I actually met to draw a pillow, but I like the idea that Jo-jo's favorite animal are dolphins. Gosh I'm thinking about the surfer Jon headcanon and Jo-jo could totally be into riding w/ dolphins.
in regards to this post and my tags on it
yes!! they would so be dolphin bros, the best beach bum buds.
After a few years of haunting Jon, Sock's demonic urges and built up homicidal tendencies start spilling out. Sock finds he has a hard time controlling himself around Jon now and wants him all for himself. Yandere!Sock
Prompt 670: It’s the zombie apocalypse and Johnathan gets bitten, so he goes to hell. Once he’s allowed to roam the world, he finds Sock laughing at his zombie-self.
Title: Would the Small Intestine Make a Good Leash?
Author: skinned-skeletons
Pairing: sockathan if you decide it as such
Words: 1,499
Content Warnings: Disembowling, blood, gritty details, zombie shenanigans, major character death
Summary: Jonathan tries his (moderate) best to avoid being bitten by the zombies inside his home. However, he fails. He then gets to watch Sock poke fun at his re-animated corpse.
Comments: So I’m gonna apologize right now. I didn’t write this in the exact way it was worded in the prompt, but the main point of Sock finding undead Jon remains intact.
"Fuck…" The word slipped from Jon’s lip quietly. He slowly paced backwards, trying to avoid making a sound or catching its attention. He took notice of his breathing and gulped down his anxiety. Jon continued on, his eyes never leaving his intruder. It stood there. Staring into what seemed like nothing. No thoughts must’ve ran through its rotten skull as it stayed still, sniffing the air. The zombie just ran on mindless instinct.
There was no way in hell Jon was gonna let himself die there. He hadn’t even left his fucking house yet. He refused to die as weakly as that. Jon had planed to sneak his way into his younger brother’s room to get some sort of melee weapon, seeing as his dad’s gun was already missing from its safe. He must have been left behind or judging from the amount of blood that soaked the carpets of the hallway and gnawed chunks of stray flesh and skin, his family may have already perished.
A sudden sound of heavy, wet, heaving breaths caught the teenager’s attention. His head swung around to his parent’s bedroom door, two more zombie emerged. Their eyes, grey and blood-shot, stared straight at him. Jon felt his stomach drop as he recognized them as his parents. Both with a single bullet wound burned into their foreheads. Jon’s eyes stung with the threat of tears. But he clenched his teeth and held his breath, planning his next move. If he didn’t figure out what to do quickly, he’d be to far fucked to do anything. There was nothing in the hallway to use as protection, so Jon planned to make a break for it and try to run past the no doubtingly cold corpses of his former guardians. From where he stood, it was a straight shot through the hallway to get to the front door. Outside may prove safer than closed quarters.
Jon took one last deep breath as he flipped his hood over his head and tightened the drawstring. He shifted all of his weight on his back foot and pushed forwards, feet pounding against the ground. Jon was able to shove his mother to the side and his father to the floor. The undead couple left out monotone moans in response, sounds of victory for him. Along the way, shelves were knocked down and a large book-case to trap the undead. Jon grasped the handle to the back door firmly, ready to swing it open. Yet he hesitated and took a look behind him. He saw the rotted zombie from earlier limping slowly towards him and getting stuck on shattered flower pots. Yet Jon looked at his parents again to see them moving faster. They turned around quickly, both leapt into a fast walk, hands outstretched and yearning for thriving flesh.
He just needed to remember they weren’t his parents. He can cry his face off later, but now he needed to make sure he got out alive.
Jon thrusted the heavy door open, a gush of cold autumn wind blew past him and chilled his very bones. What came with the wind was a rancid iron smell. The teen wasn’t even able to register the sight before feeling several cold hands pulled at his clothes. Loud screeching filled his ears and his voice joined the moment he felt the first pair of teeth sink into his arm. He felt all sort of teeth rip away his clothes, hands yanking him every which way.
Jon lost his footing and fell forward into the ravenous crowd of undead that had gathered around his front door. Hands kept him up, only to find their finger nails digging into his skin. They clawed at his back and shoved him into the ground before turning Jon over and plunging their hands into his stomach and ripping his abdomen open. Taking with them hands full of crushed innards and squishy soft organs. A surplus of blood splurted out of Jon’s mouth as he opened it to scream in pain. His vision fading in and out from the searing pain. Organs splattered along the pavement. Blood seeped into cracks and crevices in the pavement. The only sense of warmth his body felt was the splattered blood that coated his skin. Jon’s chapped lips quivered as he searched for words to scream. Subsequently failing once he realized he didn’t have the lungs to hold air. He could feel his strength drain away. Jon shut his eyes and felt a few tears slip from them. He didn’t bother opening them again just to see decaying creatures snarl and consume him. He let the dead overcome him. He felt too tired to care about dying know. He felt so stupid for dying so quickly.
Jon felt nothing now. In fact. He felt light. But when he opened his eyes, what he saw wasn’t relief or isolation. Rather it was a large crowd, growling and shouting gibberish. Hands rip through Jon’s body, but not moving him. The hands phased through his body. He looked down and saw…himself. His own corpse torn into shreds. It felt surreal. Soon the dead saw no more use for him. Most of the crowd that didn’t get any meat sulked away, searching for a different source. Some picked at scraps of skin, soon giving up seeing as there was no life left to consume. The dead left. Leaving Jon to stare at himself.
" Damn. They sure gotcha good." An all too familiar voice rang through the silence. "Kinda sucks yer gonna be carryin’ around yer guts in a bag for the rest of eternity. I kinda wish you would’ve taken my little hint earlier with your parents and everything so you could look a liiiiittle decent in the afterlife. Well, compared to all the recent dead coming in and everything." Jon turned his head to see Sock smiling at him. Jon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It’s like, you have more than a spooky hole, you’ve got the whole spooky pouch!"
"Just shut up…" Jon started walking away from his dead body, not wanting to deal with the image any longer. He could feel his organs dragging beneath him. He noted he wasn’t breathing either.
" I dunno where you’re going. You gotta come back with-" Sock gasped. " Holy shit! Look at you!" The demon started laughing his stupid little hat off. Jon humored the entity and looked at his body again. To see it sitting up. Looking around curiously as if it were in a whole new world.
Jon watched his corpse struggle to get up on its feet. It managed one foot on the ground before losing its balance and falling backwards. It sat back up and tried again. The being wobbled on it’s scratched up limbs and leaned forward.
" You’re like a baby deer!" Sock gleamed. Jon gritted his teeth in annoyance.
" Ugghh…C’mon Sock, just take me to hell…" Jon said sighing.
" No! You’re being so cute! C’mooon." Sock replied. The demon continued to float in place, watching the stumbling newborn zombie. The corpse looked at the few hanging organs from his body, arms started to dig around and grab at them. It leaned so far it, the hands went through his back. Tilting its head, Jon’s body pulled the arms back through and stared at its gunked up arms. It brought its mouth to its left arm and chewed a chunk of skin before spitting it back out in distaste. Tongue slowly moving in and out, trying to spit out all bile.
It started to walk, legs still shaking. Starting out slow but then moving into a quick walk, searching for something. Maybe not even knowing exactly what. however the search was halted as it tripped on its own hanging intestine. Sock snickered watching the creature fall on his face. It lifted its head back up to show a few scratches and a few pieces of gravel sticking on the skin. The body army crawled on the ground. Not really going in any sort of direction.
"Omigosh! Do you think we can take him with us?"
"LET’S JUST GO."
"But-" Jon glared at Sock. Sock huffed in defeat." Fine…But you can’t stop me from checking up on the lil fella."
"Can you stop giving my reanimated corpse pet names?"
"What? You jealous I’m dotting over your corpse and not you? You Know I’ll still think you’re cute. Even wi-" Sock gasped mid-sentence. " LOOK LOOK LOOK!" The demon shouted out gleefully. Sock was pointing to Jon’s body as it gnawed on a small squirrel. It’s tail hung out of Jon’s slacked jaw as he mindlessly chewed. Sock continued to laugh in enjoyment until Jon grabbed onto his hand.
" Lets. Go. Now." Jon practically commanded. Sock flashed a small smile as a faint blush came to his cheeks.
"Well look at it this way Jon, you made it outside." Sock grinned, his face soon being slapped with a slimy entrail.
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