lucian. He was human. And he wouldn't think about it a second longer -- no matter how often he found himself staring at it in the moonlight.
In the meantime, he had his house in Insomnia. He had his two adoptive parents though they were never really around. Prompto often imagined what it would be like to have parents who tucked him in at night. How would it feel to have someone cook dinner for him or help him with his homework or read him bedtime stories like they did on TV? His parents never did any of that, and though they'd say otherwise, he knew they didn't really love him. It was probably because he wasn't their real son. Not that he blamed them or anything. Prompto knew he wasn't really worth the effort.
The rest of the world seemed to agree. He didn't have many friends at school. He spent his days in the back of class, snapping pictures of the world he wished he could be apart of. The other kids made fun of him for his weight, for his freckles, for his glasses. He hated all of it, but he hated himself more. Why couldn't he be more like them -- athletic and confident and cool? Every day, he walked home from school and grabbed the snacks in the fridge, wishing he could be anyone but himself.
And then he met Noctis.
As soon as he saw him, it was like a light turned on inside him. There Prompto was, twelve years old, ugly, awkward, and there was Noctis -- the epitome of cool. Prompto couldn't stop thinking about him with his cool black clothes and his distant eyes. Then Prompto remembered how he'd made a fool of himself, and he wanted to dig a hole and die in it. Someone like Noctis couldn't care about someone like him. Not clumsy, gross Prompto -- a loser. There was no hope for him and there never would be.
Unless...
No.
That shame turned into a fire. He would get Noctis' attention. He would be worthy. It didn't matter how long it took. It didn't matter how hard it would be, Prompto was going to make himself into someone that people would like. Someone that Noctis would like.
Oh gods, please let him like me!
For two years, Prompto worked out. He dieted. He practiced his jokes in the mirror and all of his expressions that he thought would look cool. With every haircut, with every new outfit tried on, he'd tilt his head and wonder -- would Noctis like this? Finally, when he was fifteen, Prompto was ready. Or as ready as he'd ever be. He worked himself up, practiced exactly what he'd say, and talked to him.
Turns out, Noctis was a pretty chill dude. Too chill. Just the chillest. Once again, Prompto was in awe of the prince, but he tried not to show it. Noctis was talking to him. Noctis wanted to hang out. Were they friends? They couldn't have been friends. Could they? Noctis forged his own path, and Prompto was just happy to be behind him.
For once in his life he thought that maybe, just maybe, somebody actually liked him.
He stayed by Noctis from that moment on, befriending his two guards after that. In his dedication, Prompto even joined the Crownsguard so that he never had to leave his side. On the day that they were set to leave Insomnia for Altissia, Prompto didn't really mind. There was nothing for him in the city. Not if it meant he wouldn't see Noctis again.
What was supposed to be their ultimate road trip ended in disaster. Niflheim invaded. Insomnia was conquered. Lucis had fallen, and the four friends were stuck in the middle of nowhere -- pursued by imperial troops wherever they went. Noctis had a plan to collect the royal arms, make his pacts with the astrals, and gain enough power to fend off the empire and save Lucis. Prompto was just happy to come along.
Even that quest was fun in its own way. It felt like an adventure in a blockbuster movie -- or maybe a videogame. But everything changed when they made it to Altissia. Noctis and Lunafreya worked together to subdue Leviathan as the empire attacked. In the end, Noctis was wounded, Lunafreya was dead, and Ignis was blind.
It stopped being fun after that.
It was like the whole world had gone to hell at once. The sky went dark. The world was conquered. Daemons roamed loose and soon even the empire fell. All of that paled in comparison, however, to when Noctis turned on him.
Prompto didn't know what was happening. One second he was babbling about the sky and the next, Noctis had attacked. He tried his best to get away, he really did, but eventually Noctis had him cornered. 'It's all your fault.' Did he really mean that? Even if it had been a trick, it still hurt -- hearing him say that.
And then he fell off a train.
He learned about his past. He learned exactly what he was and where he came from. It had been a while since he'd thought about that little bar code tattoo. For everything he'd ever guessed about it, he couldn't have dreamed up the truth. He was a clone. A clone made in order to serve the Niflheim empire. Was he even human? He wanted it gone -- that terrible tattoo. Aranea stopped him. She was great like that. She always had a way of talking sense.
But then she left, and he was found by someone else. Something else. He blacked out as soon as Ardyn laid his hands on him, or at least, he wishes he did. What happened next, he doesn't like to remember. Not until Noctis came to save him.
They worked together. They fought their way towards the crystal. Noctis ran ahead. They didn't want him to, but he did, racing to find some way to save their home. By the time that Prompto reached him, he was gone, and Ardyn stood in his place. Prompto shot him in the back of the head. It didn't do a thing.
And that was that. How he lost it all. Daemons had overwhelmed Eos. The world was cursed with eternal night. And worst of all, Noctis had vanished. They spent what felt like days searching Gralea for him, but it all came to nothing. In the end, they decided that Lucis needed them more. Prompto curled up at their campsite, throat tight and tears at his eyes.
He woke up to sunlight.
He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know how he got here. He doesn't know much of anything, really, but since when has that stopped him? No matter the world or the time or the reality, Prompto will find his friends, and he'll never, ever leave their sides.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: Fin OTHER CHARACTERS:: Kuja, Celes, Faris, Sephiroth, Balthier, Cecil ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Hahahaha HOW YOU FOUND US:: HAHAHAHAHA NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: Prompto is taken from directly after losing Noctis in Niflheim ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: How about no?