The Apartment Above the Photo Hut - Saturday Morning

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A lot had happened in the last twenty four hours since Liz had gotten back to Fandom, she had told Steven about the pregnancy and he hadn’t seemed to mind that she waited to tell him in person and Dr. Lecter had stopped by yesterday to check in on her and had offered her one of his guest rooms and now she was going to be moving in to Dr. Lecter’s house for the next little while so he could monitor her pregnancy and new bipolar diagnosis, she was nervous about these changes but she knew that it was the first best since she knew how she could get and that it would be better if she didn’t live by herself.

Then yesterday Goose had handwavily come round to tell her that he had made contact with Prompto and Ignis and that Prompto was going to work on trying to fix the connection, she now had her own communicator and she was hardly daring to hope that she could talk to Prompto - to be able to talk to him again, to tell him that he was going to be a father.

She didn’t have to much that she had to pack to take with her, some of it was still packed from when she went home - it was mostly Rain’s toys that she had to take but every now and then she kept glancing at the communicator that she wore on her wrist, trying to not get her hopes up that Prompto would reach her.


[expecting a long awaited call from the boyfriend but the post can also be open! ETA - I am so sorry about the careless way in which I posted about the subject of Liz's mental health and I have removed that comment from this thread. It was not my intention to cause any hurt or distress by my words and I will be more careful in the future.]

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"Prompto!" Liz panicked, realising how few previous seconds they had left of this call, "I mean, I'm going to be here - I'm going to wait for you, I - I really need to tell you something else, it's important - can you - I ..."

If only she had enough time to tell him, tell him that he was going to be a father ... that he was going to have a daughter.

She needed to tell him before he left, "please - please stay! Just a little bit longer," she begged.

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Up until now, the inside of the diner had been softly lit by the floodlight of the Hammerhead's parking lot, but that light was quickly dimming from the crush of bodies swarming over the large glass windows. Frantically taking a moment to access the situation, Prompto snatched the communicator and the flask device from off the table so that he could swing himself underneath it for that extra protection, huddled around it defensively.

"Yeah," he said, his breath now a whisper. "No, okay, I got this, it's fine. I'm here. I'm--"

There was a scream from outside, and the sudden tell-tale sound of several lightbulbs bursting. The diner plunged into near darkness, with only the lights on the far side of the lot giving him any semblance of illumination, but that was not nearly as terrifying as the sound the followed: the complete and total shattering of all of the diner's windows, the shower of glass and sharpnel that followed, and the growling chittering of the daemons as they swarmed inside like locusts.

"Shit," Prompto breathed out, eloquently, and cocked his gun. "Okay, hold on. New plan. Just...hold tight, Liz, okay? Hold that thought. I'll be right back, I just gotta--"

The words cut off with a bang of his gun, followed by the splattering slump of a body hitting the floor right in front of the communicator. More shots followed, getting quieter as Prompto had no choice but to crawl out from under the table and start shooting his way out to some semblance of safety, to get with the others, to get the lights back on, anything to drive the daemons back, because they'd all be screwed if they wound up taking the Hammerhead, too.

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Liz waited, jumping at the sound of his gun going off as she tried to keep the panic from rising in her … trying to take deep breaths as she did.

“Prompto?” she asked tentatively after a few moments, “are - are you still there?” She took a deep breath, “are you alright?"

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Nothing.

For a good, long while, there was nothing, except what the communicator managed to pick up from the skirmish going on outside.

And then, the garbled, inhuman babbling of a daemon imp, as it found the device under the table and scraped it forward across the floor, examining it with confused curiosity in its hand. Put it in its mouth to chew on it, making a disgruntled sound of disappointment to discover it was inedible. And then its attention shifted to the flask connected to it, letting out a hiss at the bright light flashing within before seizing it. It let out a pained scream as it seared into its flesh, and then, angrily, it threw it hard against the wall, shattering it with a clap of thunder that cut off mid-way with the severing of the communicator's energy source and the connection.

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“Prompto?” Liz tried again, tears starting to build up again as she waited for any kind of sign, any kind of sound that Prompto was still there that she could tell him that he was going to be a father.

That she needed him to come back to Fandom.

“Prompto? Please are you there?” she let out a sob.