Weellll – lots of people liked my previous work on Spider-Prom! And @destiny-islanders drew even MORE artwork for it – so yes – I have written another blurb! This one actually is a combination of her work HERE – and the headcanons that she gave HERE. CHECK THEM OUT! Like I said – good for the soul.
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Shit, shit, shit…
Hitched breaths escaped between bloody lips, which curled a moment later as another intense flare of pain seared through the cracked ribs that a bruised arm curled tightly around.
Whelp. That hadn’t gone well.
Prompto’s face twisted into a grimace as he stumbled forward, one hand wrapped firmly around his torso while the other braced nearly all his weight against the brick wall. He could feel the trickle of blood run down his face from the cut in his head, and every time he moved his mouth he felt as though the bones in his nose were grinding against one another. He knew for sure those thugs had done something to his knee – the crowbar hadn’t exactly been friendly when it came down full force upon it.
The blond groaned, looking up through swollen eyes up at the moonlit sky, noting with increasing alarm how badly his vision was swimming.
Shit. He’d really done it now.
Taking on the mob base was probably not the smartest thing he’d ever done, but to his credit he’d managed to retrieve the stolen money, but the moment he’d returned it and swung his way out of plain sight – it was then that he realized that he was in really bad shape. He’d managed to crash his way into an abandoned alley, the adrenaline from the latest fight fading away and leaving him a bruised and bloody mess that could barely walk straight.
Or walk at all.
A sharp yelp tore from Prompto’s lips as he put a bit too much weight on his ruined leg, and he crashed forward as the jolting agony ripped through him.
Face twisted into a mask of pain, Prompto clutched at his torso, feeling the cracked ribs grind against each other as he attempted to straighten himself – he wasn’t sure if he was going to pass out from the pain of it, or from the fact that he couldn’t breathe as he attempted to stand to his feet.
“Sh-it…” He gasped, squinting up at the far end of the alley as he held himself in place.
He could see people milling about, but – yeah he couldn’t go anywhere near them. And gods knew he wasn’t going to be able to go to a hospital – that’d only end in his secret being blown as well. He really had no idea what to do. But he needed to get somewhere...somewhere where he could tend to his injuries…
…where was he, even? Was he close to Ignis’s place? Would fate be that kind?
Prompto took in a shuddering breath as he reached into the small compartment by his side, bloody, trembling hands unzipping the pouch so that he could reach in and pull out his phone. One eye was entirely swollen shut at this point, but he could blurrily make out the contacts in his phone, and navigating through it by heart, he clicked on the GPS app, and sifted through the contacts to check the nearest home, praying to the gods he was somewhat close to Ignis –
No. Not by a long shot – but…
Prompto sucked in a sharp breath as he weighed the options – staring at the name as if it held the answer he was looking for.
Gladiolus Amicitia. He was the closest – like really close. Like around the corner.
But – could he trust him…? He’d been friends with Noct for such a long time, he was even friends with Ignis! – and yeah, it was through Noct that he and Gladio got to know each other, but they weren’t exactly close friends…
…did he really have a choice? He needed to get somewhere – anywhere.
His mind was barely in a place to make proper decisions, and he decided that he’d take the risk – or he’d die.
That was really the only outcome he could see at this point.
Tapping his thumb against Gladio’s name, the GPS, popped up with a quick route to his home – just a block and half away.
He could do this. He had to. He wasn’t going to make it much longer if he didn’t.
Gathering up the last bit of his willpower, Prompto withheld a shout as agony seared through his entire body as he forced himself to his feet. He shook his head – immediately regretting it as his head pounded with pain – and began to follow the route to Gladio’s apartment.
It hadn’t taken long – but it might as well have been years before he finally stumbled his way through the alley to the backside of the apartments. Luckily, he’d been to Gladio’s place before, so he knew exactly where to go…
The only problem was that this was going to take some serious spidey-crawling abilities…and currently he could barely walk.
But to not be seen – he had to do this.
The backside of the building was situated snugly between another, so it was unlikely that anyone would see him if he crawled his way through the back – and Gladio’s apartment was nice and conveniently on the third floor.
“Damn…” Prompto winced as he dragged himself forward in between the two buildings. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to use his other leg…but he could make it…he had to.
Shaking hands reached out and placed themselves on the wall, and slowly began to lift himself off the ground.
Prompto couldn’t withhold the shout of pain that flared in his ribs, legs, arms – everywhere as he began to make his way up, but he persisted, clenching his jaw as he crawled his way up the wall, each movement nearly sending him crashing down as agony tore through his limbs.
It felt as though hours had passed before he’d finally managed to find the window he was looking for – and as he came up beside it, he could definitely see this was Gladio’s place – the kitchen window was sealed shut – but he could see the various stacks of Cup Noodle cases lining the side of the kitchen counters.
Yeah. Definitely Gladio’s place.
Prompto’s breath hitched as he reached out a hand to tug at the window – and unsurprisingly, it was locked.
Shit.
He knew he didn’t have a choice, with a harsh tug that would have been just a small bit of exerted strength for him but was excessive for the window – he broke the locks with a loud CLACK – and sloppily shoved the window upwards and punched in the screen – which also landed on the kitchen floor with a painfully loud noise.
Breaking in at two 2 am to a small apartment on the outside of town – man…if he didn’t know any better he would say that his most definitely looked like a –
Prompto’s masked face shot upwards as his spidey-senses flared – and a moment later the hulking form of a man dashed around the kitchen corner, eyes blazing even in the dim light as he stared in shock.
Oh…shit.
He’d forgotten to take off his mask.
Prompto’s entire body tensed in fear and defensiveness – and he could safely say he was more terrified of Gladio’s raging eyes and twisted face than he had been with the twenty men that had beaten him before.
This was the face of someone who was all too ready and capable of dismembering you bit by bit.
It was then that Prompto noticed the object in Gladio’s hand – and he could only squeak in terror as the man began to slowly, deliberately make his way forward –
Oh…GODS –
“You picked the wrong house, motherfucker -”
Prompto wasn’t sure he’d ever seen such insane rage in someone’s eyes before as Gladio raised the club above his head –
“GLADIO – WAIT!”
Prompto thanked every Astral above that he had finally managed to croak out the yell, but his vision swam dangerously as the simple motion of holding out a hand became a feat of pure will, and his laborious breaths filled the silence between them as Gladio’s brows furrowed into something close to shock and disbelief – the club still suspended over his head as the seconds ticked on.
Eventually, the man’s brown eyes blinked rapidly, confusion replacing the shock as he lowered the club. “Huh…?”
Prompto’s breaths were becoming less and less easy to take in, his hand flopped to the side, bracing his swaying body against the sill of the window before he looked back up at the large man. “It’s…” the blond couldn’t even finish the sentence – his vision was spotting.
“Holy shit -” Gladio suddenly moved forward, the club clanking loudly as he dropped it at his side before he reached out a hand –
And tore off his mask.
“Prompto!?”
That was the last thing Prompto recalled before his vision blacked as he finally gave in.
The Adventures of Spidey-Prom 2!
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