'This is your last chance, Sowachowski.' Mephistopheles glared down at Sock. The shorter male looked down at the floor, nodding.
'Yes sir.' he said quickly, before going back to the "human world", as he called it.
Jonathan sat on his bed, doing his homework. He was pretty happy, because it's Friday, and that meant no school. Sock materialized in front of the teen, and sat cross-legged on his bed. 'Hi, Jonathan!' he said, in an attempt to sound like his normal self. He was trying to be hyper and excited, but he more came off as nervous.
Jon groaned in frustration. 'What do you want, Sock?' the male in question smiled.
'Just, you know, stopping to say hi.' he said.
Jon stopped for a minute, taking in the overall atmosphere of Sock. 'Hey, are you okay?' he asked, genuinely concerned for the demon. Hey, he might be an annoying pain-in-the-ass, but he was the closes thing to a friend Jon had ever had.
'I'm fine, why do you ask?' he said, all too quickly, and suspiciously.
'Because you're not acting normal. If you don't tell me what's wrong, I'll kick you out of my room.' That always got to Sock. He liked Jon, after all.
'Well...it's just...been kinda hard lately. You know...Hell, and all.' He said, shrugging his shoulders. 'But it's nothing to worry about.' He added quickly.
'Alright...' Jon said, though he was a little skeptical.
'Hey, kid, come here.' Sock whipped around from his spot on Jon's bed. 'Oh...Mephistopheles...' Jon stared at him, raising his eyebrow in confusion. Sock walked over to where his boss was standing.
'Kid, seriously, just get it over with. It'll be easier for everyone.'
Sock gave Jon a sad glance. 'I don't know if I can.' He lowered his head in shame.
'Then you and I are going to have a serious problem.' Mephistopheles glared at the young demon. 'Meet me in my office.' Then he was gone.
Sock knew he was in trouble from the tone his boss was using. He looked to Jon. 'I have to go.' Then he, too, was gone.
Sock sat in front of his boss, looking very nervous. Mephistopheles was staring at the wall, facing away from Sock. They sat in this awkward silence for, what felt like, hours. Finally, Mephistopheles spoke up.
'Sock, you've been at this for, what, a year now? I may rule Hell, but even I only have so much patience.'
Sock swallowed hard. 'So...what's going to happen?'
Mephistopheles turned to face Sock. 'What's going to happen is I'm going to give you one more chance. If you come back tomorrow without that boy's soul, you're going to be in serious trouble. Understand?'
Sock nodded. 'Y-yes sir.'
'Good, now go away, I have work to do.' Then he was gone.