♜ 𝙼𝚌𝚢𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ♚(INDEFINITE HIATUS)

♤ 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 • 𝙰𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚖𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚔 ♤

Summary: Sam is going to lose his first life, but can't let himself go without saying goodbye to someone.

DreamSMP(not entirely canon)

Four armed Sam & Metal arm Ponk

Will have a part 2!

CW: Mild gore, character death, crying, sorta maybe ooc? Idk.

If there are any spelling mistakes, let me know!

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Sam felt all the air leave his lungs as Dream stabbed him in the side. The blonde man kicked him off the blade, the hybrid's back sliding down a wall as he sat on the now bloody obsidian.

"I'll see you later, Sam." Dream said, patting the creeper on the shoulder in a condescending way before turning on his heel.

"W-wait, don't-" Sam wheezed out, clutching his wound tightly in hopes to stop the bleeding. He didn't want to die alone.

His words fell on deaf ears though, as Dream walked down the hall and left him there.

He had never lost a life before, and frankly he was extremely scared to lose his first like this. He didn't know what to expect, and that frightened him more than the idea of dying. He hated the unknown.

As the blood flowed from his injury, Sam's vision became blurry and his grip on the wound became weaker and weaker. He could feel the cold, unrelenting hands of death pulling him into the icy pool of numbness, making his breaths weak and his head fuzzy. It hurt so bad.

But his eyes wouldn't shut.

There was still a lingering thought in his mind, one thing that he knew he wouldn't be dying without.

With weak, shaky hands, he pulled out his communicator.

Ring, ring, ri-

"What the fuck do you want Sam." Ponks voice boomed through the communicator, bouncing off the walls. He sounded pissed, but that didn't make the feeling of peace any less for Sam.

Both ends of the line were quiet as Sam took a labored breath, exhaling shakily as his body shut down.

"...Ponk.." The creeper breathed out, voice so faint that the human could barely even hear him.

"Sam? What's wrong with you-" Ponk began, but it was on deaf ears as his words blended together in Sam's head.

"..Ponk..." He called again, weakly reaching up to pull his mask and goggles off. He wanted to he free of the chains he put on himself. "I-I'm not going to m.." He trailed off, eyes feeling heavy as the burning pain in his abdomen made itself known again.

"I'm not going to make it." He finally said, taking another shuddering breaths.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with you?" Ponk asked again, seemingly a bit more concerned. The hybrid was acting weird, and his voice sounded strained.

"I'm gonna die, Ponkie."

Time froze for Ponk, who was peacefully sitting beneath a lemon tree. Those four words were something he'd never wanted to hear, no matter how much shit Sam did. He could barely even think.

"I'm.. I'm honestly pretty scared, but I guess I should have seen this coming." The creeper joked, voice barely even audible. Talking was becoming difficult for him, and Ponk could tell.

Judging by the way his breaths were labored and shaky, the human knew there wasn't anything he could do. Sam wasn't able to be saved, there's no way Ponk would ever make it in time no matter where Sam was.

"Why are you calling me?" Ponk questioned, voice slightly shaky. "I can't- I can't save you-!"

The man on the other line let out a strained chuckled, followed by a muffled groan of pain.

"I know." He whispered. "I just-" He was interrupted by a cough, breathing becoming increasingly challenging.

"I can't go without you."

Sam leaned his head against the wall, tears beginning to stream down his face. He was in a hallway of the prison, back against the wall as he sat in a puddle of his own blood. This isn't exactly how he wanted to go, but it didn't matter anyway.

Ponk was quiet for a moment, before sniffling harshly and leaning back against the trunk of the tree.

"I'm here, Sammy. Close your eyes, okay? Just relax." He mumbled in a soft tone, trying his damn best to keep his voice steady. "It'll be okay."

Sam let out a shaky sighed, melting slightly as if the man was actually with him. His grip on his communicator faltered, eyes slipping shut as the drowsiness finally got to him.

"..Will you be there when I wake up?" Sam asked hesitantly. He didn't want to die alone, but he especially didn't want to wake up after losing a life alone. He's seen how weak and confused it makes you.

Ponk hesitated. Would he?

Yes, he eventually decided. It seemed like something in Sam had changed. It's worth a shot to try and make him better.

"Of course."

Sam smiled, a crooked, wobbly smile, and let himself go. He took a few more shaky breaths, before everything went quiet.

Awsamdude was slain by Dream

The message made Ponk choke up, whispering a quiet 'goodbye' to Sam before hanging up.

He stood up from the tree, making sure his arm was fastened tight before beginning the annoyingly long journey to Sam's base.

He'd be there when Sam woke up.