Socks POV
Mephistopheles had assigned me to this boy named Jonathan Combs, who was dissolution with humanity, who isn't right? Who doesn't interact Much with people, but will eventually come around soon enough.
That's what Mephi told me. I loved the idea of trying to get him to kill himself, it only takes a drop of evil right? That's what I thought.
I float into Jonathan's room as he's listening to music, as usual. "Hey, Jonathan" I try to catch his attention but unfortunately that didn't work.
I removed his headphones and looked at him. He sighs. "What?" He says uninterested. "Aren't you bored? I mean all you do is always have those headphones on and when people try to talk to you, you don't listen." I give him this confused look and sitting in the air crossing my legs.
Looking straight into his eyes he seems to show no interest in what I'm saying, I cross my arms. "Jonathan you should at least try and pretend to care what people say. Same thing with killing, doesn't hurt anybody, right?" "Sock.." he says annoyed. "Just..go hang in the living room or something. Let me be, alright? " he tried to keep his cool before losing it. I roll my eyes and float upwards "whatever you say Jon." and with that I pass through the wall, heading to the couch and laying on it in my lazy position.
{Short yes, slowly the ideas will come rolling in, I promise you♡😊. I know it's not much but this is my first and I'm barely testing this out to see how it goes, I will continue this probably tomorrow or later on. Currently 2:30a.m. 😉. Bye!}
