Prompto didn’t want his best friend dead. He had researched so many ways to do it, but it had all ended in failure. Sure, he was a bit of a tech guy but he was above going and making a machine to resurrect the dead. He wasn’t a creepy scientist. So.. Prompto finally gave up and started praying to the gods. They took him away, they could give him back. He had no ring to wear to meet them, he had absolutely nothing. He wondered, at a point, if he was obsessive of this. If it wasn’t okay, or if he was hurting Gladio and Ignis but then he thought..

If he could figure this out and get Noctis back... Then maybe they’d all stop hurting. Prompto eventually went to the temple, one of the few remaining. He got on his knees and prayed to any god or goddess that would take the time to listen. He’s rarely ever prayed before. Prompto was desperate to have his friend back. They were family... It felt incomplete without him.

As he was on his knees and prayed, something shifted and there appeared.. Bahamut? He was small and the scenery changed around him. What was happening? He didn’t dare stand in front of him. Prompto put his head down, and quietly spoke. “Please give me my friend back.” He didn’t care if Noct was the Crystal’s chosen. “The Crystal had its turn..” Prompto wanted him back. He’d fight Hell if he had to.

Then, Bahamut gave him an offer. Half of the life left he had in exchange for Noctis’. If Prompto or Noctis died before then, then the other would go, too but only if it wasn’t their predetermined time. Prompto worried, only for a moment, that he wouldn’t live a full and healthy life but immediately gave that thought away. He’d do anything for Noct. So what if it meant knowing he’d die when he was 60-something or whatever he had left, it would mean Noctis.

Prompto looked up, and nodded. “I accept.”

There was a flash of light, and then it all faded away. When he came to, he woke up on his back at the temple, staring at the stone ceiling. He took a moment to think, wondering if that was all just a dream until he heard the steady breathing of someone beside him. Noctis. Noctis was here. Prompto immediately grabbed him and lifted him, hugging him to his chest. He cried over his waking friend, glad to feel that his skin was warm (unlike when they found him at the throne-). and he was breathing.

He said nothing, joy filling absolutely every part of him. He needed a moment, but he’d figure out how to tell Ignis and Gladio. He’d figure it out and then they could be happy again.

Prompto stared ahead, looking at the man in front of him. It looked like he had.. some type of braided mullet? The man seemed to know him though. “Prompto?” He asked, “Is that me?” It... felt sorta right? Prompto was definitely confused. “And who are you? I think I know you.”