I'm kind of sad that this story isn't getting as many views as I thought.
So, please give my baby a chance. It took me a long time to write this guy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Welcome to Hell or any characters in this story. I'm just filling in details that were not in the short film. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: A Deal
"Welcome to Hell. Would you like a hand?"
"Uh, yeah thanks."
The strange man flipped over Sock, still holding his hand, and pulled Sock up to his feet. Sock looked at his surroundings realizing he was not on Earth anymore. He wasn't in Heaven either, and from what it sounded like, he was in Hell. Although, it didn't look like much; it was white and had a huge filing cabinet that was so tall it curved up and down to the ceiling. But, Sock thought, I don't even see a ceiling.
This place was as interesting as the strange man who welcomed him here. He was tall and spindly with orange 'flaming' hair, sideburns, and a little beard. His suit that he was wearing went from purple to black in a blended motion from top to bottom. The man had a wide grin like he had too much caffeine. The man quickly turned around and walked towards a small desk in the middle of the room.
"Come in to my office and sit down," he gestured to a chair for Sock to sit down in. Sock mumbled thanks as he still took in the room. It seems too comfortable for Hell, or at least the version he has heard of it.
"Do you know why you're here, Mr. Sowachowski?"
Sock was stunned that he used his fun first name. But, he still proceeded to answer the man's question.
"Because I killed my parents. And myself."
The man laughed and said in an amused voice, "Heh, I'd kill myself too if my parents named me Sock."
"Where's all the brimstone and fire? Why am I not being tortured AS WE SPEAK, suffering for all eternity! " Sock suddenly blurted out to the strange man.
"Stop being so desperate, kid," the red-head walked towards a door that was on the other side of the desk.
"See, I'm currently in the process of having Hell renovated. Everyone is off the hook right now, the only one who is suffering…IS ME!"
Sock stood up from his chair and looked at the man. He was currently rubbing his temples and shutting his eyes like that would somehow stop his pain.
"I mean, just look at this place! It's a flipping mess!" the strange man pulled the shades up for Sock to see the outside of his office.
"The gluttons and the lawyers are in the middle of what looks like a turf war and the murderers have been hanging out with the network executives, I-mean-that-certainly-cant-be-a-good-influence-on-them," the red-head had blurred his last words together and said them so quietly only Sock could hear him
"The murderers or the network executives?" Sock frowned at the scene in front of him.
The purple suited man grabbed Sock's shoulders lightly and yelled, "AHHHDGAHHHEHHHOFFUHHHH," Sock patted the man's head and looked back at the scene in front of him. I guess, he thought, it doesn't seem that bad.
"Soooo, what's gunna happen?" Sock said trying to change the subject to get the man off his shoulders.
"What's going to happen," the red-head said, perking up, "Is that I'm going to make you an offer."
"Oh! So like a deal with the devil?" Sock exclaimed excitedly.
"No, like a job offer. I already have your soul, Mr. Sowachowski , do you really think I'm going to challenge you to a fiddling contest?" the man took a deep breath then continued.
"Anyways, the truth is kiddo, you remind me of myself," the purple suited man said walking with Sock back to his desk. Sock looked at the man confused and pushed away from him.
"Yourself? But you're-"
"Mephistopheles, please, call me Mephistopheles," said the red-head, cutting in.
Sock smiled at the strange man, starting to like him.
"Well, if we're going to be all buddy-buddy, you can call me Sock," the colorful teenager pointed to himself. Mephistopheles smiled and considered what Sock had told him.
"All right, Mr. Sowachowski, Sock it is!"
Sock sat back down at Mephistopheles' desk and looked around at his posters. One was a cat poster that said, "Believe," and another one that had a drop of water on it said, "Tranquility." The boy was confused on how perky this place was, especially if it's Hell.
"Ok, Sock, let me just pull out your file. You think that since we are living on a separate plane of existence that we would have something a little more sophisticated than a filing cabinet, but you'd be wrong," Mephistopheles seemed to be talking to himself under his breath, but while he was talking Sock noticed that there was a computer on his desk. Why hadn't he just pulled up his file on there?
"So!" Mephistopheles almost yelled, grabbing Sock's attention back on him, "Tell me, Sock, how did you get into the whole killing people thing?"
Sock looked down at his desk, almost embarrassed at the thought of Mephistopheles' question.
"Well, it's-it's kinda personal,"
"I won't tell a soul!"
"Well, I mean it's-it's a long story,"
Mephistopheles pulled out the filing cabinet so it pushed open and never stopped.
"Oh, I've got eternity," he laughed.
Sock pressed his mouth into a line.
"Do you ever stop responding in clever puns?"
Mephistopheles was now floating upside-down over the cabinet so he looked at Sock.
"When this place freezes open!" the red-head smiled at the boy.
Mephistopheles looked back at the files and found it.
"Ah! There it is!" he floated to a sitting position, and then sat down at his chair in front of Sock. He snapped his fingers and the drawer flew back in it holder.
"So, Sock, this demonary position I'm about to offer you is kinda a big deal. You'll be accounted to a human counterpart. It's you job to haunt, torment, pester, and be a general nuisance to the human until eventually he, uh, punches his own ticket."
Sock was nearly out of his seat when Mephistopheles listed off what he was going to do the human. He was bouncing up and down on the edge on his seat just itching to find more out. Suddenly, he jumped out of his seat and put his hands on the desk so he was eye to eye with Mephistopheles.
"You mean I get to kill people?" Sock exclaimed with enthusiasm.
Mephistopheles considered the boy's words and tried to put his own words in a way to not make the killer boy sad.
"Not exactly. You get to help people kill themselves."
Sock considered his words. He can't kill, but he helps kill them? Hmm.
"And if I decline your offer?"
Mephistopheles smiled at Sock like he had been waiting this whole time for him to ask this question.
"You won't"
Sock laughed nervously and shrugged the man.
"Well, I can't argue with that!"
Mephistopheles kept his too-much-caffeine smile as he passed the file to Sock.
"This is your first job. You will work from 9 to 5 and have weekends off!" he watched as Sock opened the file and looked at his counterpart.
Mephistopheles continued talking about this person that wasn't very fair about working hours, but Sock wasn't listening. He looked at the teenage boy in his file with excited eyes. He looked at the boy's name and decided that this was going to be the best job ever. Jonathan wouldn't know what hit him.
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