THREE ✻ VIDEO

[mercurio]

[shaky camera handling, this isn't prompto's best moment behind it. the recording seems to be in sections. first, the sound of crunching grass and leaves under prompto's boots, dark surroundings but for the flashlight from his phone, and the appearance of these flowers as he walks on.]

Does anyone else hear that? There's music coming from the woods...

Ah, that--

[it cuts off. some minutes later, there's another video. this time the camera is facing prompto's face; his surroundings blurry, it's clear that he's running, and the rain doesn't help in capturing a clear picture.]

They're--here!

[he pants between his words. clearly he's been running for a while. what's this blair witch bullshit? however, prompto doesn't sound scared; he sounds anxious, almost excited.]

Wait!

[the feed cuts off again, cutting short a yelp of surprise from prompto.]

[the final piece of video is the most coherent one, if only because the camera is still. it's still pointing towards prompto's face but he's not concerned in looking at the camera straight on. his hair is heavy and wet from the rain. in fact, he's entirely soaked at this point.]

[the panting between his words, this time, is not because of physical strain. he's shivering.]

My dad's calling me. [a pause, his eyes glancing past the camera towards something in front of him] He says they've been waiting for m--

[he shushes abruptly]

Just now... Did anyone else hear them?

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[mercurio]

[timcanpy? --oh yeah, he had met the thing, briefly. a camera? sounds suspect, but prompto is a curious person, too.]

[he seems to struggle coming up with an answer, because he still wants to go see his parents, see if he really can be part of a real family again where he isn't unwanted. even if it is the smallest of chances that this were possible, he wants it badly.]

What if I don't get to see them again, ever?

[forever was not something prompto dwells on too much]

[redarm]

Then that's their loss, not yours.

[His tone is almost pleading. This whole thing worries him. Not only does it sound like a set up of a horror movie, but it sounds like a good way to get Prompto hurt]

Please Prompto. Something's not right about this.

[mercurio]

[prompto's quiet]

[he doesn't speak, even if it's clear that he's walking. back? forward? the answer becomes clear once he speaks up again.]

You're right. After almost two decades they wouldn't change their minds. ...I'm going home.

[redarm]

[It's strange, he feels both relieved and really sad for Prompto at the same time. Even if he knows whatever was waiting for him the forest wouldn't be good...he knows what it's like, to want to be wanted, to want a family. It hurts, not having your actual family want you.]

I'm sorry, Prompto.

[mercurio]

Not your fault.

[he says quickly. noah's being a good friend right now, prompto recognises that, and although the offer for dinner sounds both delicious and fantastic, prompto wants to be alone right now.]

[at least for a bit]

I'll talk to you later, yeah?

[redarm]

Yeah...talk to you later.

[He can get it, the wanting to be alone. The dinner invitation was sincere, but, he wouldn't fault Prompto if he didn't take him up on it.

It's never easy to be reminded you're unwanted. Noah knows this]

Be safe, okay?