Title: Darkness Fandom: FFXV Series: Big Sister Aranea ‘verse (2/?) Rating: Gen Word Count: 586 Summary: It was dark. It had been dark for a while already and he hadn’t minded much, had gone back to sleep when nothing had changed whenever he had woken up. But now he was starting to grow hungry and grumpy and he started moving around as well as he could in the little space he had. A/N: The second fic in the Big Sister Aranea verse! :D This one’s a short one, but I really wanted to write a fic for this series from little Prompto’s POV, as well, and Aranea finding him at an abandoned Niflheim factory seemed like a good fit for that. ^^ The fics of this verse are loosely connected and focus Aranea and her found family consisting of Prompto, Luna and Cor. Thank you @moonraccoon-exe for the advice and encouragement to post this as a series of fics! <3 Please enjoy ❤
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It was dark.
It had been dark for a while already and he hadn’t minded much, had gone back to sleep when nothing had changed whenever he had woken up. But now he was starting to grow hungry and grumpy and he started moving around as well as he could in the little space he had.
He couldn’t hear anyone though. Just the usual hum of some of the things filling the room when there was light, although it was much more quiet now.
He had no idea of the passage of time, but it was a long while later when muffled sounds came from ...somewhere else. From somewhere that was not here.
He heard whatever it was approach and readied himself. Maybe he’d be given food soon. It was never a pleasant affair and he hated the tubes that they attached to his sides for that, but he would not cause trouble today if only he was fed soon.
Another short while later, the noise had become much louder and, with a start, light flickered on. He couldn’t see anything for a while then, the sudden brightness stung his eyes and made them water. During that time, he could hear an awful screeching sound and something on the other side of the room shifted.
He blinked several times and saw a small head poke through.
It wasn’t one of the usual ones. This wasn’t one of the usual ones and he started to feel distressed. What if she wouldn’t feed him?
The girl on the other side of the room took a deep, shuddering breath and glanced around the room. He wasn’t sure what she saw, but she seemed distressed herself. After a moment, she closed her eyes and put a hand over her face. Maybe she was hungry too? He didn’t know.
He had moved closer to the bars in the front, curiosity piqued. He fell forward, however, and one of his hands hit a bar. He let out a wail at the sudden pain. Things weren’t going well and he was tired and all this just added to the pile of things upsetting him.
He started to feel sad all of a sudden. The growing hunger in his stomach was almost the most upsetting thing right now, but not the worst. He felt so alone. He didn’t know why, just that there was an overwhelming sense of loneliness gnawing on his insides, on his heart.
He started crying, not noticing how the bars in front of him started shaking, not hearing the distressed words falling from the young girl’s lips or her frantic footsteps as she left him again, searching for something.
When two short arms wrapped around him, he all but choked on his tears, his sadness. Her eyes were big and green and filled with worry and fear, but she held him close and gently rocked him nevertheless.
It wasn’t good.
But it was better than before and he let his head drop against her chest, blubbering out another wave of sadness.
He let himself relax when, for the first time he remembered, someone carefully petted his head. The girl was running her hand through the little hair he had and kept rocking him as she walked around the room, sometimes tiptoeing, looking around.
“It’s gonna be alright, shortcake. It’s gonna be alright.”
Her voice didn’t sound as if she was very sure of that herself, but for the moment, he chose to believe her and, once again, closed his eyes.
