♡ AweSamPonk Oneshots [book 2] ♡

Sex With A Ghost

Warnings: use of the seggs words (still no NSFW lmao) 😳, possible DSMP lore spoilers, violence/mentions of, gore/blood/mentions of, language, implied/mentions of self harm/suicidal ideation

☆~ AYO this is a fleshed out oneshot from my sex with a ghost AU I came up with ages ago! Of course, there will be no NSFW, just usage of the word "sex" (omg how dirty 🤭💅). Possible brief summary of the AU at the end, but I'm not sure yet. Of course it will not go exactly as I planned due to my writing capabilities, but it will be close enough.~☆

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"I'm getting hickeys from my bed bugs,
I'm getting busy with a bad perfume,
I'm sticking kisses to a pen drug,
I'm making friction with a sad vacuum"
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Sam groaned, laying his head back to rest on the headboard of his bed. He was exhausted, the past few weeks at work had been kicking his ass in nearly every way possible. First, Dream nearly escaped, then Ranboo had tried to break in, a day later Tommy had tried to visit, but broke down and had a three hour long panic attack, some of the redstone suddenly stopped working, Sam had begun to experience black out periods, not remembering anything he did afterwards, and his mental health had taken a turn for the worst.

To say the least, Sam was mindfucked by the prison and surrounding duties, it made him more short tempered, irritable as well, causing his lover to change around him. As of late, Ponk had been really quiet and withdrawn, not mentioning many things or talking to him too much, it was worrying.

One day, Ponk hadn't come home, so Sam went to look for him. He looked all over the SMP, but couldn't find him, so he resorted to asking others.

"What do you mean 'where is Ponk?', you fucking mutilated him!" Tubbo scowled, thunking his axe into a nearby table.

"M-mutilated him...? What-?" Sam stuttered, clearly confused.

Tubbo narrowed his eyes, "He came by here earlier, nothing left of his left hand but a bloody stump. He said you'd lost it, lost all your marbles in the prison and tortured him. All for some fuckin' useless cards..."

Sam's eyes widened as memories of previous events started to slowly trickle back to him.

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"S-Sam! Plea-please stop! Lemme go! I-I'll give you a-all the key cards!! AAAGH! Fuck! Please, Sam!!!" Ponk cried in anguish as the fire and lava consumed him.

Sam just watched silently, watching the situation, watching the lava and fire slowly singe Ponk's skin and make him scream in agony.

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"I..." Sam trailed off, his brows furrowing with worry.

"Yeah, 'I...'. Can't even muster a word? Now get out of my house before I skin you alive." Tubbo huffed, the tattered remains of his ears flicking backwards.

"W-wait... Please- Please tell me he's ok- Where did he go-?" Sam exclaimed worriedly.

Tubbo scoffed, "As if he'd want you to know... He's safe, I patched him up the best I could an' then he left."

"Thank you." Sam nodded before leaving.

The creeper hybrid was severely troubled by this, why would he have done that? He mulled over what he could remember and allowed it to torture him. It hurt, yes, but it was nothing compared to what his dearly beloved Ponk went through, caused by his hand.

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"I'm getting jiggy with a rifle
I'll pull the trigger with my eyes closed
Hoping to hit you somewhere vital"
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It all began to slowly wither away, month after month, week after week, day after day. Sam's outward appearance and attitude degraded daily, showing more and more of the broken person he had become since he hurt Ponk.