♡ AweSamPonk Oneshots [book 2] ♡

Prisoner

Warnings: angst, possible lore spoilers, mentions of what could be considered abuse, poor mental health conditions

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The warden sat in his office, his frame adorned with shimmering golden armor and face covered with a gas mask. It had been months since he had last seen sunlight, it had been even longer since he talked to anyone besides the single prisoner. He was alone.

Sam arose from his seat and walked over to the door, slowly exiting the room to check on the inner workings of the prison. The redstone repeaters, torches, and other things were working like normal, nothing was wrong. After examining everything, the warden left, heading back into his office and checking on Dream via the hidden cameras. After seeing the prisoner huddled in the corner, his head on his knees, Sam gently picked up a photo that sat on his desk, its frame looking a little worn from how many times he grabbed it. The photo was of his everything, his beloved Ponk, the only person on the entire server that made him feel... something.

As Sam fondly looked over the picture, tears of frustration and misery pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. He wiped his eyes and set the photo down, inhaling deeply before standing once more and leaving the room.

This was basically Sam's daily routine, he did any paperwork he needed to do, then he checked the redstone, then he would reminisce over the time he lost with Ponk, and then he would pace. The warden paced around the prison for nearly the rest of the day, his heavy boots thunked on the floors as he went, being the only sound throughout the prison besides the soft bubbling of lava.

Pacing was the only thing that kept Sam sane, it was the only thing that kept him present. For any time his mind wandered, he began to lose himself. Lose himself to the monster that fed on his feelings of sorrow, guilt, and the ever present feeling of being trapped.

Sam was a prisoner within his own prison, doomed to pace the halls for eternity until he or the prisoner succumbed to the inevitable. Death.

It was a sad reality Sam lived in, but he lived it nonetheless, taking his job very seriously and doing it well. He never expected to eventually get a visitor, nonetheless the man he yearned to hold.

He never expected to amputate his lover's hand, either.

The overbearing darkness of the prison began to consume him, causing him to lose himself and the man he once was.

It was maddening.