If Ardyn tried that shapeshifting trick on me, I’d likely punch him in shock. When I open my eyes I expect to see my sunshine boy, not this garbage man

hypaalicious:

“Then, what if I just take you as I am?”

You barely had time to shriek in protest as you felt your body slammed abruptly to the wall behind you, even as Ardyn still stood a few feet away. Panicked, you looked down and immediately wished you hadn’t; black, roiling tentacles were restraining you, curling around your limbs and tightening every time you struggled.

“I should let you punch me. It would be my gift to you right before I erase every memory of your precious boy from your mind.” The sound of his boots were echoing in your ears… or maybe it was your heart pounding furiously. You couldn’t tell.

But every time you blinked, Ardyn’s visage changed. He was Prompto with an uncharacteristic smirk on his face. He was that charismatic garbage man that was taunting you for no reason that you could think of. He was…

[x]

“I am the man that the sun scorned. Allow me the honor of showing you why.”