My Partner | Sock x Reader

The Picture

[Your Pov.]

You work up with Sock shaking you,"Come on, Rose, get up."

"One, I don't want to, and two, why are you calling me that?"

"Because of that rose you kept talking to."

You sat up, surprised that your hair didn't get messed up as you slept. You looked at the rusty bucket next to you and looked at the rose inside. The bud next to it was already beginning to wind. It was short an still very young.

You picked it up. It felt a little heavier in your hands as you floated down into the house. You placed it next to the door and Sock followed.

"Ya know, Sock... You never really told me about yourself," you said to the boy, turning to him.

"Oh, uh, sorry about that. Let's see... My full name is Napoleon Maxwell Sowachowski... I always had this tendency to kill things... I killed my parents... Dug my own grave... And punched my own ticket," he explained with a grim smile on his face.

You blinked. How can two people be so much alike? What's next? This afterlife o yours will turn into some romance movie and your hearts will all beat in sync? Yeah right...

You went about and floated around the house. You wanted to know your surroundings before you do anything.

The house was two story. From the front door, the living room is on your right and the kitchen on your left with the stairs in front of you. Upstairs, Jonathon's room is on the right, a bathroom in front of you, and an almost empty area with only a small table and some pictures.

You looked at the pictures. It was of Johnathon but in about middle school at the park. It was more of a selfie than a real memory picture that you take with family. In the background on a hill, a single tree stood with a figure underneath it. You recognized the hair...

You examined it and pulled out your phone from your pocket. You were so happy when Mephistopheles let you keep it and it was time to use it.

You he'll up a selfie of yourself from when you were about in middle school and put it next to the figure in the background...

Same hair...

Same eyes...

Even the same colors on the clothing.

You smiled when you saw it was you. At least you weren't completely new.

You looked at Jonathon's bedroom door. It said "Don't Disturb" on it, but it was your job to disturb and bother him, so you phased through the door.

"Hey, Jonny!"

He was at his desk doing what looked like homework to you,"What?"

"Well, I was just looking at those photos in your hallways, and I think I saw myself in one o them in the background. Do you remember that time?"

"Oh, yeah. I was just walking around after school and saw this tree on a hill. I thought it was cool, so I took a selfie in front of it to show my friends. When I looked back at it, I saw this girl with the tree doing what looked like reading. I don't think much of it."

He continue scribbling words onto a piece of paper and read something quickly from a book.

"'Kay! Thanks, Jonny!"

"No prob, I guess."

You phased through the door and saw Sock on the living room couch with something you recognized.

"Hey! Stop touching my hatchet!" you yelled at him, yanking it out of his grip.

"Hey! Woah, woah, woah, calm down! I was just looking for your old place an when I found it I saw it, okay!?"

You hugged the hatchet. It was as long as your forearm and was double bladed. The metal was in perfect shape with the ends of the blade white-ish gray and the rest being (F/C). The wooden handle was smooth and had your name carved into it. You missed it.

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This was 666 words without this A/N. All shall bow down to Satan.

Well, here's another chapter for this and trust me, I'm trying.

Cya on the flip side.

~Proxie K. Geno