What more could I loose? // awsamponk

1 - the red banquet is tense

"Stay calm, ponk. Everything will be okay."

Bad reassured ponk while tying a tie around ponks collar of his shirt. "You won't have to talk to him, he just has to be here, alright?" Ponk nodded, avoiding eye contact with bad. Though what bad had said was a nice gesture, nothing helped ponk anymore.

"I'm scared bad." Ponks few words were laced with a saddened tone as he looked up at the taller man that stood in front of him. "That's- no- I'm terrified." Ponk teared up. It made bad start to sympathize for him, the last thing he needed was a representative of the egg crying at the banquet.

"Hey, don't cry ponk, how about..you stay with foolish until it begins? Aren't you guys friends?" Bad suggested as he put a hand on ponks shoulder. Ponk started to feel like a burden, that's far from what he wanted to be. Especially too bad. He nodded, using a hand to wipe away the formed tears. "That's better!" Bad smiled at ponk, "just take a few minutes alright? I hear the guests talking. just breathe alright?" Bad patted ponks shoulder before walking out.

Ponk heard the footsteps slowly fade into the quiet talking behind the wall. Ponk took a deep breath, looking down at the floor. "Don't cry." He whispered to himself. he exhaled slowly, turning the corner and looking out into the large room. There were a few people, puffy, Hannah, and a couple of others. They stood along the dance floor, drinks in their hands as they laughed and talked about their lives.

Ponk hated his life. He would never talk about his.

Ponk made his way over to the entrance of the room, where bad and ant stood greeting people. He walked up the stairs, standing on the opposite side of them. He stayed mostly silently, doing as he was told and taking people's jackets and hanging them up, a simple "hello" or "good afternoon" when people would greet him. He tried to avoid eye contact, his mind was rushing with thoughts for when he arrived.

"Good afternoon, sam."

Ponks heart stopped. He looked up, and there he was.

There was sam.

Sam greeted bad and ant, ponk couldn't help but stare at him. Sam in a tuxedo, sliding off his jacket as he made small talk with bad, looking over at ponk, the two made uncomfortable eye contact for a few seconds, "you look beautiful tonight ponk.." Sam mumbled, enough for the only ponk to hear as he handed ponk his jacket. Ponk teared up, looking away as he hung the coat on the hanger. Sam proceeded to look at ponk for a few more seconds, desperately wanting something. Some sort of answer. But nothing came. He sighed, not wanting to hurt ponk anymore as he walked down the rest of the steps. Ponk didn't turn around until he knew sam was gone.

He looked at bad, tears streaming down his face as he looked down before he walked into one of the rooms behind him, a small room that would've been used as extra storage in case anyone brought extra things. Grey walls, a few shelves with nothing on them, and a chair. Bad sighed, he'd rather ponk calm down than greet guests looking so upset. He gestured ant to take ponks place.

Ponk started shaking, he cried his best to keep his composure. His smile, hair, his tuxedo, god everything about Sam- ponk admired everything about Sam for the few seconds he did. It hurt him, he would never admit it but he loved sam, loved him more than anything. Sam had hurt him, in more ways than imaginable. Never once did he apologize. Ponk spent his nights breaking down, foolish would come some nights when they were bad, comforting him until he either fell asleep or until morning. Every time ponk even thought about Sam- he never stopped thinking about Sam. He loved him and there was nothing he could do about it. He leaned back in the chair, his head resting on the wall behind him as he took deep breaths.

Then, he heard a voice being greeted, foolish.

Ponk quickly wiped away his tears, standing up and taking a couple of deep breaths before walking out, gaining attention from the three people that stood before them. "Foolish!" Ponk said happily, running over to him and hugging him tightly. "Everything alright..?" It wasn't the hardest thing to see ponks red eyes, and the tear stains, it was obvious he'd been crying just moments ago. Ponk didn't want to lie to foolish, he shook his head.

He was never "alright" anymore.

Foolish nodded as ponk let go, grabbing his hand slightly aggressive as he walked downstairs, foolish followed a little confused on why ponk wouldn't give a straight answer. He looked at ponk, who was walking a little fast towards the table. "Slow down ponk we have time-" foolish stopped walking, pulling ponk back towards him, who quickly turned over to face him. "What's going on ponk?" Foolish asked, concerned for his friend. Ponk paused, looking down for a moment before back up, "nothing foolish. Just..a little stressed." Foolish hummed in agreement, his eyes on the creeper hybrid on the other side of the dance floor, talking to puffy. Foolish started to piece together why ponk was looked so upset and stressed out. "Ponk..I'll always be here you know that? I won't let him hurt you.." ponk nodded, a little happier as a small smile formed on his face. "..thanks foolish."

"Hey foolish!..hey ponk.." sams voice softened at ponks name, while ponk tensed up, he stared down at the floor. All he thought to himself was a simple, "don't cry." as he took a deep breath. Foolish looked at Sam, "Hey Sam. We were just talking about you." Ponk looked up at foolish, "no. No, we weren't foolish." Ponk glared at him,  "nevermind. We weren't talking about you.." foolish chuckled, moving a hand behind his neck. Sam gave the two a confused look for a moment before chuckling,

"I tend to have that effect on people..isn't that right, Ponky?"

Sam had a smug look plastered on his face as ponk stared wide-eyed at the ground for a moment before doing a small, fake cough.

"Oh look, I'm allergic to cocky fucking rat looking- you know what, let's just go foolish."

Ponk pretended to stop himself from going off at sam, yet reality not knowing where he was going with it. He grabbed foolishs wrist, storming away as foolish awkwardly waved to sam. Sam waved back, though his eyes were purely on ponk. Ponks insides were twisting, his head spinning as he walked away, he really just said that to sam. He never thought he had the courage to even talk to Sam- yet here he was, he said a full sentence to him, and he was a little proud of getting over his fear.

"Foolish why would you talk to him! Why didn't you tell him to fuck off!" Ponk turned around and faced foolish. "I don't know- why- why didn't you! You seem fine talking to him!" Foolish tried to gather words to say to ponk, but all he could do was reverse the question. "I'm not fine- do I LOOK fine to you?" Foolish looked ponk up and down, who was shaking, his breathing was heavy. "Oh..no you dont-" ponk glared at foolish, his eyes glanced at Sam, who was still looking at him while leaning against the wood table, talking to puffy. "Just..try to focus on me, alright?" Ponk nodded slowly, averting his eyes towards foolish.

The two spent the rest of that night talking and laughing, ponk had forgotten sam was even there. The rest of the night was eventful, ponk was even able to pull a cocky comment directed towards sam in a toast,

"I would like to say a few words as well bad, if that's alright with you." Bad looked over and ponk, nodding with a smile on his face. Ponk stood up, all eyes on him. Sam's eyes are on him. He was nervous, but did a good job of hiding it.

"Well..long ago, a wise man- he once told me..people change like the tides of the ocean.." ponks eyes immediately averted to sams, direct eye contact as Sam looked at him, an unamused and upset face stared at ponk. Ponk made sure to keep his composure, there was no way he was losing it in the middle of a speech. "And now, I do that they do." Ponk looked away from Sam, before continuing.
"And after today, I'm happy to say all of our opinions on the egg will change for the better, and that they'll be no more arguments, fights, just friendship and plenty more!" Ponk took a deep breath as he sat down, biting his lip to try and stop himself from tearing up as everyone brought their glasses up, the next person starting their toast. Ponk stared down at the plate. He would occasionally look up, sam glancing at him often with a look that could mean multiple things. Bored, sad, concerned perhaps? Ponk didn't know. Nor did he know if he wanted to.

That night, foolish didn't make it. He died.

Ponk couldn't stop them. He couldn't do anything.

Ponk went home that night, foolish didn't come to comfort him.

He was alone.