Loving Death (a Sockathan fanfiction)

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"C'mon Jonathan! A little death never killed anyone!"

"Stop Talking to yourself and get out my house!"

Sock floated slowly towards Jonathan. Jonathan was looking around the kitchen, probably trying to find something to eat. Jonathan had been trying to ignore him lately. Not because he didn't like Socks company, but because tomorrow he was going to have a big test. An important test, and just simply didn't have time to spend his time having nice and cozy conversations with a dead person. Although it was a good reason to ignore him, it was one of the worst. Sock liked to torment him. Not because he likes to be annoying but because he feels kind of close to Jonathan that way. He and blond haired Jonathan have a good friendly relationship now. Sock was very happy about that seeing as when he was younger he had never had many friends.

"Maybe I should find a way to make him live... Maybe we can still be friends..."

Mephistopheles had just warned Sock that if he didn't do his job like he should he would get fired. The man with the messy golden hair, that answers with clever puns and quick answers had just threatened to fire him.

"That was not a pun."

Sock couldn't stop thinking about it. He had to find a way to make Jonathan kill himself soon and he didn't have much time.

Sock sat down in the first corner he saw. He just sat down like he used to before, without floating. He was sitting the same way he was sitting in front of the grave of his parents. He rested his head on his knees.

"Maybe when he dies, we can still be friends and I'll welcome him to Hell"

Jonathan walked past him. He stopped right in front of him. He sighed

"What's up with you?"

Sock looked up. Jonathan took a step back of pure surprise. He stared into Socks eyes for a very long while. He looked down and sighed again.

"Dammit, you better have a good reason to make me worried about you when I have a test to study to."

Jonathan sat down just beside Sock. He tried to lay his arm over his back but it was really difficult seeing as Socks body was ghostly. Sock was demon, which means he had died. Sock was still looking at Jonathans eyes.

"Jonathan? Will we still be friends when you kill yourself?"

"I'm not going to kill my- "

"Can I welcome you to hell?"

There was silence, long and deafening. Jonathan got up and looked down to Sock.

"Sure, when I die, I expect you to welcome me to hell."

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