♡ AweSamPonk Oneshots [book 2] ♡

...No Homo...?

Warnings: uncomfortable situations, blood, gore, murder, ngl some of its extreme-ish

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"Strip." Ponk hissed, displease clear in his tone.

Sam did a double take, a confused and bewildered look gracing his face,

"Uh- E-excuse me-?"

Ponk narrowed his eyes, rolling them, before sighing,

"Your armor, stoopid. Take it off."

Sam made an 'o' with his mouth in realization and acknowledgement before beginning to unhook the many clasps on his chest plate.

Under the scorching eye of Ponk, Sam removed all of his armor, leaving him in nothing but the undergarments he wore beneath, which was a tight fitting tank top and boxer shorts. This made him incredibly uncomfortable.

Ponk huffed, lowering the sword he had had trained on Sam's neck before approaching the now disarmed and defenseless man.

"You had a lot of nerve thinking you could get off Scott free after what you did to me..."

Ponk started, flexing his new arm, which the Egg had given him,

"It's hard to believe I ever took a romantic interest in you... it's almost pathetic..."

The shorter male circled Sam, occasionally forcing his chin up so they could look eye to eye, or gently tracing parts of Sam's toned body with the edge of his sword, taking an odd interest in his upper chest and neck area.

"To be fair, you're one hot bastard, but one I'd rather forget... You get what I'm saying?"

Ponk stopped in front of Sam and bent down to his level, a smirk playing across his face, which was evident when he pulled down his mask.

Sam never met his eyes, always finding somewhere else to look.

Ponk chuckled, pulling his mask back up before continuing to circle the downed warden,

"It's honestly adorable that all I needed to do to take you down was to threaten your dog... You should've known I would never hurt Fran. She's grown a bit on me, I won't lie."

Sam furrowed his brows, staring hard into the ground.

Ponk bent down once again, using his new hand to force Sam to look him in the eye, and using the other to pull down his mask to allow Sam to physically see each word he said,

"You are one pathetic piece of shit, man. I don't know how you get by with all the shit you do, but I'm finally going to put an end to i-"

Ponk was abruptly cut off by Sam lunging forward, crashing their lips together in a sickly bittersweet kiss.

After Ponk violently shoved Sam backwards and regained his composure, he went off,

"What the actual fuck, Sam?! Do you think one stupid kiss will make me change my mind?!"

During the short pause, Sam replied, a sad smile staining his features,

"No, Ponkie... I know I won't get out of here alive, so I figured I'd give you one, last, goodbye kiss. If not for you, then for you to give Fran from me. I'm not afraid of you."

Ponk scoffed, switching out his sword for a freshly sharpened axe,

"You should be."

And with that, Ponk violently sent the head of the axe right between Sam's eyes, splitting his skull partially in half with a sickening, and juicy, thwack.

The worst part though, is that Sam was somehow still alive, uttering out soft groans and whines of unconscious pain. He knew not what was happening, nor could he feel a thing, but it still happened, and it still scarred Ponk for life.

The axe was used once again to finally put the fatally wounded man out of his misery, which would now stick with the murderer for the rest of his life.

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Later that day, Ponk unlocked the door to Sam's house and calmly walked inside, still adorning the bloodied axe on his shoulder.

The now exhausted man slumped onto the couch, dropping the axe on the floor.

The wolfdog who lay on the couch beside him laid her ears back, knowing something was incredibly wrong.

"Oh," Ponk uttered,

"I have something for you... from Sam..."

He then placed a gentle kiss on Fran's forehead before going back to being slumped in his spot.