Yep, this is the blurb I made last chapter.
This takes place a while after the SQUIPcident, Jeremy and Michael have become friends again. Because I don't have the patience/skill to write a good buildup despite living in a buildup.
(Note: Michael and Jeremy's parts happen simultaneously.)
JEREMY's PoV
Player 2: see you at the arcade tmrw
Jeremy closed the Messages app and flopped back on the small mountain of clothes and pillows lying on his bedroom floor. Feeling weirdly excited to be going to the arcade tomorrow, he got to his feet and started to walk towards the bedroom door.
Then it happened.
What the hell?
Almost instantly, Jeremy was assaulted by another fit of coughing. He straightened up, trying to catch a breath. "Wh- Am I bleeding?" He held his hand up to his mouth. When he drew it back, it was flecked with blood. A single marigold petal sat in the middle of his palm, also with blood.
"Literally wHAt is happening?" He asked the empty room, getting silence as an answer.
Meanwhile...
MICHAEL's PoV
Michael took a seat at the table, dropping his bundle of art supplies on it with a soft thud. He opened the pencil case and paused, staring at the array of colors in it. As he picked up a dark teal pen, he suddenly doubled over in a fit of coughing.
Michael scanned the room, wondering what caused the spontaneous coughs. He was taken by surprise for the second time and knocked over a pile of books in an attempt to steady himself.
He heard a door creak open from upstairs. "I heard a clattering, are you okay?" His mom, Nicole, half-shouted from the stairs.
"Everything's fine!" Little did he know, everything would not be fine.
Seemingly satisfied with the answer she got, Nicole retreated to her room.
Michael sat down on the floor. Feeling another cough, he instinctively raised his arm to block the cough. Pulling his arm back, it was spattered with... blood? Michael stared at his bloodied arm, feeling paralyzed with shock and fear.
A vague memory from listening to Christine cry about a musical fanfiction drifted into his consciousness. "It can't be what I think it is, right? RIGHT?" He asked himself aloud. As he got to his feet, something blue drifted down to the floor. Curious what it could be, he picked it up.
It was a blue flower, most probably a forget-me-not. Michael turned it over and found the underside of the petals covered with blood.
JEREMY and MICHAEL's PoVs
SCHIST!
Helloooo I am BACK!
TBH I sort of 25%-arsed this. There was another segment I wanted to add with Christine as the PoV, but yeah.
Funny coincidence that while I was in the middle of writing this, I also started up a paper flower crown and got a really bad cough. Speaking, or rather whispering, of the cough, I CAN'T SING. IT'S TORTURE.
Ok that's all for now *goes back into coma*
YOU ARE READING
BMC Oneshots, I Guess
FanfictionThis is literally the most impulsive thing I've ever done WTF- Long story short, I was working on a Filipino project and decided it would be a good story. Now heere we are. And then I thought to write some more and we have this.
