○MCYT○ Mini Stories

{How Ponk Forgave Sam}

Ponk looked in the mirror and couldn't help but fell sick.
His hoodie sleeve had now been tied up in a knot, it had been months nearly a year, since it went down.
Ponk looked at his desk, it was filled with notes on Sam's behaviour, appearance and of course his actions.
Ponk felt as if Sam was just all there in his head, and he did admit he did steal from the prison which was a dumb move but at the same time, this wasn't the Sam he knew or loved.
. . .
Ponk had enough.
Ponk grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, quickly scribbling a note as best as he could.

"Sam. We need to talk."
"Meet me at The Picnic Date Location, come with no weapons or armour."
"I'm no going to avoid the issue by hiding anymore, I'm ready to talk to you and you need to talk to me."

Ponk folded his letter as best as he could with one hand,"Jeez, this is difficult. . . And I thought being in a wheelchair was hard. . .", Pomk shivered at the memories of that experience.

~

Ponk entered the Prison and immediately felt the cold surround him it was like the place was trapped in this cold state.
Ponk then saw Sam asleep at the desk, his hair was a mess, dark circles under his eyes and of course coffee.
Ponk slowly walked over to the desk and put the note near Sam's hand, before he rung the little bell on the table and ran.

Sam groaned at the sound of the bell,"Quackity. . . Fuck off. . .", Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes, thinking Quackity came early only to find the place empty.
Confused, then Sam noticed a poorly folded note near his hand, Sam picked it up and unfolded, quickly rubbing his eyes a bit to wake up more.
. . .
Sam felt his heart stop, he knew who wrote this and felt panic wash over him.
Sam rested his head in his arms and felt tears whelming up in his eyes,"Why. . . Why. . .", he didn't want to remember the incident. . . He didn't want to remember the stupid thing he did. . .
. . .
But he had to met Ponk, he just had to hold back his tears of guilt. . .
. . .

~

Ponk sat on the blanket looked out at the night sky, he was worried Sam wouldn't come as he saw a bit of the reaction to the note.
Then he heard a chest open, he turned and saw Sam dump his weapons and armour in a chest.
Now looking at each other, they saw how much they changed.
Ponk's veins and eyes are still red but more in control of himself while Sam almost looked dead, Ponk could see Sam's hair was a mess and the circles under his eyes.
"Ehm. . . You wanted to. . . See me. . .", Ponk nods, "Yeah, I uh. . . Did. . .", Ponk patted a spot next to him, while Sam hesitated he slowly walked over and sat down next go Ponk.
They had the perfect view of the Smp, especially at night.
Ponk and Sam were silent, both had not spoken since the Banquet and the incident, not properly at least.
Ponk cleared his throat,"So uh. . . You got my note. . .", Sam nods,"Mhm. . ." ,"So, you know what this conversation is about. . .", Sam glanced at Ponk, but his eyes drifted to his arm and making Sam look away immediately and try to hold back tears,"Y-Yeah. . .", Ponk sighed turned to Sam,"Sam. I want a clear answer from you, do you feel remorse?", "Of course I do!", "Look at me, Sam.", Sam gulped and turned to Ponk, he didn't want to look him in the eyes,"Sam. What do you feel like the prison is to you, is it just a job or is it something else.", Sam thought about the prison, the cold aura and all the times he was alone because he had to keep watch. . . He had to. . . He couldn't fail Tommy again. . . Or the Smp. . .
"It. . . It feels like. . . When I enter the Prison, it's like something cold takes over me or. . . Feel like I'm being watched. . .", Ponk watched as his former lover covered his ears,"Voices. . . Tommy's. . . Yours. . . The whole Smp. . . Saying all those things. . .", Ponk was surprised, but he now had a better understanding; Sam was not getting out more so he's more consumed into this prison, it didn't help that the others aren't showing any sign if mercy to him and it's probably all because he did 2 or 3 bad things and they think he's like Dream.
. . .
But Ponk knew neither of them were ever like this before, he knew better than that.
Ponk was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Sam sob, removing his mask Ponk could see tears streaming down his face and so much guilt in his eyes.
Ponk pulled his former lover close as he burst into tears and was apologising endlessly.
"I-I'm. . . I'm sorry. . .! I'm so-*hic* Sorry, Ponk. . .!"
"I'm here Sam. . . I'm right here. . ."
As they broke the hug, Sam could feel his whole body shake and tears continuing to stream down his face while Ponk could see that Sam's walls of emotional defence was now weaker than before, Sam looked at Ponk,"A stupid apology won't fix the bull I did. . .", "You're right. . . But this could. . ", as Sam processed those words, Ponk pulled out a blueprint of a mechanical arm,"This could though.", "H-Huh. . .?", Sam wiped his tears and tired to take a deep breath as he looked at the blueprint,"Foolish helped me. . . I want to make a Mechanical Arm but I'm not hood at Mechanics like you. . .", Ponk looked at Sam,"You can, help me build it right. . .?", Sam looked at the arm, it was simple and a little complex at the same time, but wiped his tears on his sleeve,"I mean-. . . I'm not good at maths, Ponk. . . What if I make a mistake. . .?", "Then I'll help correct you. . . Please?", Sam looked at Ponk and then at the paper, before he nods and smiles a little,"Yeah. . . Yeah, I'll try. . .", Ponk smiled from under his mask.

~

Over the passing months, Ponk  and Sam met up everyday at the same time to work on the mechanical arm.
At first it was awkward, but slowly Ponk and Sam began to talk about their feelings again, share stories about one another and Foolish noticed the change as well, happy that his parental figures are slowly but surely going back to normal.
Other members could see the difference, Sam was more alive but not open or loud, but he definitely has been talking to Ponk more, been more open to his feelings to him and of course getting more colour in his face, finally making the others realise that it was too much responsibility to let Sam run the prison alone and force him into just staying there all his life.
Most of them at least.

~

Ponk looked at his new arm, after months of work it was ready and attached to his stub.
Ponk admired their work on the arm, he had never felt so happy to have an arm again!
Ponk immediately hugged Sam,"Thank you!", Sam was surprised but hugged back,"No worries Ponk. . . Just, hope you don't feel werid about it. . .", Ponk shook his head as he slipped on a pair of black gloves,"Not at all. But Sam, this means the world to me. Just as much as you do.", Sam went a little red at the comment, but he smiled and held Ponk close,"I'm glad I could help.", Ponk smiled at Sam, glad to see him happy again.