I want to ride my chocobo all day!

Prompto stood before the door that would lead him into the chamber where Verstael awaited. Even with the thick door closed, he could hear the machine working inside, pumping miasma into the tubes, and he tried not to think about how that could have been his fate. He tried, instead, to think of what had been his fate….and to remind himself that the only thing separating himself from the man to blame for the fact that all of that was now gone...was this one single door.

He breathed out. He could practically feel the sweat from his hands through his gloves on his grip on his gun. He held out his wrist toward the console. It lit up. Beeped. And opened the door.

( And Prompto, trying to ignore the way his whole body shook as he tried to hold his gun before him steadily, slowly crept inside. -- CW for mild body horror, patricide, emo )

As they approached, though, Aranea reached for Prompto's shoulder, turning him roughly toward her and shoving a map into his chest.

"Head there," she directed. "I'll catch up later."

With a shaking, confused, indecisive breath, Prompto watched as she turned to stride back into the fray, and then, frantic, he called out, "But what about you?"

Aranea didn't turn back, though, pulling out her lance and already crouching for an attack. "I said I'll catch up!"

"But what if you--" Prompto began to protest.

"Just go!"

Prompto stared back at her, then stared down at the map in his hand. Tried to remember how to breath and then, with a few backwards steps and a new resolve, turned toward the snowmobile to hop aboard. A few seconds later, the engine was revved and he was ready to gun it, back out into the unknown frozen wilderness of Niflheim.


[[ Part 3 of 4, there's still one more to go after this! NFB, NFI, OOC always appreciated, today is a very big day, and also, Aranea is GOAT. True facts. ]

When Prompto woke up again, he was still face down, on his stomach, but beneath him was hard metal instead of snow, and, as he slowly started to become aware and push himself up, he realized he was indoors. A strange, unfamiliar, round chamber, with odd canisters and tubes against the wall, heavy metal doors. Boxes. Papers. Files. Some sort of office? Or laboratory? As he started to slowly push himself up, Prompto noticing the barcode on the back of his wrist staring up at him. The leather straps he usually wore around them to hide them….gone. And his confusion only grew once he finally managed to make it to his feet and give a better look around.

( What...what is this place? --CW for unethical science stuff/baby experiments )

Well armed and ready to do whatever it took to make it through this facility, Prompto was surprised when the next door he found opened itself up to a bright, nearly blinding burst of light from the outside, greeting him with a rush of fresh, frigid air. The cold was so deep it instantly made him shiver, but he'd done it! Freedom! He rushed out into that frigid freedom, eagerly rounding the corner around the tower mountains that fenced him in….

…only to be greeted with the door to yet another facility.

"Fine," he sighed. "This is fine. Totally fine."

With no way around it, Prompto closed his eyes to prepare himself for another round, as he walked up to open the next door.

[[ And here we go, into Episode Prompto proper! Part 1 of 4...for today, and I swear to god, the timing actually was coincidental, but kind of perfect. We're just learning all sorts of fun things today! Anyway, you know how it goes. NFB, NFI, OOC lovely, please to enjoy the carefully placed spam throughout the day ]]