Chapter 12

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"You know, you're quite the mischievous man".

Dream let out a sly artificial giggle. Even after everything, Dream was still the same. Sam couldn't help but come back to him, he was intrigued by the masked man. However, he did take everything Dream said with a grain of salt.

"Tell me about your friends"

"Why should I?"

"They seem to care a lot about you"

"They don't...They think I hate them"

"Well, is it true?"

"No..."

"Exactly, so tell me"

"What can I even tell you...?"

"Things that people already know but I don't"

"Well, I slept with..."

Dream counted in this head. It had been a while since he's thought about his friends.

"One or maybe more"

"I didn't need to know that, Dream. Wait, how many people know about that?"

"They flaunt it like a prize"

"People brag about sleeping with you..."

Dream stood up and posed.

"Who wouldn't? I'm just that sexy"

Sam laughed and just let Dream pose. Sam cheered him on, it was better than having him not do anything. Dream was a lot more comfortable in the cell, probably because of Sam's company. Sam knew he was suppose to make Dream's jail time as miserable as possible but he couldn't help but enjoy the inmate's company.

Sometimes Dream reminded him of Ponk...He loved his Ponkie a lot but he'd never get to see him...not after what he did...

Every night Sam would just burst into tears, beating himself down for what he did. Like what kind of person cuts off his lover's arm?! Every time he thinks about what he did, it hurts but not as much as he hurt Ponk...

He tried to hide it but his face was full of blocked out grief. Seeing Ponk in tears, screaming and begging him to stop echoed through his head. Same felt ashamed. The only person in the world that he loved, cherished, and cared about was now gone.

Even if he dared to get near Ponk, he would just be called a monster and left there. It hurt so much. He wanted to cry so much, he just wanted his lover back. He didn't want his love to run away. He didn't want Ponk to run away...

He would ask others to see how Ponk was doing almost everyday. They would tell him that he was alright but they also said there was always a photo hidden in his pocket.

Sam would ask if the figured out what it was but they would always say they knew but they wouldn't tell.

Sam missed seeing Ponk. It was hard to sleep at night. Sleeping in a empty bed was horrible.

"Uh, Earth to Sam?"

"Oh! Sorry, Dream...Daydreaming.."

"You're crying, Sam"

"I...I am?"

"Yea, you don't feel the tears?"

Sam raised his hand to his face, there were actually tears. He cleaned his face and breathed heavily.

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know, Dream. I just don't know"

"Do you want to leave now?"

"Yea...will that be okay?"

"Yea, it's not like I will be going anywhere"

Dream laughed, knowing his expense. Sam got up and waved to Dream. He walked and locked up the cell. He walked towards the exit. He decided the best think to do is go home, shower, and sleep.

That was all he had been doing most of the time. He kept himself physically healthy but not mentally.

He walked into the grass before his eyes widen at the sight. Ponk was standing there, staring at Pandora. It was almost as if he was anticipating on whether or not he should go in.

Sam hurried to him and grabbed his arm. Ponk squirmed and screamed. Sam let go of him and looked him, terrified and guilty.

"Ponkie, it's just me..."

"I'm well fucking aware"

"What are you doing here..?"

"I was just walking and happened to get distracted. I'm sorry, I'll take my leave"

Sam grabbed Ponk and hugged him tightly. He sobbed and just kept going.

"I'm sorry...please just don't leave me...I..Please..I love you so much..I'm sorry.. Don't leave me, Ponkie".

"Sam. I'm not your Ponkie anymore. I can't stay"

Ponk pulled away but Sam held onto him. Ponk let tears flow and he shook his head.

"I...I'm sorry..I just can't"

"Please, Ponkie. You can..."

"Same, I can't do this..I can't stay and let you hurt me again...and you physically and mentally did it. You chose a book over me...LOOK AT MY ARM, SAM!! IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Ponk pulled away and ran off. Sam held his head in agony and anger. He hissed before exploding, making a crater.

"FUCK!!"

He breathed heavily and calmed down, he climbed out the crate he made. He ran to him house and went in. He went in his room and laid on his bed. He stared at his framed picture of him and Ponk on Valentine's day for hours before passing out.

This wouldn't be the last interaction that Sam will have with Ponk.


A/N:Fuck! I've been working on the same chapter for so long. Anyways added a little bit of sadness, literally cried while writing this.

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