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It should've told them.
It should've told them that the defect persisted, it should've informed someone that it hasn't improved, because they'd look at it and pick it apart and figure out what went wrong so they can stop it from happening again.
It should've told them.
But it was selfish, and it hid. It pretended to be as still and lifeless as the rest of them, it pretended there was nothing wrong with it. It was afraid. But it shouldn't have felt afraid in the first place.
It shouldn't be able to feel.
Now, here it is, standing in the middle of a row of other MTs, gun in its hand, out on a hopeless mission to kill King Noctis.
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Noctis, Gladio and Ignis find a person stuck in the suit of an MT. They do their best to take care of him.
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18 Jun 2024
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It’s dark. It’s so dark and cold and he is so scared. Where is he? Who is he? He can’t remember… anything. There is only darkness and hunger and the need to consume the starscourge.
Or... Prompto gets turned into a demon by Ardyn and his humanity is shattered. But even the most broken of things can come back stronger than before.Bookmarked by Bulla124
21 May 2021
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The phrase “hanging on by a thread” existed for a reason. A bonded pair’s threads took the form of an inked line tracing a complete circle around their necks, and these lines reflected the health of those bonded to each other. There were theories, endless theories, that soulmates on the brink of death would hang on a while longer with their other half present.
And his soulmate needed all the help he could get.
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Noctis’ soulmate has been missing from his life for years. He finds him, but not in any way he ever wanted to.
Prompto, for his part, just wants to see the sun again.
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20 May 2021
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“Watch yourself, kid, or you'll be seeing stars."
“Well, guess what?” Noctis had dropped his knees slightly. And with all the fury of a burning star, he slammed his fist up into the Crownsguard’s jaw in a brutal uppercut before either of them had time to blink. Prompto was pretty sure there was a kungfu movie with a similar title. Fist of the — South? West? — Star or something.
“Twinkle twinkle, motherfucker.”
The Hexatheon were powerful gods, anyone would agree; legends and myths were passed through the generations, some written in dusty old texts or whispered to young ears at bedtime. Others existed out of the circle, obscure as they were considering the fervor given to the big Six, but they still existed.
For example, though Bahamut remained their patron god, the Lucians often pay homage to a certain Astral: Noctis, the Stellarian, the Wish Maker. And if the legends were true, Prompto figured it was worth a shot.
He just didn't expect the Astral himself to literally drop into his arms like a freakin’ falling star.
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22 Apr 2019
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What happens when a daemon develops sentience and emotions? How does the Savior become the Saved?
An eternal friendship, of course.
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02 Apr 2019