( Sock's POV )
" STOP IT! PLEASE! GO AWAY! "
I heard it cry. I couldn't sit there acting innocent. This kid was screaming. I didn't think what I had done was much, but it was enough for him to start bawling on the floor. His mom had burst through the door, reassuring him and taking him away. I was about to follow before Mephistopheles appeared.
" Hey Sock! Quite the progress your making huh? " He had with a smile. Sock looked down. This job was awful. Jonathan was different. He was unaffected and calm, polar opposite to this kid. Sock silently nodded to Mephistopheles.
" After this you may get your weekends off again! " Mephistopheles rambled before noticing Sock's expression, or lack there of.
" What's wrong? " He asked. Sock sighed as he contemplated what to respond with. Before he even opened his mouth Mephistopheles sighed.
" It's your blonde boy, isn't it? " He had said putting a hand on Sock's shoulder. Sock looked up at the tall ginger male. How did he know? Once again Mephistopheles responded.
" You know he is up in hell now, right? " He said. Sock looked shocked. Jonathan died? How and why? This puzzled the brunette boy. Sock could only ask a quiet " why? ".
" The boy missed you as much as I don't want to say it. He's stuck alphabetizing the hall of crippling phobias right now. " Mephistopheles sighed. A thought lighted up in Sock's head. If he could just continue his job he could see Jonathan again!
" Later kid- " Mephistopheles said before disappearing. Sock adjusted his scarf, determined to see Jonathan again.

( Wierd Authors Note: Have any of you ever wrote a story that kinda hurts to write but you want to keep writing? No? Okay- )