AweSamDude and Ponk oneshots (Read the description please!)

○ Foolish Dreams ○

Warnings: angst

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Love is dead, and never existed. All you did is betray me while I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread. - Mintyton

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As the young man sat with a tear stained face, he thought about all of the dreams he had had, dreams of a nice and loving relationship, dreams of a beautiful family, dreams of a happy life... none of it was meant to be, they were just some foolish dreams. He lifted his head and watched as a figure approached and kneeled before him, extending a gentle hand, "Come with me, and I will change your entire world, or, you can stay here and live in the past, letting it affect your every waking moment." The young man cautiously took the hand offered to him, being gently pulled to his feet, "Our future awaits!" The taller then gently pulled him along, gaining speed until they were running. That was the first time Ponk had smiled in months, the remnants of his broken love faded away just like that as he made new memories and shared new experiences with this man, Sam.

Ponk had never been so happy, he enjoyed the various shenanigans the two got into, he enjoyed relaxing with Sam, he didn't even mind occasionally cuddling, though they didn't do it much as it sometimes made Sam uncomfortable. Ponk didn't mind the few things Sam asked him to avoid, he would respect Sam's boundaries as Sam respected his. He had never been in a relationship with an asexual person before, but it seemed no different from others, minus the fact that Sam wasn't chasing after promiscuous things like others had in the past. They took things slow and everything worked out, from the times where Ponk jolted awake in the middle of the night due to a PTSD attack, causing Sam to run into the room, to the days when Sam got so worked up he nearly exploded, so he had to lay in his bed all day, cooling down from the sudden rise in body heat and near chemical reaction. Ponk loved Sam dearly, figuring it was finally time to do something pretty extreme, but he was beaten to it.

On a chilly summer morning, Sam lead Ponk to the barn he had recently finished building, their feet ended up getting drenched from the dew on the grass. When Sam gently guided Ponk to one of the back stalls, the shorter stopped, his eyes widening as they shifted to the creature residing within. A small yellow calf with lemon saplings spotting its pelt was sleeping peacefully, his eyelashes curled in such a beautiful way that they complimented his cute little nose perfectly. The uneven light yellow patches covering the calf reminded Ponk of a Moobloom or Mooshroom, the way the calf tucked his hooves neatly beneath himself was so cute as well. "I thought you'd like him... there's something I have to grab from his stall though, give me a second," the creeper hybrid carefully walked into the stall, causing the calf to raise his head, which was just what Sam wanted so he could reach the collar dangling from the calf's neck. The taller gently unhooked something from the collar and stood back up, walking over to Ponk and holding out the object. It was a delicate golden key, it sparkled bright in the little shafts of light that filtered through the barn, "The key to my heart!" Sam exclaimed, his tone endearing. Ponk laughed, "Sam! That's so sweet!!" He gently took the key in his hands, turning it over a few times and examining it in all its beauty. Sam gave Ponk a goofy smirk before being pulled into a loving hug, "I love you so much..."

As those words slipped from Ponk's mouth, everything began to grow fuzzy, everything felt weird, pixely, distorted. The shorter's eyes widened as everything faded away around him, bringing him back to the crushing reality, where he was sitting on a curb, crying his fool heart out and thinking about past life decisions. He was attempting to live in a memory, shape it to how he wanted it to unfold, become trapped in that moment and never leave, he was attempting to escape reality. Ponk sighed heavily as he wiped his tears, that was a past life, a past time, a foolish dream. The young man arose from his spot and walked off into the night, not knowing where he was headed or what he was doing, he just walked out of the city. He never looked back, just continued to walk and hum a soft tune, a tune of a forgotten time, and a forgotten love, the tune of a foolish dreamer.