( Jonathan's POV )
I shot up, caught off guard.
" Jeez, I was tryna offer you a hand... " Mephistopheles said with a frown.
" No thank you... " I said in a bitter voice.
" Well then I may as well get to the point. Your job here is to alphabetize the hall of crippling phobias for the rest of eternity! " He said.
" What! No! " I yelled.
" You don't really have a choice kid. " He said. He snapped his fingers and I was greeted to a long hall of phobias.
" Good Luck! " I heard him say before vanishing. I sat down in defeat.
" This is dumb... " I groaned. I tried it for a good hour before just giving up. I wandered around the vacant halls. It seemed so empty. I wandered around till I heard what seemed like a rave party. It was wierd. Nothing like the Hell I was raised to know. As I heard more music I saw people out in the halls. I asked them questions, but no answers were very helpful. Damn does this place stink. My mind kept flashing back to the bloodied corpse of Sock. Insane. I wondered and asked some more until I saw a little girl in the corner. She was about 6 or 7 and looked distraught.
" You okay? " I asked. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, and wrapped her arms around my waist.
" Um... I'm not a napkin. " I said, putting her hands to her side. She nodded silently.
" What happened...? " I asked, slightly hesitant.
" I-I just got here b-because of suicide. S-Since I can't do many job I-I was used as a test f-for a demon boy to practice h-haunting... " She said softly.
" What did he say...? " I asked, curiously.
" H-He said that I-I was worthless scum w-who didn't ever deserve a chance at life. " She stuttered, tears reforming in her eyes. I patted her head.
" M-Mr. Mephistopheles told him to do it. H-He apologized after, the boy I mean... He looked like he was ashamed. " The girl said softly.
" What was this boy's name? " I asked.
" I-I dont know... Mephistopheles called him 'Sock' " The girl said.

" .... oh sh*t "