"Tonight we answer the age-old question: 'Hollywoo stars and celebrities: what do they know? Do they know things? Let's find out!' And now our first-ever guest..."
As Ponk drives home, watching one of his favourite TV shows on the screen in front of him, he finds his mind constantly wondering off to think of you again. He's kind of worried. Not even necessarily about something you might do: as much as you're obviously unwell, it doesn't seem like you're one to lose control of yourself quickly. No, the things that concern him are the events that seem to keep happening to you. For some reason, you seem to continuously be the victim of some kind of a tragedy. Death follows you around. Now, he's had many patients living with this similar case, except with them, the tragedy seemed to happen, spread over a longer period of time. But for you, it's like it's like a sudden storm just coming in to make your life a bit worse. It's a lot in a short time, so it's less constant and harder to get used to.
Some of his others have, even if their experiences were still traumatizing, had the option to get used to it. But your life just seems to be getting more and more unpredictable with the second and he wonders what this might do to you in the end. You've told him about Dream and Wilbur's unhealthy behaviour too, and he wonders with whom it'll end.
As said before, he thinks you have a great sense of self-control. Even if you walk around with a strong hatred towards yourself, you don't act that impulsively. He wonders what happens when you'll snap.
He hopes that if – or when – that happens, he won't have to be there.
After he's parked his car in front of his house, he lets out a sigh. He's not at all looking forward to getting inside. But as soon as he sees the inhuman creatures walking in and out of the house, he only gets curious. Curious and suspicious, that is.
As he enters his house, he finds Sam in the living room working on his robot. Sounds come out of the basement, where the weird creatures also come out of and walk into constantly, and when Sam catches his partner's eyes, he immediately manages to give Ponk a quite interesting answer. "We're building an indoor playhouse for Tommy and Tubbo."
"I- We? Who's we? What are these things? You can't have made them, right?" Sam stands up and approaches Ponk in silence, holding his hands in his pockets. He's wearing different clothing than usual. More comfortable. Ponk is used to seeing him in his golden clothes, especially those he wears for protection while working on Sam Nook. But now, he isn't. Has he lost his mind?
"Y/N. Y/N and I. They created them. They're called Sklergons." What?
"Sam, I really don't think it's healthy for you to spend too much time with Y/N," Ponk lies, instead thinking the opposite. As much as he cares for his partner, he's noticed a change in behaviour ever since he met them. However, before Ponk has even finished his sentence, Sam speaks.
"I want to break up." His statement is sudden. Honestly, it throws Ponk off quite a lot, but their relationship has been crumbling for a longer time now, so surprised he was not. Yet, he feels uneasy. Uneasy over what might be the cause of the end of 'them', since Ponk honestly expected it would be him to make that move.
"Is it because of them? Is it because of Y/N?" In no way does Ponk feel resentment towards you. However, the way he asked the question could make anyone believe that he did. Sam's silence is enough of an answer to Ponk, but it's not satisfying yet. "Do you like them, Sam? Romantically?" Sam turns away a little from Ponk and lets out a sigh.
"They don't like me back," he simply says. "At least, they're not ready yet for a relationship."
"They don't like you back indeed," Ponk agrees and Sam glares at him.
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Questionable Choices [Yan!DSMP x Reader]
FanficMany people have had questions regarding technology, but in a world like yours, are people still wondering? Who is to decide who is human and who isn't? This is a science fiction kind of AU Most spelling mistakes are intended Also a lot of swearin...