Welcome to Hell:
The Cries of a Demon
Hello there! My name is Rebekah, and I am the creator of this fanfic, based off of the amazing short film titled, "Welcome to Hell". This animated short film was done by an amazingly talented young woman named Erica Wester. The video of Welcome to Hell can be found easily online by googling it. There is also an official tumblr for the film run by Erica and she has her own Tumblr as well. I sadly seem to be unable to post links, but you can search for the films tumblr under "welcometohellfilm" and find Erica's tumblr at "real-faker".
This fanfic is based on Sock and Jonathan, the main characters of WTH, and their relationship. Check out the original film before reading :) NOTE: I do not claim to own Welcome to Hell or it's characters. I wrote this fic because I adore WTH and it's characters...this is also a little gift I did for a friend of mine who is obsessed with welcome to hell. She even drew fanart of Sock specifically for this story! (Shown above as the cover art :D Yes, I do have permission from her to post it with this story 3) Please check her out on tumblr, she is an amazing artist :D Her username is "marshmallowliquidart"! I DO NOT CLAIM TO HAVE DRAWN THE ART OF SOCK USED AS A COVER FOR THIS STORY. Mine would never be so cute /w/
If you end up enjoy this work, please feel free to check it out on tumblr too and possibly reblog/like it! I would love the feedback and support :) You can find me on tumblr at "xx-cthulhu-lives-xx"
Warning: Tumblr, and these blogs, have some material that would be deemed inappropriate. (Such as and including nudity/sexual images/etc) Please proceed with caution. (Especially on my blog o_o If you would perfer, I do have a rather safe blog without such images that you can find under "rebekahhh299") I also would like to say this is a "romantic" fic about two males. This fic is also an "angst" fic with blood, some foul language, etc. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please turn back now! Thank you guys so much! I hope you enjoy my little story! OwO
Even death isn't enough to escape the pain of living
"Oh god...Jonathan!?" Hysteric sobs blur into the sound of the pounding rain beating down into the earth. A young brunette trembles, the weight of the sight before him too much to bare. The wind howls and whips at the trees surrounding the wreckage. The boy's large green eyes dart about in disbelief. Was he crying? A creature like him, brought to tears? The rain falls through him, washing past his body, yet a stream of tears rush over his cheeks down from those disbelieving eyes. Shaky hands move up to the flaps of his hat, clenching around the cloth as he yanks on the ends, biting onto his lip as thoughts rush through his head.
This is Sock. You see, Sock here isn't your average person. Actually, He isn't even a person anymore at all.
'This can't be happening...' He thinks to himself as he falls to the ground in front of the once stunning black car, now wretched so badly it will never run again. Just seconds ago it came barreling down from the road above, down the cliff and flipping over into the line of trees that mark the edge of the forest. The black vehicle now modeling to fit around the large oak tree it crashed into. From beneath the car, Sock see's a red substance pooling. "Jonathan!?" He cries out, desperately trying to push debris out of the way. His hands phase through the fallen branches as he curses to himself. A pale skinned hand can be seen, crushed between the car and the soaked grass. Sock tries to suck in a breath without realizing he no longer needs the air to fill his lungs.
Death is not peaceful for him, no relief found even though his heart beat for the last time long ago. Morality still knocked at his door.
"Jonathan! Please...you can't go like this!" His voice cracks, the normally cheerful boy on his knees trying over and over again to aid his friend to no avail. He punches the car in frustration, flesh once again moving through the metal with ease. Unable to touch, to feel, to save. Even so, his chest still aches. The pitch black makes it impossible to see down into the dark forest from the road above, yet when Sock hears a semi truck driving by, he looks up with hope. "Please help! Someone, anyone!" He screams as he continues to tremble, begging as the light above from the headlights fade. No one could hear him no matter how much he screamed.
Humans are ignorant to the cries of a demon.
"Sock…?" A muffled, yet so familiar voice brings a ray of hope to Sock. Muttering Jonathan's name under his breath, he lurches forward allowing him peer in through the metal that once made up Jonathan's car. Never has Sock been squeamish, he was a person who can stomach and...even enjoy blood. This site sucked all of the hope he had from him, his relieved smile now a memory. Seeing Jonathan in pain wasn't as easy as Sock had always imagined. Jonathan's normally half lidded blue eyes were dull, meeting Sock's own eyes in a moment of knowing. The blonde teen's entire lower body was being crushed beneath the car, the rest of him covered in bruises and wounds from the broken glass.
He never realized that though your body is left behind after your final breath...
"I…" Jonathan tries to speak, words nothing more then a struggling whisper drowning in the sound of the rainfall. Sock's stomach sinks, seeing blood trickle from Jonathan's mouth. He squints through the darkness, vision a massive blur though the metal shields them from the rain. Sock tries to hush Jonathan, as he desperately attempts to move the car, shaky fingers grasping at nothing. "Sock…" Jonathan speaks again, turning his head to watch the demon. "I can't feel my legs…" Jonathan's normally deadpan voice quivers at his own words. Sock could hear the fear in his voice as he shakes his head fiercely, eyes clasping together tightly as tears begin to fall freely.
You never truly lose your soul.
"D-don't you worry! You can't die like this…" Sock sniffles, tears falling as he smiles down at Jonathan with a look of pure, undeniable care. Never has Jonathan seen Sock look at him with such...love. Is that a possibility? Can a demon truly care so much for a human like him? "I won't let you die like this!" Sock says, determined, though Jonathan felt that he might be fooling himself. Jonathan wears a small smirk, letting out a grunt that throws Sock off...was that suppose to be a laugh? "What gives, Jonathan!? Are you really laughing at a time like this!?" Sock yells, defensively as Jonathan continues to grow paler by the moment.
Even after you're released from this earth…
Jonathan's free hand moves up, rubbing his temples and resting over his eyes, breaking the contact he had with Sock. His voice is still so faint, the life fading from him. "It's ironic...don't you think?" Jonathan says weakly, parting his fingers slightly so he can glance through enough to watch the Demon's confused gaze. "All these years...you begging me to kick the bucket...driving me nuts," Jonathan's breathing grows heavy as he tries to take in more air, trying to stay conscious enough to form a real sentence. "And now look at you...crying? Aren't you suppose to be a Demon, Sock?" He asked trying to wear a expression to match his snarky voice. "You really do suck at your job."
You will never be free.
Sock's expression darkens as he hangs his head. "You don't understand…" He growls to himself, quietly enough that Jonathan tilts his head to the side in silent confusion. "You couldn't possibly understand my feelings, can you Jonathan!?" Sock belts out, wiping the teasing look from Jonathan's features. Jonathan opens his mouth to speak, interrupted by his own coughing fit. Sock's hands are clenched together in tight fists, his knuckles growing white as he lets out a shaky breath. "You don't care about anything do you...even now...even now, this is just a joke to you!?" Sock goes back to desperately trying to move the car from Jonathan, concentrating with everything he had. Couldn't a demon do anything to save a human life?
The feelings, memories, pains that you endure will never let you go.
Jonathan grow's silent, hand hiding his expression. The only thing that can be heard is Sock's sound of struggle as he puts everything into saving Jonathan and the pouring rain. "I do care…" Jonathan whispers, his own body beginning to shake. Sock looks over, seeing Jonathan's clenched teeth. "It hurts Sock…" He says, tears rolling down his colorless cheeks. "I-it hurts so god damn much...and...and I'm scared, okay!?" He says as he convulses into shallow gasps and sobs. "I care about everything...I'm just a damn coward, Sock! I don't…" His voice was becoming harder and harder to understand as he shook with fear. "I don't want to die…" He whimpered.
For weather you're watching from above or below…
"No...no, don't be scared Jonathan…" Sock feels the ache of his lunges, the beat of his heart, the sinking feeling of his stomach...feelings no demon like him should feel. 'Mephistopheles...please...anyone, do something!' Sock thought to himself, muttering a plea under his breath as he moved closer to the face of his dear friend. He softly cooed encouragement to Jonathan, quietly repeating to him that the pain won't last, that he was here for him...that it'll be okay. Jonathan continued to sob, more blood pooling out from beneath the car and his wounds.
Life continues on for those you love
"There ain't anything I can do for him, kid." Sock jumps, looking back in alarm to see Mephistopheles looming behind him. Sock stares at him in disbelief, choking out a 'what?' that he could barely hear himself over the thunder storm. "The guy is gonna bite the dust, Sock." Something about Mephistopheles seemed different than normal, not teasing Sock in any way, his normal smug look replaced with what almost seemed like concern. Sock's heart broken expression made him give a sigh, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
And maybe...just maybe
"Look, you obviously got tied up in this one Sowachowski. I mean...It's obvious you got attached. It's fine, just one little soul. So here is what I'll do for you." The redhead says, Sock slowly shaking his head as stumbles back into the car, continuing to rashly throw himself at the metal, praying for anyone listening to hear his pleas and help save Jonathan. "I'll give ya another chance, huh? That'll be great right? I saw a lot of potential in you kid. This was your first job, these things can happen to a newbie…" The man continued, phasing through the car just enough to look the desperate little demon in the eyes. "You'll just have to let this one go...you hear me Sock? Let this kid go in peace."
Watching those you care about slowly move on
"Please! Mephistopheles, Isn't there something I can do!? Anything? If I can get this car off of him-" Sock continues, begging, Jonathan's eyelids fluttering as he groggily asks if Sock is okay, the blood loss seeming to affect him now. Meph sighs, wondering to himself again why Sock is getting so bent out of shape over one human boy. With the snap of his fingers, the car lifts slightly above the ground, off of Jonathan. The heap of metal is tossed carelessly to the side, Jonathan's body now freed. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" Sock sobs with joy as he hunches over Jonathan, whose eyes have widened at the sight. "C-can you get us somewhere safe? Please! If he makes it-" Sock's hope is once again smashed to bits as Meph shakes his head, saying 'I can only do so much kid' Then disappearing before his eyes.
Or lose their lives
Sock falls to the ground, unable to think, such pressure he could feel on his chest that it stole his breath away. Rain washed over the blood seeping from Jonathan's wounds. His lower body was completely crushed beyond saving, this Sock knew. "Please...no...you can't…" Sock choked out, unable to even hover like normal, slowly sinking beside Jonathan. "You can't leave me Jonathan…" Sock said, moving to place his head on Jonathan's barely moving chest, his eyes losing their light and this breath shallow. "I need you...No one has ever treated me like you Jonathan...Please...you have to kill yourself…"
Will be more painful then you realized
Jonathan coughed, looking over at Sock as much as he could. He couldn't talk, his cold body trembling. "Jonathan if...if you don't kill yourself you'll go to heaven." Sock admitted to him, leaning up to look into his eyes. He rests his head against his forehead, or tries to without phasing through into his skull. Sock's eyes are full of sorrow. "I-if you don't kill yourself...I will never see you ever again. I-i'm already dead Jonathan...H-how will I escape the pain of losing you if you aren't by my side? Please understand…" Sock tries to take Jonathan's hands in his own. "I've never wanted to hold your hands so much…" Sock said with sorrow.
And one day…
Jonathan gives a weak smile through his own tears, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around where it would meet with Sock's own. "Yeah...I understand everything Sock…" He says trying to give a laugh. "I've felt the same way...for so long." He says, both boys choked up enough that words were hard to form. "We're both idiots...for taking so long, huh?" Jonathan says as Sock nods to him, taking in an unneeded gulp of air. Sock sit's up, attempting to grab a large blade of glass from the car, fumbling as he tries to get it to him. "I think...it's a bit late...Sock." Jonathan whispers as Sock shakes his head, refusing to look back, screaming 'damn it' to himself over and over. "Sock...I love you."
Even your own cries will be forgotten.
Sock runs his nails against his own skin, other hand in his hair as he loses all sense of what is going on. This couldn't be happening...after all these years...knowing Jonathan feels the same, this couldn't end this way. He looks back, unable to make out Jonathan's features through the tears. "Please, hang on...please!" He screams, furiously blinking away the tears. No response. Sock crawls back over to him alarmed, trying to take his hands. "Jonathan…?" He begs, the blue eyed boy's eyes rest half lidded as always, dull and unmoving. "Oh god, no...Jonathan!" He screamed into the sky, putting his own lips to Jonathan's and breathing into him in a desperate attempt to give him life...but Jonathan was no longer breathing.
I love you too
Those desperate words of undying love would never be heard by the blue eyed boy. For those cursed to roam hell have an far more horrid fate than they ever imagined. Unable to ever see or speak to those who they love again. For being alone in hell, watching above as the ones you once held dear move on with the lives they have been given, is the true punishment for the sinners all along.