AN: Hello! I know that I've been kind of on hiatus but...Well, I have no excuse. I've been working more on my own stories, so if you happen to be following me, I'm sorry! I'm kinda out of ideas, too...
Welcome To Hell is a new fandom and this is my first fanfic of it! Hope it's good. It's super sad, I'm like that, sorry! This is gonna be multiple chapters long so prepare yourself! Enjoy!
~ AP
Sock floated to Jonathan's locker, behind the teen. It was the morning, so even the usually enthusiastic demon was a bit groggy. Mephistopheles never thought to mention that you still need to eat, sleep, drink and generally do a lot of normal human things when you're a demon. But the boy had never been too good at sleeping when he was alive, and death didn't take this away as part of him had hoped. So usually, he'd steal a coffee to go, down it, and be awake enough to act like he loved mornings as much as Jon hated them. Today, however, he hadn't had time, so the affects of sleep deprivation were hitting him repeatedly in the face with almost unbearable stabs of pain. He hadn't eaten for the entire time either, and hunger pains were also being utter meanies, but he dealt with it.
The blonde once asked why Sock looked so worn out all the time, but the demon had just covered it up, saying it's a demon thing. Jon believed him.
There was a note taped on the teen's locker. The dark-ginger boy chuckled to himself. Probably some secret admirer or something. He leaned over discreetly, but before reading the note, noticed his friend's (He hoped they were friends, anyway.) expression. He had froze and staring at it rather blankly, but his eyes were sad. Very sad. Sock looked, confused, at the note the blonde was holding.
"Nobody likes you. Obviously, you have to talk to yourself to feel like someone loves you, right? Go drink bleach, you pathetic psycho."
Jonathan suddenly became aware of the demon looking and shoved the note into his locker. He turned and started walking to his first class. Sock floated in front of him quickly. "Jonathan, what was that?" He knew exactly what it was. Back in his human life, his fellow students hadn't been the nicest to him. In other words, he'd gotten notes similar. Except his classmates knew how to hit lower. Much lower. And harder. Mummy and Daddy don't love you, Nappy. Go jump in front of a bus. You're so worthless, you disgust all of us, just go die, will you? Do everyone a favour. You're such an attention-seeker, go kill yourself, we're sick of your sob-story.
Sock shuddered and shook the memories off. He knew well enough that what they said was true and he'd taken it, hadn't he? So maybe he could do this job in peace of mind. Besides, they got what they wanted, didn't they? He ended up killing himself. So there. They got their prize.
"It was a note, dumbass." The blonde mumbled back. Sock sighed inwardly.
"Well, I know that, I meant, who's being mean to you and why and can I kill them and-"
"Just, for God's sake, shut UP, Sock. It doesn't matter who it is, and no you can't kill them and do you know why? Because of you. I have to talk to you. And people think I'm insane, start up gossip, blah blah. And I DEAL with it, because that's what I've done my ENTIRE LIFE. So what makes you think just because you're here giving me more problems, I need your help?" Sock shut his mouth immediately and mumbled an apology. He didn't want to annoy Jonathan more. If he did, then the guy would never want to be his friend, let alone something more-
Oh, GET A GRIP, Sowachowksi! He doesn't LIKE you! NO ONE LIKES YOU, remember?
He knew he was thinking aloud but it was obviously louder than intended because Jonathan glanced to the side and muttered something incomprehensible. "What?"
"I said, I DO like you. Just...not very much." Sock couldn't help his surprise.
"Y-you...You d-do?" Jonathan sighed loudly.
"Don't sound so surprised. It's depressing. Of course I like you. I'm pretty sure the most hateful person on Earth could like you if they spent enough time with you. I don't know who the hell made you think you weren't likable but they're pretty wrong and I'm honestly kinda pissed at them." Sock opened his mouth to reply, but his stomach and head decided to screw him over with a particular stab of pain. He yelped and dropped to the floor. He really needed to steal some of Jon's painkillers as soon as possible. "Dude, what the HELL, are you OK?" Jonathan sounded so genuinely concerned, if he wasn't in so much pain, Sock would probably be fangirling by now. "I-I'm fine. It's...Dammit...It's a demon thing." The eccentric boy sucked in a breath and straightened up. He pasted on a fake smile because he was having a bit of trouble with his normal optimism today. He hoped the smile looked real. "It's a demon thing. Don't worry about it."
"Well, he can not worry about it all he wants, but I'm worrying about it." Sock gasped and spun around. "Mephistopheles! Oh, um-"
"'Cause that's not a demon thing, is it, Napoleon?" Sock flinched at his first name being used. Mephistopheles was angry. Very angry.
"N-no, sir."
"And you haven't been eating properly, have you, Napoleon?"
"No, sir."
"Or sleeping?"
"No, no I haven't, sir." Mephistopheles sighed.
"Don't sound so scared, kid. We're past the whole sir thing, remember? But I'm sure you know by now the basics of being a demon and you still won't do any of them. What's the problem, Sock? Something bothering you?" Sock looked down. Jonathan was staring at him with an air of confusion.
"K-kinda...It happened when I was alive, too, though, so it's nothing to worry about! I survived before I died, right? So it works!" Mephistopheles looked at the boy. "Listen, Sock, I need you to do these kinda things, OK? 'Cause I need my demons top notch. You can get sedatives and stuff, right? Try those for sleeping. Steal a sandwich from your boyfriend or something. Just, live properly, Sowachowksi. Or, well, you know what I mean." Before Sock could blush and yell: 'He's NOT my boyfriend!', his boss was gone.
Sock sighed and turned to Jonathan. "You have Math. Let's go."
AN: BOOM! First chapter! Kinda sad, not too much. It'll get worse, I promise. Off into the Welcome To Hell fandom you go, my dear fanfiction!
Review if you liked it?
~AP