♜ 𝙼𝚌𝚢𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ♚(INDEFINITE HIATUS)

☆ 𝙱𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 • 𝙰𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚖𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚔 ☆

Summary: Sam just lost his first life, and is now very weakened and shaken up. Ponk is there to help him through it, and after a heartfelt apology from Sam, they share a long overdue kiss.

DreamSMP(definitely not canon)

You might get a part 3(ooh, aaahh.)

It's hard to explain, but I've always imagined Sam with these spines going from the top of his head to the tip of his tail, and they raise when he gets excited/scared/angry, and I'll probably mention it a lot in AwesamPonk chapters.

Four armed Sam and metal arm Ponk

CW: very very mild gore, some sad themes, these men need hugs, they get hugs and kisses too.

If there are any spelling errors, let me know!

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Awesamdude was slain by Dream

Dark. That was Sam's first thought.

Everything was dark. He could see nothing but never ending darkness.

Cold. That was his second thought.

It was fucking freezing. It felt like he'd been submerged in icy water, and no matter how much he tried to swim to the surface, there was just always more water above him.

Was this his limbo? He hoped not.

Turns out it wasn't, because after a few moments of panic, he was suddenly on a train.

Everything outside the windows was dark, but if he looked closely he could barely make out quickly moving pillars.

He sighed, resting his head against the window of the train and closing his eyes.

This was going to take a while, huh?

And before he knew it, he was drifting off.

A quick rest won't hurt, he is really tired after all.

Sam woke up, but he wasn't on the train anymore. He was laying on a bed, thick covers over him. It definitely wasn't his bed, but the creeper honestly couldn't find it in himself to care. He was so tired, and whoever's bed he was in was so fucking comfortable.

Unfortunately, the world had other plans.

Something was poking at his side, and it kinda stung for some reason.

He let out a hiss, spines raising as he tried to get away from the sensation.

"I know Sammy, just bear with me." Ponk's voice graced his ears, a cold metal hand cupping his cheek.

Sam immediately stopped moving, letting out a low purr as Ponk's thumb brushed his cheekbone. In his tired mind, being with Ponk was the best place to be. The stinging came back, but the hybrid tried to stay still.

"Good boy, Sam. Good boy."

He heard the younger whisper, and although the stinging sensation was uncomfortable, he was also rewarded for staying still with praise, so it was a win in his book.