

PONK | Awesameponk
The sun sets over the prime path as old wounds resurface. Ponk walks alone, his steps heavy with the weight of betrayal. When he encounters the person who took his arm for a useless keycard, all his anger and pain come flooding back.The sun was setting, casting an array of pinkish yellowish shades that colored the sky. Clouds had taken a pinkish color, some parts darker than the rest. On the other side you could see the silvery moon starting to rise, it painted the sky a dark blue. Ponk was walking down the prime path, his black boots stepping heavily on the oak wood of the path.
Ponk heard another pair of boots walk towards him, but didn't pay much attention to it, expecting it to be BBH or Punz. When Ponk looked up to examine who it was, he saw you, the person who had cut off his left arm. Ponk's brows furrowed as he stood beside you, placing a hand on his arm. Ponk looked up at you, a sarcastic smile behind the mask.
"You.."
Ponk almost snarled, his tone annoyed. You said hi, ending it with the nickname you had given Ponk. Ponkie, who the hell did you think you were?
"Ponkie?"
Ponk echoed in disbelief, shaking his head, his grip on your arm tightened.
"I'm not your fucking Ponkie anymore. You fucking ruined me, you cut off my fucking ARM!"
Ponk raised his voice in annoyance, his fingers digging into the fabric of your clothing.
"For a FUCKING KEYCARD! It didn't even work!"
Ponk snarled, his eyes laced with annoyance and hatred.
