pick out her heart (with a kitchen fork)
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eleutheromania
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- a manic yearning for freedom.“Ready to admit it?”
Sam finishes up the icing on his fingers, not liking how dog-like he felt in that moment. His head tilted to the side, but his glare was evident. “Admit… what?”
Dream’s shoulders fall. “Admit that you’re an idiot. Is your memory going, too? It’s only been two days since I was here last.”
Sam blinked, gawking for a moment. “You let me starve… for two days?”
Dream snorts. “Yeah. And? You didn’t listen, so that’s your punishment. But, look- I brought a cake to you today, and you still don’t want to listen? Isn’t that a little selfish?”
Sam thinks about it for too long. “That’s… that’s not selfish. I…”
“How is it not? I’m being- kind, you know? Feeding you cake. Telling you what’s going on outside. How much time has passed. And- look!” He shuffles around his pockets and pulls out a clock. Sam’s eyes go wide.
“A clock! For you! I just need you to admit one, measly thing. Can you do that for me?”
Or, Sam’s stay in Pandora’s Vault.
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- Part 1 of pick out her heart (with a kitchen fork)
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“What are you doing here?”
Sam turns to them, and Ponk doesn’t look happy at his presence. In fact, it is very much the opposite of happy, with a furrow in their brow, although their face was hidden under the mask they wore. Even then, Sam could tell Ponk was frowning.
“Just… wanted to stop by,” he says, and it’s honest.
Ponk makes a disgruntled noise. “You know what day it is, don’t you? Here to taunt me, or something?”
Sam has one hand on the railing, nails picking at the wood- a nervous habit. “No, of course not. I was on my afternoon walk, and saw you by yourself. And-” he swallows, voice dropping in pitch. “-of course I know what day it is. How could I forget?”
Or, Sam attempts to bring back what he once loved (and never stopped loving).
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- Part 2 of pick out her heart (with a kitchen fork)