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You couldn’t sleep, not with Prompto laying next to you kicking and constantly shifting in his sleep. You had already shoved him back into his spot on the left side of the bed and you found yourself doing it again for what felt like the hundreth time that night.
Why did you have to share a bed with the fidgety blonde?
You would’ve been fine with the couch. But Gladio insisted on you sleeping in a bed.
You sigh out of annoyance when you feel Promptos’ knee hit you in your back again which was probably the tenth time within that hour. You roll over facing him with every muscle in your body screaming at you to shove him off the shared bed.
However something seemed wrong, you noticed that he looked upset. He was panting and groaning as he kicked at the blanket this time succeeding in kicking it to the floor. You sit up and this time you’re really looking at your friend, thanks to the dim lamp light you can see that he is drenched in sweat and is trembling.
He tosses and turns mumbling something unintelligible and you feel helpless as you just sit there watching him struggle for you didn’t know what to do to help him.
You weren’t sure if waking someone having a nightmare was a good thing or bad thing, you thought it was like sleep walking. You know, don't wake them just let sleep. You wished more than ever that Ignis was the one sharing a bed with Prompto right now for he would know what to do.
Ignis. You actually pondered waking him up but quickly went against the idea.
But you couldn’t just leave him like this so you roll him over and begin to rub his back gently as you quietly began shushing him. You tried to remember what your mother used to do for you when you had nightmares, but sadly you were drawing blanks at the moment.
So you settle with what you were currently doing and much to your surprise it seems to be working…at least you think it is.
Prompto shudders as he begins to whimper and tears escape from underneath his closed eyes rolling down his face as he struggles to wake up. You continue to rub his back trying to get him to calm down, however you only succeed in waking him up.
“N-Noct?” He mumbles weakly sounding frighten as he opens his eyes.
“Hey, you alright? You were kicking and talking in your sleep…were you having a nightmare?” You ask him as he sits up rubbing his eye before looking in your direction but not making eye contact.
“Yeah…it’s not a big deal though…unlike yours mine are silly.” He admits but his voice is soft and holds a defeated tone.
“Doubt it.” You say smiling “Tell you what, I’ll be the judge of that. Tell me, what was your nightmare about?” You ask him.
Prompto looks at you searching your face for something that only he knew to look for before looking down at the white and green wristband he slept in instead of the bracelet he wore throughout the day.
He takes a deep breath before starting and you were questioning the thoughts and whatever else that goes on in Promptos’ mind.
“I dreamt that you gu- er I mean we were being chased by a Magitek. You g-we were trying to escape me-I mean it…but it wouldn’t go away…it killed you and Ignis and Gladio.” He says stumbling over his words. You didn’t understand was that seriously his dream? The same dream that had caused him to thrash about, kick you and the blanket? The same one that made him tremble and mumble in his sleep?
Then again, it’s Prompto. The same Prompto that tends to overreact to almost everything.
“What happen to you in your dream?” You ask him figuring he just wanted to talk about the nightmare. Yet Prompto doesn’t say anything. You watch as he places a hand over his wristband, he doesn’t say anything as he digs his fingernails into the cloth around his wrist. Seeing this only leaves you to sigh rubbing the back of your neck before laying a hand on his shoulder.
This causes him to look at you and you could see tears in his eyes.
“Look it’s just a nightmare. You really think we’re gonna let some worthless scrap of metal kill us? Before they can even touch us we’d knock ‘em down. You don’t gotta worry.” You say climbing out of motel bed to retrieve the blanket. You shake out the blanket and drape one side over Prompto before you climb back into your spot.
You close your eyes as you begin to rub his back once again. The action seems to relax him for he moved closer to you.
“Hey Noct….”
“Mmm?”
“Sorry about waking you up.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you never actually got to sleep because of his constant moving.
You weren’t sure when Noctis stopped rubbing your back you just knew that he had stopped. You knew that the prince had fallen asleep and guilt for keeping your friend up ate at you. But you couldn’t help it. That dream felt way too real for you.
You roll over facing the sleeping prince next to you. Sitting up some and looking across the room you see Ignis laying in the opposite bed across of yours and he was sound asleep.
And so was Gladio who laid on the couch snoring.
Seeing that you had privacy you back down and pull down your wristband exposing your codeprint. You glare at it frowning at the sight as you began recalling your dream.
In your dream you could see your friends bloodied and broken. Gladio had tried to cut you down, but you were faster than him and you slain the Shield using 'Trigger Happy’. You simply laughed at the dead man before moving onto Ignis.
He was a bit tricky for he read your moves but you always found an opening and when you found his you made sure to let him know as you struck him with 'Piercer’.
Noctis was left and no matter what he used on you it wasn’t effective at all, the most it did was make you blink. He falls to the ground as you stand over him lifting your arms up and put them together. Doing this causes them to form your Circular Saw and you end your best friend.
That wasn’t the only thing that scared you, it was also the fact that you could see yourself. You had off green and gray skin, your usual outfit looked more like armor, and your eyes once blue eyes had that eerie glow that MTs had.
You sounded like yourself, but the strength wasn’t yours. The invincibility wasn’t yours. This cold personality wasn’t yours.
It was you, but not you at the same time.
You pull the blanket up to your chin as you recover the mark that you wished everyday would go away. As you stare at the wall you silently wish you could tell your friends about the codeprint. But they were your only real friends.
The only friends you had.
And the fear of rejection and abandonment kept you quiet.
You close your eyes hoping that when the day came to tell them the truth they wouldn’t leave you.