DSMP oneshots [angst/fluff]

Red

[Anger]

Sam

Everything was a red blur. Red. Hate. Anger. Hatred towards The Egg. Towards the guy who was once his close friend. To the friend who came back back after 5 years and immideatly ruined everything again. To the friend who he had helped raise a kid once. To a friend who was no friend any longer.

Despite the argument & his 'friend' turning against him, himself he had managed to kill the Egg. It was dead, finally gone! A spark of happiness entered his body. It couldn't kill anybody no longer. It couldn't cause any chaos anymore. Finally, people will be saver.. Soon the spark of happiness faded away again, thinking about him. Badboyhalo..

Walking around in the forest only made his anger grow stronger. He started walking faster, but it didn't seem to help. There was a tree in front of him, and he stopped. He couldn't help it, he couldn't help but hit it out of rage. The blinding red hatred. In a shock he looked at his hand, at his knuckles who were bleeding & his pounding hand. A flashback crossed his mind, he saw a younger Sam & Ponk. A younger Sam, angered, sedated by the growing hate. Cold & manipulative, an axe is his hand. An axe covered in blood. In a shock he went back to reality. His hand was covered in blood, again. But this time his own blood, the blood caused by anger & rage..

Deep inside you're still the heartless monster you once were

No! It couldn't be.! This isn't him! He's not a monster anymore.!

Right..?

he turned around, to go back home. His anger had turned into weakness. No, his anger always had been his weakness. While walking he had his head hanging low. He needed to find peace again.. No. Not before he had found Ponk. He needed to find him first, or did he need to give him time? He didn't know, the only thing he himself really needed right now was medication & bandages.. He still wasn't recovered from the heavy flu what has been hitting him.

Walking through his front door, he saw his son & Dream. It looked like they were having a good time together.. he walked to the closet, where he grabbed a bandage. He wrapped the bandage around his, still bleeding fist. He sat down on the couch. The couch he had been sitting on a lot for the past few days. He didn't care anymore, the only he cared about right now was Ponk. He needed to apologize and make up to him.. he had to..