AN: So this is my first multi-chapter fanficton and it's also my first Welcome to Hell fanficton. (And the first thing I've posted on this site.) With all the firsts, please cut me a little slack, and PLEASE REVIEW! If you haven't seen Welcome to Hell, click this link- it's like nine minutes. I'll try to update every day.

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Sock happily fell into the routine of tormenting Jonathan. Every morning he would be waiting at the bus stop for the grumpy teenager to arrive before following him around all his classes and then following him home. After this he went back to Hell to chill and get some sleep before beating Jonathan to the bus stop the next morning.

During the day, Sock would disrupt Jonathan's classes; (and no one could see him but Jonathan, so he was blamed) steal his things, poke him, try to embarrass him, insult him, tell him to kill himself, and things like that. It seemed to roll off his shoulders like water off a duck. (Much of the reason for this was Sock wasn't great at tormenting. He was homicidal enough, but bringing someone to the brink of suicide required a brand of patience and sadism Sock didn't really possess.) Sock also sort of liked Jonathan; so when he wasn't making himself a nuisance he was being relatively nice and friendly. Jonathan seemed to like him too to an extent, and shared his opinions, laughed and smiled occasionally, and teased him about his hat/hair. A week of this went by, and then Sock found out something important.

He was a demon, and one of his super-awesome demon powers (there weren't many) was that he could walk through objects if he wanted. He learned that on the first day- the revelation was that he could get into Jonathan's house. Whenever he wanted. Having discovered this, Sock vowed to make use of this information. His hours were 9-5, but Mephistopheles encouraged him to torment for longer if he saw fit. Sock definitely saw fit.

The day after this useful epiphany, Sock met up with Jonathan at the bus stop in the morning and they went through their dysfunctional routine as usual. He and Jonathan had had a long, bantering conversation on the bus ride home and Sock waited all of thirty seconds before hovering through the floorboards and landing with a light thud.

"I just realized, I can get into your house whenever I want!"

Jonathan blinked. "That makes sense. Great. Get out of my house." Sock smiled happily, displaying how his canines had begun to elongate a little. "Are you kidding me?" he squeaked "This is gonna be awesome!"

"I hate you. So much." Jonathan muttered.

"You should hate you so much," Sock replied.

Jonathan, to his credit, acted like no one was there. He hated to have someone watching him and judging him all the time, even if it was just a demon trying to get him to off himself. Sock bounced around for the first few minutes, and then scared the shit out of him by threatening to break assorted items around the house. He silently thanked the powers that be that they didn't really own anything exceptionally valuable/breakable. He didn't feel like playing Mortal Kombat with Sock staring over his shoulder or fucking him up or whatever, so he took his homework out of his backpack, threw it on the table and debated whether he hated math or English more.

Sock sat on the back of the chair across from him, but finding boredom with this arrangement he hung by his knees from the light fixture for a bit. Jonathan was halfway done his English essay about the literary integrity of movies (he'd chosen the topic) when Sock poked his head over his work- through Jonathan's head. He quickly pulled out.

Jonathan shook his head. "Ugh, never go through me again." he said firmly. Sock did a slow flip, foot passing through the chair. "'Kay. I dunno what that felt like for you, but it was weird." he said.

Jonathan nodded fervently.

"Watcha writin'?" asked Sock. Jonathan sighed. "Just read it." Sock picked it up and tore it in three. "Dude!" Jonathan exclaimed angrily. Sock shrugged "Tape it," "I'm gonna lose marks for that you asshole." Jonathan said.

"OH MY GOSH,WHAT?! NO!"Sock exclaimed. Jonathan stated hard at him, trying to figure out if he was being sarcastic or not. Sock grinned unhelpfully and shrugged. "I'm gonna have to go buy tape." Jonathan said, counting the change in his pocket. "Okay~" replied Sock. Jonathan pulled on his shoes, and out the door he went Sock hovered beside him, going on about Chuck Norris and the virgin islands or something.

They finally reached the store; Jonathan located tape while Sock walked on the ceiling above him, mimicking anything anyone said. "Why isn't there a price on this?" Jonathan muttered, and rolled his eyes as Sock mimicked him. He went to the cashier and waited patiently in line.

"That's all for today?"

"Um, yes."

"That'll be two twenty-five, please."

Jonathan dug irritably in his pockets. "Did that go up?" he asked as politely as he could, face burning.

"Not that I know of, sir." he rolled his eyes. "Okay. Thanks. Next time." he walked out of the store. One of the things he hated most was not having enough money at a store. It was a half a block before he noticed that Sock wasn't there. He hopefully began to run, but remembered Sock knew where he lived and stopped completely, waiting. Sock appeared fifteen seconds later, and tossed Jonathan a roll of tape. "What?" he asked.

"I'm invisible to others," reminded the demon, taking a Snickers bar out of his vest pocket and eating it. Jonathan was about to scold him about this but remembered that he didn't really care, and now had tape. "I could've bought it myself." Jonathan muttered. "Evidently you couldn't. I saved you the trip." retorted Sock.

"Thanks." Jonathan said somewhat sarcastically. They walked in silence for a bit, then Jonathan said "So I've been thinking,"

"About killing yourself?" Sock asked eagerly. "No. So you're hired by Satan or whoever to get me to commit suicide, right?" "Yeaah,"

"If there's a devil, there's a God too, right?"

Sock was silent a moment. "I think so. He's always bringing up a her." he replied.

"Like how?" Jonathan asked.

"Like, 'your hours are 9-5 and you get weekends off. She only gives Sundays off, and I'm the bad guy!' and then he goes on this little rant about how hard his job is." Sock replied with a laugh.

"O-oh. Okay. So there's a Heaven too, then?" Jonathan asked. Sock paused. "I-I think so...sometimes I think I can see it. But how would I know?" he replied. "Cool." said Jonathan, closing the subject.