Title: Late Night Cuddles
Type: Fluff
Plot: Sam's tired and Ponk pays a visit.
Info: Real life smp with having to; sleep, drink, etc.
Also this takes place after Tommy's death but before the whole arm cut off thing.
And Ponk isn't in cahoots with the egg in this.
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Staying up all night can result in many different things. You can be almost drunk your so delirious, (Been there) or you can just be a walking zombie. (Also been there, I might have a problem-) Currently though Sam was the latter. Working a bank, prison, and also all the things with the egg wasn't exactly kind to his sleep schedule. While most didn't seem to notice the growing bags under the Wardens eyes, Ponk did and he was determined to help.
He knew that the prison was his best bet to finding Sam, considering he always had after hours tasks to do before he can head home. Mainly just stuff that would normally be done by staff.
When Ponk showed up he pushed the button. After a minute Sam showed to see what he needed. Upon seeing Sam, Ponk immediately knew that he hasn't been getting enough sleep. The man was tense and his eyes, while covered with the gas mask, just looked exhausted.
"Watcha need Ponkie..?"
"Are you okay Sam?" Ponk didn't mean to be so blunt but he was honestly caught off guard.
It seems Sam took a moment to process what Ponk said but just responded with a tired smile, "Of course, why wouldn't I be..?" Ponk's expression softened at that.
"Sam you look like you haven't gotten any sleep in days, so I'll ask again, are you okay?" Sam paused for a moment looking away not sure how honest he should be here.
"I'm fine. I mean besides the fact that a literal child died because I was to stupid to realize what was going on faster and could only stand there and watch as the kid with more trauma on his mind than anyone here bleed out. While also hearing the manic laughter of Dream, his freaking murder. And the only time I get any sleep is when my minds to exhausted to stay awake but then it's just nightmare after nightmare of all the stupid crap that I was to much of a wimp to prevent! Why can't I just suck it up? Everyone else here has had it way worse than me and yet I'm struggling? Gosh, how selfish can I get-?" Sam was cut off of his little breakdown by Ponk hugging him.
"Don't you dare call yourself any of that. Especially, selfish. You aren't any of that, you made a tough call in a situation that you had no control over happening. Also, do you realize how much trauma everyone of has on this server? You might set a world record if you managed to have it the worse out of everyone." Ponk said the last part with a chuckle, he got even happier though when he saw a small smile forming on Sam's face. "There's the smile I know and love!"
Sam laughed at that but it quickly fell. "I'm sorry for bothering you with my problems. You needed something and I just let out all of that. I shouldn't have done that."
"Sam, quit apologizing. You're fine. Also, that was kinda the whole reason I was here was to check on you."
"W-Why..? I'm not-" Sam immediately cut himself off after he realized what he was going to say, "s-sorry I'm doing it again... you probably don't want a full psyche check on me, again sorry..!"
"That's it."
"What..?"
"You're going to see Puffy for therapy and I'm going to enforce the fact that you're lying to yourself about your self worth. And you're gonna like it."
"Ponk I really don't wanna bother her about this also I'm most likely going to be to busy for therapy..."
"Than I'll help around this place also we can get Bad or Ant to finally do something around here."
"Ponk you really don't have to-"
"I'm doing it and you can't stop me. Unless it involves the prison then you can but with the therapy stuff. That. That I can enforce. Also, don't try to change my mind because it won't work." Ponk stated smiling, "now if you'll excuse me I'm going to talk to clouds for hair on getting you an appointment." With that Ponk started walking off. Sam sighed to himself, still keeping his fingers crossed that Puffy won't mind be bothered to much by this.
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I know it's not fluff but this is the closest I'll ever get to writing it. IT WAS MEANT TO END IN CUDDLES NOT FREAKING THERAPY.
Word Count: 797
