A New Chapter|The Host Ending

"....The Host," you finally decided. "Since I feel like he's the least likely person to murder me in my sleep....no offense to any of you guys."

"The Host is surprised, but also pleased about [y/n]'s decision," the Host said, smiling as he stood up from the couch and walked over to you. "He takes her reason as a compliment, but before he could finish his statement, Wilford rudely interrupts and proceeds to insult the Host and his blindness-"

"Oh pu-lease!" Wilford rolled his eyes. "That's only 'cause you're blind as a bat! You can't even see how beautiful and charming this fine lady is! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE EYES!!!"

"....you're right," the Host replied calmly, glancing back at him. "But even so the Host can see that, even after all these years, Wilford is still a greedy, whiny baby who thinks he can always get his way. Shortly after hearing the Host take a jab at his ego, [y/n], Mark, and the other personas burst out into fits of laughter."

"Ooooooooooh burn.." You snickered, before it escalated into laughter coming from all of you. Even Dark chuckled a bit, amused by Wilford's hurt expression.

The pink-mustached man glared at the Host. "W-Well...you're just a......a..." He fumbled with his words, trying to come up with a good comeback for the sake of his ego. "......a big, fat...... meanie! There, I said it! How does it feel now?" He huffed, feeling proud of himself as he put his hands on his hips and smirked. "Whatchu gonna do about that, Host?"

".......nothing, for the Host and [y/n] have some business to attend to. And with that, the pair left Mark's house, leaving behind a distraught Wilford as his pride was, once again, crushed like an ant under a leather boot."

Wilford's jaw dropped as you and the Host linked arms and left the room, heading out of Mark's house. The other personas snickered all the while, which made him yell at them to shut up.
.......
The walk home was rather nice. There weren't too many people outside given that the sun had already gone down. The only sources of light were the lamp posts that dimly lit the sidewalk you and the Host were on with an orange glow.

But the whole time the Host was narrating everything that was happening. While it did intrigue you that, despite his condition, he knew exactly what was going on around him....it made you wonder if he had to always talk that way.

"...and [y/n] interrupts the Host's narration, although she apologizes beforehand-"

"Hey sorry to.....gahh miss me with that psychic shit," you muttered, shaking your head. "But anyway..I'm curious about something."

"Go on."

"Sorry if this sounds kinda blunt...but do you always have to narrate everything and talk in third person or can you talk normally?"

The Host stopped walking and fell silent, making you worried that your question insulted him.

"....I find comfort in vocally narrating my surroundings, since I can no longer narrate them on paper," he explained, still retaining his calm demeanor. "But if you wish that I stop for now, then I'd be happy to."

"Ah...okay," you said, a bit saddened by the thought that he use to be the writer of many best sellers and that he was having a hard time letting go of that. Now you felt bad for even asking him that question.

"Don't worry, I am not offended by your question," the Host told you, as though he could read your mind. "You're just curious...there's no shame in it. Ask me anything and I'll be happy to share what I know. Now...shall we continue?"

You relaxed a bit, your smile returning as you both continued down the street, talking a little bit more, until you arrive at your house.

"Welp, here we are~" You sang as you opened the door, allowing the Host to walk inside before you followed, shutting the door behind you. But when you looked back, you noticed that he was heading into your living room without a clear sense of where he was going.

"Wait dude you're-"

You stopped when you saw his hand touch the sofa, which he then proceeded to sit on. "Don't worry about me, [y/n]," the Host reassured you, crossing his legs. "I can easily adjust to my surroundings, even when they're unfamiliar to me.....in fact I can pinpoint how many rooms you have, what kind they are, and where they are right now."

You stared at him, shocked that he pretty much knew the map of your entire house simply by setting foot into it.

In a way this almost scared you. Given what the Host is capable of so far....it seems that his condition was no hindrance at all.

"....nah that's okay, I believe you," you replied, chuckling nervously as you sat down beside him.
An awkward silence filled the room, as neither of you talked for several moments.

"So um...I don't know what you wanna do...maybe we can watch a movie or something?" You suggested. The Host nodded, smiling a bit. "That sounds fine."

"You got any preference?"

"Do you have any documentaries?" He asked. "I like listening to those."

"Maybe on Netflix I do," you replied, turning on the T.V and logging into Netflix. You then searched for the documentary section. "I don't really have a favorite one, so-"

"Any one will do," the Host replied. "History, nature, conspiracy theories....it doesn't matter."

"Alright.....wait lemme go make some popcorn real quick." You got up from the couch, starting up the movie. "You want some, too, Host?"

"No thank you," he politely declined.

'Jeez...he's such a gentleman,' you mused, smiling as you headed to the kitchen to make yourself some popcorn. A few minutes later you returned with the buttery snack in a bowl and turned off the living room lights before you settled back down on the sofa.

For about an hour, you and him watched the documentary in comfortable silence, minus the sounds of you munching on your popcorn.

"Ow..."

Hearing the Host groan in pain, you glanced over worriedly when you saw him hunched over with his hands over his face. "You okay, Host?"

"I-I'm fine.." He muttered, sitting up and looking at you.

But you gasped in shock when you noticed that the cloth wrapped around his face was a deep, crimson red.....and blood was dripping down both of his cheeks like tears.

"Y-You're bleeding..."

"What..?" The Host went to touch his cheek, and you saw his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh..no....not this again..."

"Maybe we should change that cloth out or something," you told him, your concern growing as you watched the bandages growing more red with each passing second. But he shook his head, standing up. "D-Don't worry, [y/n]...th-this is just a..side effect of my abilities. It's...it's easily fixable. You'll have to excuse me for just a moment...."

Before you could get out another word, the Host walked briskly out of the living room, possibly to the bathroom. You weren't 100% convinced that he was fine. Judging from the many horror movies you've seen, bleeding from the eyes looked extremely painful.

And now you wondered just how bad the damage to his eyes was.

Pausing the movie, you got up and turned on the lights before making your way to the bathroom. There you saw the Host nervously narrating: "He stared into the mirror as the crimson liquid dripped down his chin, splattering the pristine-white bowl of the bathroom sink with red, before he began to shakily removed the bandages around his eyes..."

"Host..are you sure you're alright?"

He gasped, glancing over to see you in the bathroom doorway, before a frown settled on his face. "The Host insists that he is alright and kindly asks [y/n] to leave him be before she sees something that will scar-"

"No, it's fine," you protested, walking in, "I can stomach it. How...bad is the damage to your eyes exactly?"

"Bad enough that the Host refuses to burden anyone with such a grotesque sight," he answered. "Not even Mark has seen it. He then demands [y/n] one last time to leave."

'Not even Mark knows?!' You thought, horrified. 'It must be really bad then...'

"Host..please...just let me see-" But when you reached a hand out, the Host quickly grabbed it, making you wince at how tightly he grasped it.

"The Host tells her that his condition is none of her business and that if she wants to help....sh-she can help by leaving right now," he spoke, losing his calm tone of voice as he let go of your hand. 

"....alright," you sighed in defeat, rubbing your hand. "You know, if you're scared that I will look at you any differently....you're wrong." You then turned around and began to walk out. "But if you want me outta here then-"

"W-Wait...."

Stopping, you glanced back at the Host. ".....the Host, upon realizing how much [y/n] truly cares about him, decides that if she wanted to know how bad it is....he will let her see for herself. But he only prays that she does not scream or run away."

"I won't, I promise," you told him, walking back over to him. "I'm ready."

The Host nodded, unwrapping the cloth around his eyes and once he removed it, what you saw made your eyes wide and you cover your mouth in horror:

He had no eyes, only dark, blood-crusted sockets. It seemed like they were gouged out cleanly, though quite frankly you didn't wanna know how. There was also fresh blood that was dripping only mildly out of his sockets. It looked like something straight out of a horror flick.

After a few moments, you could finally speak. "Does...does it hurt?"

"What?" The Host tilted his head in confusion. "I was anticipating a...different reaction, not a question about whether this hurts me or not. But no...it usually doesn't....at least not physically." He tossed the old cloth in the trash and took a brand new one out of his coat's pocket.

"It's rare that the Host ever has to change these bandages out, but he always comes prepared," he muttered, wrapping the new cloth around his non-existent eyes. Once he did, he sighed and looked back at you. "The Host deeply apologizes to [y/n], hoping that what she saw did not-"

"It's fine, Host. Lemme just clean up that blood on your face."

Nodding, the Host sat on the edge of the bathtub while you went to get a facecloth. After wetting it with cool water you crouched down in front of him and began to wipe the now dry streaks of blood that were left on his face. 'At least the bleeding stopped..but God..how could he live like this..?'

"The Host thanks [y/n], telling her how much he appreciates this..even though he did nothing to deserve this at all."

"Anytime," you smiled, rinsing the blood out of the facecloth before putting it on the counter. Once you did you turned back to the Host. "Now that's all cleared up...I think we have a movie to finish." You extended your hand down to him. "Shall we?"

A small smile appeared on his lips as he took your hand. "The Host--I mean...I agree, [y/n]."