Prompto X Reader: Parting Ways

Parting Ways - The End

Play the video while you read this.
Embrace the feels.
I know you all are going to kill me.
I know you hesitated to press this chapter

Don't underestimate us, Noctis....
We're strong.... Stronger combined... We'll help you...

"We got this, Noctis...." Prompto says.
He begins to cry slightly.

The daemons are almost multiplying.
It's terrifying just to see these THINGS getting so close.

You begin to reduce their numbers.
More emerge from the ground.

You've even lost count how much you've killed. They won't stop coming.

"ARGH!" Prompto falls to the ground.
He's low on bullets.
"C-c'mon, don't be a bitch right now!" He's shaking and crying as he reload.

Gladio guards him.

"You should really-" Gladio swings.
"Speed up your process-" again.
"And calm the hell down!" Final strike.

Ignis gets rid of the small pests. Then onto the mediums, but they keep on multiplying.

Minutes felt like hours.

Hurry up Noctis...

Exhaustion is building.

"We'll get to see the morning, give it all you got!" Gladio yells. And for the first time, he's actually struggling.

One of the bigger daemons tilt their heads as they hear Gladio speak.

"We won't live to see morning, dammit!" Prompto snaps. He's panting and crying.

"Positive mind, Prompto!" Ignis says.
"Keep fighting!" Gladio wipes his sweat.
"It's true!!" Prompto keeps yelling.

"How do we know what Noctis is doing will help us! He's going to die! We're going to die! We won't see the future!" He yells again.

"Prompto!" You yell at him.

He doesn't dare to look at you. He's still crying. Choked sounds of breathing. His gun is shaking.

"It's over guys... Admit it!" Prompto says.
Even as he says that he continues to shoot.

"I don't want to die..." You say quietly. Tearing up.
"But even still, that's why I'm fighting, Prompto.." you say.
"There's the spirit!" Gladio says.

He's trying not to break down.
He knows what Prompto is saying is true.

You stab a daemon straight in the heart.
But haven't you heard?
They have multiple hearts.
There's no such heart that controls all.
Every heart is different.
Less blood to pump, if one goes missing. But still a functioning body.

Slashing again and again.

In the midst of the battle.
The weapons disappear.

You look up at the medium daemon.

It smiles at you.