"It is as Michael says; it is physically and chemically impossible for the tunnel to be plugged with cement in a week," Dr. O'Brien said, adjusting his glasses. "It'd take months to do," He turned to Matthew. "Are you sure the hole was plugged with cement?" He asked.
"It's concrete and it's strong concrete. I did have a high-quality bomb with me but I lost it due to some...complications," Matthew answered. "Why were you carrying a bomb?! And why did you lose it?! How did the government even consider making you an employee?" Michael asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Because shut up," Matthew answered, crossing his arms.
"How about we send out a team to bust a hole into the concrete? Maybe they could even try out some of the new explosives I've been creating," O'Brien suggested, getting annoyed by the bickering of the brothers. They turned to the doctor who was sounding rather tired. "Why are you working with explosives? I told you multiple times that we're not killing anyone," Michael grunted.
"Aren't you glad I did though? Now that everything is fair game, I could toy with some very illegal specimens to create something very powerful," O'Brien smiled a bit wickedly. He was a scientist before all this started. A very good one at that. It didn't surprise anyone that he would've stepped out of bounds if he could.
"Who would we even send? No one wants to go out unless it's an absolute emergency," Michael asked. "Obviously Matthew, you and Jeremy would go," O'Brien clarified. "Any more and you'd have a hard time running from the squips, no?" He said to which Matthew agreed. "I can lead you guys there and then we can do a double check on the tunnel,"
Michael frowned a bit. "Since when are you so excited?" He asked. "I want to help my little bro and the resistance he created! Is that so absurd?" Matthew said with a smile. "And if what O'Brien says is true, we might be able to get back to New York!"
"It's very risky, you realize that, right?" Michael sighed. "The squips may not be attacking you, but Jeremy and I aren't that lucky," He told his brother. "Don't worry, you got that metal rod," Matthew said, pointing at Michael's pocket.
Michael sighed but finally gave in. "Fine. We leave at dawn," He sighed. "Why are you so reluctant?" O'Brien asked almost immediately after. With a shifty gaze, Michael said: "I don't like straying too far from the bunker,"
"Aren't you THE leader of THE resistance?" O'Brien said. "Aren't you supposed to, I don't know, lead the resistance?" He continued, approaching Michael. "You're supposed to do what's best for the resistance," He said getting right up in Michael's face.
"Then go and find an exit so we can escape this hell,"
"LET ME OUT!" Y/N shrieked, slamming her fists against the wooden door. "I WILL LITERALLY MAKE MY OWN BRAIN SHORT CIRCUIT BY THINKING ABOUT DEATH AND THE ENDLESSNESS OF THE UNIVERSE IF YOU DON'T. LET. ME. OUT. RIGHT. NOW!"
Hopelessly falling into despair, Y/N clenched her forehead with her nails. The walls were caving in on her. It seemed improbable to her since she was just her consciousness stuck in her mind palace. Stuck like a princess in a tower. There out of necessity and not out of free will.
"Calm down," She shakily told herself, stepping away from the door. She was falling into an obvious trap Squip set for her. Maybe by breaking her will to fight, he could access more parts of her brain. Come to think of it, maybe that feeling of the walls caving in wasn't just a delusion.
Was the room smaller than it already was?
"Yeah, no, the bed wasn't that close to the bookshelf," Y/N mumbled to herself, standing between the two pieces of furniture and spreading her arms in the width. She could touch her bed and touch the shelf at the same time.
Upon closer inspection, some of the books on the shelf had also disappeared. Pulling open the closet, she made the same observation. Clothes had disappeared. And didn't her bed have more pillows? And wasn't it a bit bigger?
Looking back at the door, she noticed the door looked much simpler than before. Before it had a frame around it and the gold handle had some flowers engraved around the edges. Now it was just a door with a gold handle. No Frame, no engravings.
"So it shrinks depending on what?" She pondered, putting her hand on the door.
"Wow, you're so close!"
Y/N jumped, thumping her fist against the door. "Scare me like that again and I swear to-" "Yes, yes, religious curses. Very fun," Squip smiled. "It's not hope,"
"Then what is it?" Y/N asked, leaning against the door.
"I can't tell you,"
"Is it that important?"
"I can't tell you,"
"Stop messing around and tell me," She hissed. "You say that as if you have any leverage," He smiled. "Humans are so funny sometimes," That comment made Y/N groan.
"Call me if you need me for anything else than your stupid questions," Squip said, keeping his smile. He looked like a sneaky salesman. Or maybe even a corrupt politician. The way he smiled. It was a smile only a child would fall for.
He vanished more or less in a blink. It looked surreal. Y/N rolled her eyes, plopping down on her bed.
"Leverage, huh?"
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Hey Hamlet, be more chill: Be more chill X Reader
FanfictionY/N was a geek at her high school and was a loser. She hang around her friend Michael to keep her company while his friend bailed on him. After a fight she gets into she caught the attention of a squip who thinks that giving her the gray oblong pill...
