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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XV
  Character:
      Prompto_Argentum, Noctis_Lucis_Caelum, Ignis_Scientia, Gladiolus
      Amicitia, Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Torture, Physical_Abuse, Experimentation, Human_Experimentation, Sexual
      Abuse, Child_Abuse, Drugs, Child_Death, Trauma, Emotional/Psychological
      Abuse, Drowning, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Near_Death, Burning
      alive, Sexual_Content
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      Published: 2017-07-26 Updated: 2017-07-31 Chapters: 2/4 Words: 4614
****** The Plague Boys ******
by TynxCann
Summary
     Two boys.
     Water.
     Needles.
     Crying.
Notes
     Please, please, please read the archive warnings. This fic is really
     gruesome and explicit and I really recommend reading the warnings
     first before diving right into this.
     This is for the lovely ADingFlower who has inspired me so much and is
     such an amazing person! You made me write this. You wanted something
     sad and excruciatingly painful, so here it is.
     Enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Lost Hope *****
Prompto wanted to die.
                                      ...
The first thing he remembers from when he first became aware of this sick and
disgusting world was the bright lights shining on him. He was probably four,
maybe even three, he didn’t know, they never recorded their ages, only
progress. There was three lights hovering above him. Each had different
illuminations but they still blinded him to the point where liquid would pour
from his eyes.
He tried touching the strange liquid but there was a loud clanking that pierced
his ears that made him go rigid. A weak sob fell from his lips and a hand
tightened against his shoulders. Something dug into the back of his elbow and
soon more liquid kept pouring out of his eyes.
He licked his lips and tasted the saltiness of the liquid. It was too bitter
and he hated the taste against his tongue. He tried spitting it out of his
mouth but whatever was dug into his arm just went deeper and he choked. Bile
rose and his body started to convulse. His vision started to go hazy and the
room kept spinning.
It was like that game he and Noctis played, but this wasn’t fun. This wasn’t
fun at all.
His teeth clinked against each other and someone screamed and soon there was
hands all over his body as a rag was shoved inside his mouth to stop him from
biting his tongue.
The pain lasted for several minutes until he stopped. His body lay bare and
motionless on the cold table.
Fingers twitching, a fly flew around his body and tongue sticking out with his
eyelids falling partway over his eyeballs. The white was more prominent than
the blue of his iris.
It almost made it seem like he had fallen into a coma, but sadly, he was still
very much alive and conscious of his surroundings.
He looked up and saw the lights hovering above him. Each with different
illuminations but still blinding him.
The rag was pulled out of his mouth. He saw red. He coughed and the lights were
turned off. His eyelids closed the rest of the way with only a single liquid
trickling down his cheek. He tasted the saltiness again.
It was later when he found out that this was called tears.
He hated tears. He hated the saltiness of tears. He hated the lights. He hated
the pointy things stuck inside of him, but most of all, he hated living.
                                      ...
That was his first memory he ever had of this place. Very quickly after that he
accumulated more and more memories. Each tasting even more bitter than the
last. Many were lost across the blur of trauma and screams, across days and
blood pooling down his head as the doctors spoke sweet words to him.
“It’s okay Prompto! We are doing something amazing! We are expanding science!
You will help us!”
He was shaved bald that day with a piece of cloth covering his scalp. He laid
on the floor of his cage for three days with limbs angled at uncomfortable
positions,  and another six in paranoia as the shadows of his cage danced
across his body and filled him with such anxiety that made him pass out. Noctis
was there but he had extended sessions with the white-coats for breaking the
rules and coming to visit him from his cage.
It hurt.
Noctis didn’t talk to him for a whole month, back turned and body rocking back
and forth as he dug his forehead into the dirty floor and muttered words to
himself until the white coats had to come in and subdue him from ripping his
hair out of his head.
 Two days after the event he snuck into Prompto’s cage, telling him that he
hated the color red. Prompto asked if it was because of blood but he just
answered that no. He doesn’t know what it was but it was hot and hurt a lot.
His feet were wrapped up tightly with only his toes sticking out of the yellow
bandages. He saw black around the ring of his big toe but Prompto didn’t want
to invoke another breakdown and decided to not ask anything after that.
He slept for another three days and then when he woke up he experienced the
torture all over again.
                                      ...
Prompto never liked it when they woke him up early. He always feared when the
weird two circle number on the wall appeared in a big and red digital light.
That was when the white coat people came in and took him away.
Sometimes he couldn’t sleep at night and would watch the big red numbers turn
slowly but methodically until it became the two circle number exactly. There
was a screech and the big door gave an ominous creak as it was opened. Prompto
hid further under his covers and tried to pretend like he was sleeping. He
pulled the thin blanket over his head but his feet were laid bare to the cold.
It nipped at his toes and when he tried to come up into a ball, a laugh came
above him.
He threw the blanket over and scrambled to the corner of the cage like his life
depended on it, but it was too late. They grabbed him by his ankle and started
to drag him out like an animal, like a pig getting ready to be sent to the
slaughter house. He tried fighting, tried biting and tried screaming but then a
collar was hung around his neck and tightened to the point where he lost his
ability to breath. He cried and felt his heart stop long enough for his body to
go dead.
Prompto convulsed on the ground and another shock was given to him. His body
went limp, frequently shaking from the electric shocks that coursed through his
veins. Another rope was tied around his ankle.
They dragged him out and into the room.
That room.
His body was paralyzed but Prompto’s eyes darted back and forth across the
tiled walls and chipping paint. It was blue. He hated the color blue. Someone
spoke and his eyes went to the source, but it was out of his peripheral vision.
The weird chemical smell clogged his nose and out of instinct he started
sobbing.
Tears, as they called them started to pool out. It tasted bitter and all he
wanted to do was claw his eyes and squash the eyeball in his pudgy hands so
that they would stop.
A white coat crouched down next to him and stuck something in his arm. It stung
for a second before weird liquids were inserted into him. It was black and he
could feel it enter his veins.
He never knew what the liquid was or what it was used for, but every time they
used it he could feel his heart stop and his body go cold.
The shaking never stopped but when he tried to move his hand a foot came onto
his stomach. He heaved and was shoved across the room. There he saw it and
that’s when the shakes got worse and when his world turned completely blue.
He fought for his life.
He couldn’t breath. His vision blurred and there was water everywhere. His legs
kicked and his arms grasped for a surface, but every time he felt like he
touched the edge of the pool it just sent a shock through him. He coughed up
vomit and it surrounded it, turning the water murky and dark. A scream pierced
through his throat, and when he breached the surface he was pushed back down by
a large stick that slammed against his head and made his head turn at a weird
angle. His spine send a large pulse that made Prompto imagine that his neck had
broken and in those few seconds that it all happened, he was sinking back down.
There was water. Water everywhere and it was blue and tasted horrible. His eyes
burned but when he closed them all he saw was darkness and he feared what would
emerge from the darkness so he opened his eyes and screamed under the water as
it entered his lungs and drowned out his cries.
Eventually he stopped fighting and eventually he fell to the bottom of the
pool. He doesn’t know how long he laid there, in the deep and dull silence.
Whether it be seconds or minutes he was soon pulled from the bottom of the pool
and thrown onto the tiled floor.
He was motionless.
Body going cold.
No heart beat.
Eyes not responding to light.
Dead.
One of the white coats barked out an order and soon a large contraption was
brought over with a twisted tube being shoved inside of his mouth. A switch was
flipped and the noise it made could be heard bouncing off the tiled walls.
Air was forced inside of Prompto’s body. His lungs were filled with polluted
air from the machine that had collected dusts from how long it sat in the
corner.
Prompto’s lungs expanded to lengths that could kill. Blood seeped out of the
organ and before they knew it he was coughing up blood and throwing up a clear,
gel-like substance as he desperately tried to get air inside of his body.
He tried pulling out the tube to breath but they shoved it back inside of him
and for a second Prompto thought he was going to die a second time.
They didn’t let him and simply shoved the tube out of his mouth and wiped away
his mouth with a cloth.
That was the only moment of gentleness he was ever worthy of receiving before
the collar was wrapped around his neck and he was dragged out of the room like
a pig. A pig that had already been slaughtered in the slaughter house. He was
going to be hung up on a hook and skinned alive as they took his meat and fed
it to the common folk.
He passed by Noctis’ cage but he wasn’t in there. He was probably having his
own session.
Prompto didn’t care though. He closed his eyes and groaned as his body was
shoved into his cage. His ankle caught on the entrance of the cage and the
white coat slammed the door on his foot, earning himself a cry from Prompto.
He cursed under his breath and shoved Prompto’s foot inside before slamming the
cage again and leaving. His steps tapped against the floor until the door to
the compound was creaked opened, and slammed shut.
Prompto lay on the floor. Ankle swollen and body desperate for air.
His heart beat.
His chest hurt and his body was cold and shivering.
He didn’t have the heart to move and pull the blanket over his body, so he
simply laid there, motionless and waiting.
Waiting.
And waiting.
Waiting for the day he would finally die and leave this wretched place.
                                      ...
Prompto wanted to die, but for him, it never came.
***** A Sorry *****
Chapter Notes
     I hope you read those tags because this is where a lot of that abuse,
     sexual and such happen. Please realize that this is a really dark
     chapter, very triggering so I ask that you please read at your own
     risk and know what you're going to be getting yourself into.
     Also once again, this is dedicated to ADyingFlower who I lovingly say
     "fuck you" to for all those very painful chapters from her fic, To
     Mourn. This is dedicated to you and I hope it hurts a lot. Please go
     check her out so that you can cry more about ffxv!
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Hey, what’s your name?”
It was one year since Prompto met Noctis.
Noctis had been staying in the facility for longer than Prompto had. When
Prompto was dragged into his cage, pulled roughly by the hair to the point that
his scalp was ripped across the back of his head, he met his new friend.
Once he was thrown inside the cold cage, left sobbing and holding onto his head
as the blood seeped out onto his fingers, he heard a small voice penetrate
through his painful cries.
 “Hey, what’s your name?”
Still curled up on the floor he rolled his body to the other side of the cage
to look across the bars and at a kid about his age in a similar enclosure. He
had unruly black hair and the same ragged piss-white clothes on his body. His
arms were wrapped all the way up to his elbows in bandages and he had a split
lip. He raised his hand and waved at Prompto. Prompto waved back with one hand
and sniffle.
His sobs had died out but the pain in his head still made everything feel numb
to the point of wishing he could bang his skull against something and create a
different kind of sensation.
“So what’s your name?” The boy repeated.
Prompto was silent for a long while but managed to regain his voice long enough
to speak. “Prompto.”
“Prompto? That’s weird, my name is Noctis.”
“Your name is also weird.”
Noctis frowned. “No it isn’t. My dad gave it to me.”
Prompto furrowed his brows. Dad? What was that.
“What’s a dad?”
Noctis opened his mouth to speak but immediately closed it and scratched his
cheek and looked up in thought. “Um, he’s like a person who gives you hugs and
reads bedtime stories.”
Prompto didn’t understand the concept that Noctis was trying to convey to him,
but he simply nodded and put pressure along his scalp. Blood had dripped onto
his eye so he was now trying to watch Noctis with one eye open and one burning
eye closed.
“Where is your dad?”
“I… I don’t know. He left one day and never came back. Uncle brought me here.”
“Who is uncle?”
“I don’t know. I don’t like uncle. He’s weird.”
“Okay.” Prompto nodded and managed to at least sit up right. The blood was
starting to dry out and he had managed to rub the blood out of his one
squinting eye.
“Do you want to be friends?”
“Friends? What’s that?”
Noctis frowned. He leaned further into the bars with his head almost sticking
out of the cage.
“Friends! Like me and dad but you’re cooler and we can talk and play.”
“Oh.” Prompto took his hands off of his scalp and looked down to see his red
hands. His head was still throbbing but it was to a point that he could bear it
without immediately throwing up. He scooted closer to the bars of the cage,
also putting his hands around them and slightly curled the corner of his lips
up enough so that it didn't show ill will.
“Sure! Let’s be friends!”
That was when Prompto had met Noctis.
Noctis had been staying in the facility for longer than Prompto has. He said
that he hated feeding time because they always gave him stinky food and that
his least favorite color was red.
His uncle worked in the facility too, and was always escorting Noctis out for
his sessions. A lot of times Noctis was very compliant, but Prompto was always
there when he screamed and begged for help.
Noctis always yelled for his dad. Prompto had still not understood what a dad
was, but Noctis always called for him which must have meant he was a good guy,
better than the white-coats. Sometimes he would sit in his cage and wonder how
a dad would look, but each time he closed his eyes to wonder he would see blue
surrounding him and would immediately open his eyes in a panic.
Recently closing his eyes had become difficult. Everything had become
difficult.
Two white-coats always had to carry Noctis out, and his screams would pierce
past walls for Prompto to hear him screaming down the hall and into the next
room where the door was locked shut and everything went silent.
Prompto went over to the corner of the cage and sat down with his hands on his
ears and eyes closed tightly shut. No tears came out, he was too exhausted to
cry, but his heart still throbbed enough that he feared that he would explode
in that instant.
The big, red numbers changed and soon it was the weird two zero number again.
The door to the compound creaked open and footsteps came down the hall until a
white-coat stopped in front of Noctis’ cage and a motionless lump was thrown
inside. The cage was slammed shut and the footsteps got quieter until they were
no longer heard. Prompto sat up from the ground and shimmied over to the bars.
He placed his hands over the bars and called out to Noctis.
“Noctis?”
There was silence.
“Noctis?”
More silence.
“Noc-”
“What?” He spoke, but his voice sounded rough and broken.
“Are you okay?”
Noctis didn’t speak. He simply laid there, on the ground with his back turned
to Prompto. Prompto continued to watch him, waiting to hear his voice again.
Time passed and the red number changed. Noctis finally rose from his position,
still staring at the wall.
“When I get older, I’m going to leave.”
“Leave?”
“Yeah. Those white-coats are mean and always hurt me. When I’m an adult I’ll be
able to do whatever I want. When that happens I’m going to leave here.”
“Oh?” Prompto wanted to ask if he could come with him as well. If he would also
take him out of this place, but that felt too selfish to ask. Noctis probably
suffered more than he did, why cause more problems. “I hope you do.”
“Yeah.”
It got quiet again.
Noctis continued to stare at the wall and Prompto laid down on the floor. He
watched Noctis for several minutes until his eyelids got tired and slowly they
shut. His world went dark and for a few hours he got his moment of peace.
Even if only, for a few hours.
That is until the blue world came again.
…
“Come on, it’s okay, just open up.”
Prompto awoke to a voice. He doesn’t know how long he’s been asleep for. He
feels groggy and his head is thumping with pain. When he opens his eyes all he
can see is darkness and it takes a while to get accustomed to it, but when he
does he notices that he is still staring at Noctis’ cage. He sees weird figures
dancing across the walls and when he sits up that’s when he notices three
white-coats inside of his cage.
He panics.
Hands go up to cover his mouth from making any unnecessary noise but he leans
in to hear the fumbling from the cage across him.
“No!” He can hear Noctis’ pained cries. It sounds weak and fragile. The white-
coats congregate around him and their hands wrap all over Noctis who lays on
the ground with his shirt pulled up to his chest. He can see his bare legs
kicking but they're suddenly grabbed and pulled apart to where Noctis gives a
yelp.
“Just be a good boy for uncle and his friends okay?”
Noctis took a sharp breath and frees one of his legs long enough to kick the
shin of one of the white-coats. He curses and slaps Noctis across the face.
Prompto is startled by the loud echo across the walls and tries to control his
breathing. Tears begin to well up as he pushes his hands further against his
mouth as if doing that will silence his sobs.
“No, no, no, no!”
“Stop being a little brat and listen to me already!”
“No! Dad! Daddy! Help!”
The white-coat growled and kicked Noctis on the side. Prompto could hear him
cough. He thought he heard a snapping noise and hoped that nothing had broken.
“Your father isn’t here anymore! Now do what I say and let uncle and his
friends have a little bit of fun!”
“No!”
Prompto watched in fear as the men started stripping Noctis further out of his
clothes. The only thing left was his thin shirt which was ripped away from his
body. They were barely given clothes to cover their bodies, and just seeing how
easily it was to have them taken away caused Prompto to feel so small and
defenseless.
Pulling his hands away from his mouth he put them to his ears, but when he
realized that the noises could not be drowned out he waved his fists at the
ground as if cursing it for this predicament and then clutched the bars tightly
until his hands became white and he could taste blood on his tongue from biting
his lips. He wanted to speak, to scream and tell them to get away from Noctis,
but then what. What more could he do than scream and beg for mercy like a weak
animal. He was feeble and could do nothing but stare.
Stare and watch as Noctis was molested and touched and hurt and just opened
wide for his body and insecurities and grievous cries to be put on display for
the whole world to see and hear.
It felt like many centuries had gone by as Prompto pushed his back to the cell
and covered his ears once again to drown out the voices. He thought that he was
just going to be a another bystander and listen helplessly as Noctis got torn
by the white-coats, but just when the screaming had risen an octave, he heard
his name being called.
“Prompto! Prompto help!”
Snapping his head up, Prompto turned around and saw Noctis staring at him. One
of his eye looked swollen shut with one of the white-coats still holding his
arm down. He had tears streaming down his face. They went over his swollen
cheek and past the cut along the side of his chin. He arched his back and
pleaded once again, the most broken and defeated look coursing through his
young and childish face.
“Prompto please, please!”
Prompto immediately got up off the floor and slammed his body harshly against
the bars. His hips gave an exceptionally hard thud against the inner lock and
he swallowed down his cry, opting to trying to reach one hand out to Noctis in
desperateness. He screamed and cried back in unison. Sounding like an animal
who laid on the side of the road, body mangled and slowly bleeding as it lost
hope.
“Noctis!”
“What’s with all this yelling?!” speaks one of the white-coats.
“It seems that one of the subjects is awake.”
One of the white-coats turn and looks at him. His features looked demonic. By
now all of the white-coats always looked like the same person to him. After
going through several series of torture where he’s left half-dazed with his
heart pumping a mile a minute and blood pouring out of a fresh wound,
everything else in between just becomes blurs. This white-coat had hair similar
to Prompto’s but shorter and shaved near the back. His eyes bore holes right
through him as a wide grin spread across his face.
“Why wait to take turns when we can just go to a different one.”
Prompto feels panic rise and he falls backwards on the ground, eyes darting
back and forth between all three white-coats.
“You two have fun, I am going to enjoy myself with my darling nephew.” He gave
an exceptionally sharp thrust that made Noctis cry out. He covered his face a
weakly called out for something but his voice was blocked off by his uncle’s
laughs and long-drawn out moan afterwards.
The other two white-coats talked amongst themselves. The other one, he had all
black hair down to his shoulders and bloodshot eyes, looked to Prompto and
licked his lips. Prompto’s eyes went down and he could see the bulge in the
white-coat’s pants. He wanted to cry. His skin felt all itchy and suddenly he
forgot how to breath.
 They nodded and smiled and got up to walk towards Prompto’s cell. Prompto
started backing away. His back hit the wall and his body shook with heavy
tremors. His breath suddenly came to him and he took a huge gulp of air. He
couldn’t hear anything, just the sudden thumping of his erratic heart and
echoing voices inside of his ear.
The two white coats stepped into his cage, smiles on their faces.
“Just be a good boy and listen to what we say.”
Prompto scrambled up and tried running past them but the blond one grabbed him
by the arm roughly and threw him to the ground. The other sat on top of him and
started to rip open his clothing. Prompto screamed and tried pleading for help
but what use would that be. There was no one he could call for help. Noctis was
over in the other cage sobbing while Prompto’s clothes were being ripped off of
his body and the wound on his leg from yesterday’s session was reopening and it
felt like a 1000 needles were sinking into his body.
 He was being taken. His legs spread open and a rag shoved inside of his mouth.
He twitched and dug his nails into the ground until the pain was too much to
bear.
In one single thrust he was taken and the world turned completely white.
Prompto was being torn apart and he could do nothing but whine with each slap
of a hip. His legs were being held by the back of his knees, pushed forward
against his body until he was being bent in half and he could see the white-
coat going in and out.
In and out in and out in and out.
It was just a continuous process that didn’t let up. He would go faster and
harder and grind down on Prompto which made him see stars. It felt wet and the
air tasted like iron.
He was bleeding. Not only from the wound that reopened on his leg, but from
down there as well. Prompto gave a harsh sob but was pulled away from his
thoughts to have something big and salty slapped against his face. He knew what
it was and shook his head but two hands were already at his mouth forcing his
jaw open and tongue tasting the salty tip. He gagged and pulled his mouth away
to cough only to have the object shoved back inside.
“Don’t even think about biting because I’ll fucking kill you if you do!”
Prompto would rather taste death than this horrible thing, but there was little
room to objection so he just kept his mouth as open as possible and laid his
tongue flat against the side.
“Lick it you slut!”
He sobbed. The other white-coat slammed into him hard enough to be pushed back
and Prompto had more of the foreign object shoved down his throat.
It was agony. It was hell. It was pure and utter torture.
It was hours, what felt like days.
In and out in and out in and out.
Over and over again.
They took turns with him. Putting him in different positions that caused his
back to ache and leg go numb. He threw up once and peed on himself twice. They
laughed, pointed fingers and shoved his face into the dirty ground.
It was after the first hour that Prompto’s mind went numb. A constant
repetition of the same thing. Spouting the filthy words they wanted to hear and
and blanking out several times in between as they still had fun with his passed
out body.
The next time he opened his eyes it was silent except for the cries of what
sounded like Noctis. Prompto didn’t get up from the ground. He was so tired and
sore and just wanted to go back to sleep and never get up.
“Prompto… Prompto I’m sorry!”
He didn’t say anything. Just closed his eyes and tried not to move a muscle.
“Prompto please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”
His consciousness faded. It felt like the world was turning upside down. His
head hurt. Could he sleep the pain away?
“Prompto!”
Hopefully.
He heard waves crashing.
And just like that the torture started all over again.
“I’m sorry…”
Chapter End Notes
     Things will only be getting worse from here. The next chapter is a
     fun one but will probably be the most traumatic one of all in my
     opinion. Feel happy to scream as much as you like in the comments,
     oh, and ADyingFlower, I hope you enjoyed : )
End Notes
     Side note: this fic is very, very loosely based of the movie Plague
     Dogs. I took inspiration from the beginning and end of the movie.
     Only the ending of the movie is a spoiler right now so if you wish to
     watch, be reminded that the ending may spoil what I have in store
     here.
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