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Ponk sat in the cell he had been in for a few days now, staring at the same wall, new thoughts running through his head every second. Every time he tried to think of why he was here, the only reason that came to his mind was that Sam hated him now, and just didn't want to admit it. But in all logic he knew that he had the key card, and he knew Sam wanted it back, but he wasn't going to give him it. He knew it was broken, probably by the fact he had accidentally snapped it in half whilst trying to find all of the others. He thought Sam would be even more angry than he had been so he hid it in his enderchest and pretended that he hadn't seen that certain key card. But now he was stuck in the cell, thinking his lover hated him and that he wasn't going to ever see him the way he had seen him before.

Then the door opened, revealing the same figure as yesterday, and by a quick glance at the clock, it was the same time as yesterday too. Only this time was a bit different. Instead of Sam staring Ponk down, Sam was leaning against the door frame, panting heavily. Ponk tried to back away, not knowing what was going on, only to be met with the cold of the stone walls through his shirt. So instead he sat in the middle of the small bed, glaring at Sam. He wasn't acting like normal. He didn't look normal either. His usually neat hair was messy and falling over his face, his eyes seemed darker than they usually did too, the usually bright red changing to a more of a blood red. Everything started getting stranger when Sam walked up to Ponk, staring down at him, not saying a thing. Ponk was hit with a different smell than usual. Usually Sam had the scent of worn out cologne and smoke, but now when Ponk could smell him he could smell something sweet, sort of like caramel.

The creeper didn't say a thing, he only walked away. But this time, he left the cell door open, he didn't lock it, he didn't even close the door at all. He just left it wide open. So Ponk followed Sam out of the room where he was and through a series of corridors. Despite Sam letting him out basically, he was still cautious of how much noise he was making and opening doors. Luckily Sam was opening the doors wide enough for Ponk to slip through before they closed and his footsteps were loud enough for Ponk to disguise his own with the creeper's. Then a familiar corridor, one that Ponk had seen before.

At the end of the hallway, there was a door, the door to the camera room. If Sam saw that, he would see that Ponk wasn't in his cell. And strangely Sam seemed to be back to his normal self, the smell of smoke and cologne and smoke replacing the bittersweet of caramel, and his breathing had steadied. Ponk shrugged it off, he didn't bother asking, especially since he was a bit scared now. So when they reached the staff room, Ponk went inside instead of waiting outside and being seen by the camera above the door. So there he stood, by the door. Sam was searching through the various chests in the room and moving a few things from one chest to another whilst mumbling to himself about something Ponk couldn't quite hear. Not that he cared. If he couldn't hear, then he was less likely to say anything. Ponk stood in silence for another maybe ten minutes before finally saying something, "Hey Sammy?"

Sam whipped his head around, grabbing Ponk's neck and forcing him against the wall. The smaller choked on his own breath hitching in his throat and started to cough, making Sam let go. But he only watched as the other fell to his knees and struggled for breath. Ponk caught his breath again and stood, looking Sam in the eyes with fear. His eyes were back to their usual glow, piercing through Ponk as if he weren't even there. But he was sure he was, the pain in his throat and the slight pressure now on his shoulder he could tell that it wasn't some weird dream he was having and he was right there. "How the fuck did you get out? Did you get out of the cell before I closed it?" Ponk shook his head, too scared to answer.