( one step forward, two steps back. frying pan, fire and so on.
prompto didn't think he'd ever say this, but once the undeniable sensation of comfort the letter triggered had dissolved into nothing, it occurs to the gunner that he rather does prefer the older wayward pines to this... new evolution, whatever it is - it was a lot less dreary before, for one thing.
the transformation is drastic, the town a completely new place he's never seen; the skyline's gone, entire layout reshuffled as if someone was playing a sim game on random, but the patch that remains over prompto's still-tender eye is proof that this isn't a dream, or rather, that he's still from the same continuity as he last remembers. the chocobo waiting in what supposedly is his room is all the remaining confirmation he needs despite not recognising the house itself or the street it sits on, and when the invitation finds him caution leads the gunner to venture out again with the chick tucked safely in a backpack he unearths from within one of the cupboards.
what he finds in the town square is, unsurprisingly, nauseating enough to stop him in his tracks before morbid curiosity gets the better of him (and the last body falling elicits a panicked yelp like prompto's never heard from himself before, not even when the naga stole him through the darkness of fociaugh hollow.) it's not the first time he's encountering a public display corpses and entrails, but the gunner doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. )
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prompto didn't think he'd ever say this, but once the undeniable sensation of comfort the letter triggered had dissolved into nothing, it occurs to the gunner that he rather does prefer the older wayward pines to this... new evolution, whatever it is - it was a lot less dreary before, for one thing.
the transformation is drastic, the town a completely new place he's never seen; the skyline's gone, entire layout reshuffled as if someone was playing a sim game on random, but the patch that remains over prompto's still-tender eye is proof that this isn't a dream, or rather, that he's still from the same continuity as he last remembers. the chocobo waiting in what supposedly is his room is all the remaining confirmation he needs despite not recognising the house itself or the street it sits on, and when the invitation finds him caution leads the gunner to venture out again with the chick tucked safely in a backpack he unearths from within one of the cupboards.
what he finds in the town square is, unsurprisingly, nauseating enough to stop him in his tracks before morbid curiosity gets the better of him (and the last body falling elicits a panicked yelp like prompto's never heard from himself before, not even when the naga stole him through the darkness of fociaugh hollow.) it's not the first time he's encountering a public display corpses and entrails, but the gunner doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. )
Um. S'kinda early for Halloween, right?