Same trigger warnings as first chapter. Last song one for a while (hopefully I am trash).

"Ghosting" by Mother Mother

I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along
Ghost in your house, ghost in your arms

When you're tossing, when you turn in your sleep
It's because I'm ghosting your dreams

Sock's first assignment was, odd. Jonathan Combs didn't really care, about anything. At all. Ever.

This, of course, made Sock's job pretty hard. Jonathan didn't care about being humiliated, annoyed, picked on, grossed out, harassed, flirted with, nothing worked. He had tried everything, the apathetic teen just didn't care. Even when Sock figured out how to bother Jonathan in his sleep, still nothing. Jon simply adapted and rolled with what Sock did to him.

And this is why I have decided
To pull these old white sheets from my head

"Aren't I spooky Jon?" Sock wiggled his arms under the sheet he was currently hiding under.

Jonathan rolled his eyes and walked out of his room. Sock sighed pulling the sheet off his head. Maybe it was time to give up.

I'll leave them folded neat and tidy
So that you'll know I'm out of hiding

Sock absently folded up the sheet and put it on the end of Jonathan's bed. He floated out of Jonathan's house and down the street.

I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along
Ghost in the world, ghost with no home

Sock had been flying around aimlessly for an hour when he realized he had no where to go. No one could see him, not that he had any friends. His family was dead. He wasn't even sure if he had come to back to earth the same year he'd left it. He certainly wasn't anywhere close to his old house. It hit him, Sock didn't have a home anymore.

I remember, I remember the days
When I'd make you oh-so afraid

And this is why I have decided
To leave your house and home unhaunted

Jonathan had never been afraid of him, at most he was slightly annoyed with Sock. Sock really did suck at his job, so he left. There wasn't anything he could do, so why even bother?

You don't need poltergeists for sidekicks

Jonathan wasn't his friend. Jonathan was his job, that was it. Nothing more. Jonathan didn't need him around.

You don't need treats
And you don't need tricks
You don't need treats
You don't need tricks
You don't need no Halloween
You don't need treats
You don't need tricks

Jonathan didn't want him around.

And you don't need me

Jonathan found Sock a few days after he had left. Sock was hanging around a park trying to catch squirrels and bother neglectful babysitters.

"Sock? Where've you been?" Was Jonathan worried? He almost sounded worried.

"Around."

"I thought it was, like, your job to haunt me, or whatever?"

"Uhm yeah, it is..." Jonathan nodded in response.

Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed
I'm just a ghost out of his grave
And I can't make love in my grave

"So you coming or what?" Jonathan jerked his head in the general direction of his house. He seemed nervous.

I won't put white into your hair
I won't make noises in your stairs
I will be kind and I'll be sweet
If you stop staring straight through me

"Yeah sure." Sock gave Jonathan a half smile. "You know, while I've been gone I got some pretty good ideas on how to haunt you."

"Oh really?"

Yep!"

And this is why I have decided
To pull these old white sheets from my head

Jonathan had asked him to come back.

I'll leave them folded neat and tidy
So that you'll know I'm out of hiding

Jonathan had been worried about him.

And this is why I have decided
To leave your house and home unhaunted

Jonathan didn't have any friends.

You don't need poltergeists for sidekicks

Besides his demon counterpart.

You don't need treats
You don't need tricks
You don't need treats
You don't need no Hallows Eve

Maybe Jonathan wanted him around after all.

You don't need treats
You don't need tricks
And you don't need me