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The night sky shimmers, casting shadows to the great Earth. Branches snap as heavy thumping sound emerges from the forest.
Ponk gasps.
They stop, gulping as much air as they can of their run. Grunting as the stump on their elbow beats faster with blood. They gripped of what was left of their arm, leaning on a tree. Tears were spilling off their face, and then the loud sobs came through. No, they werent crying of the pain, well it was partially because of that, but no it was because of him.
Yeah, they understood that if they have him the keycards none of this would happen. And yeah, they understood the consequences later on. But why?
Why had he done it? He had a choice, right? It was his fault.
Right?
Ponk stared blankly at the grass, their shoes smelt burnt, and their legs ached. Hell, everything ached.
Their heart ached, and it hurt.
They slid down onto the floor, ouch, maybe not the brightest idea to slide against a tree. Ponk jerked as a sharp pain swelled in their arm. They knew if they looked at their arm, it wouldn't be the same, well no shit. They felt another sob escaping them, though their eyes grew heavier. Blood was still dripping off the stump. They felt kind of light, like somewhat in a dream per say.
Maybe this was a bad dream? Maybe it didn't actually happened.
Ponk was lulled to sleep as his body flet heavier. Footsteps were making their way towards them, they were too tired to care. Maybe it was Sam? Their lover came to save the day and tell them that it was all a bad dream.
Just a bad dream.
The stick snapped right next to them. Ponk opened their eyes to take a peek of Sam. Those boots looked very similar to Niki's, well kept and pretty. Ponk finally passed out as the person began to speak.
The only words they heard come out of Sam, or the unknown person was,
"Ponk?"