Two Player Game

~Chapter Eighty~

So the Squip makes himself appear to Jeremy. ("You've got to change my directive.")

"Wh-what?"

("You have to change my purpose Jeremy, you have to utilize the command 'shift directive' and tell me what you want me to do. You don't want to be chill? You have to change it. What is your goal?")

"Just..... just to finish college? Have a life with Michael?"

("I won't be able to shift unless you say the command, Jeremy. ")

"Shift Directive"

He glitches, straightening up. ("Desired objective?")

"Uh, have a successful life with Michael." He seems to almost reboot and Jeremy is hit with the most splitting headache.

"Ow!! Ow ow ow ow ow- Shit"

"Jeremy??" Michael is terrified. He was just talking to it, said something about a successful life with him and just?? Is it killing him??

"Get me some Advil. Like a ton of it. God this fucking hurts."

"R-Right. Okay, I'll get you the largest amount that's safe, Jerbear."

"Thanks..." Michael scrambles for the medicine. Rich stares at Jeremy.

"...You good?"

"Besides this throbbing headache? Sure."

("I have convinced him.")

"Oh thank God."

("It had to practically bully him into it")

"Fuck, how'd you do it?"

("Called him a defect")

"Pfffft. Okay. So everything is good now?"

("Should be. And no one died")

"Thank fuck. Okay! Cool! So... Good talk, boyfs. Glad I could help." Michael still looks pretty upset.

("After this, call Jake")

"So I guess I'll just.... Be on my way. See ya." he hangs up.

"Why, is something wrong?"

("Just call") He immediately calls Jake.

"Rich! Rich, uh, there's a slight bit of a problem."

"Problem?"

"It's Jax. He, uh, he had an infection. And it's a bit costly to fix it..."

"An infection? Well... Well can't the four of us pull together the money to cover it?"

"Well.... as of right now, only you and Brooke have jobs..."

"Shit.... Uhhhhhhhh.... We'll figure something out. We will."

"I'm looking for a job. I'm trying to find one"

"All right, all right, good. Then... All right, we'll work on it."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"It'll be all right, we'll work on it. What uh... What jobs have you looked into?"

"Serving at restaurants, little store employee."

"Okay, both acceptable and if love to see you in an apron, so that's that... I'm sure it'll be fine. I've got insurance, Chloe does too I think, we must've put him on it, I'm sure that'll help with the cost."

"God I hope so"

"He'll be okay, all right? It'll all be okay, we'll pay for it."

"Yeah... I'll be home soon"

("He walked. Drive him home")

"How are you getting home, baby, want me to come pick you up?

"I think I can walk back"

("Pick. Him. Up")

"I'm coming to get you."

"Rich." You can hear him smile. He's so sweet.

"Be ready in about five. We'll go get food, yeah?"

"Yeah... thanks."

"No problem, Bro. Then we'll come back here and I request a goddamn snuggle." he grins. Jake chuckles.

"Sounds perfect"

"Hell Yeah." Jake waits patiently for him in front of the hospital. Rich rolls right up, lowers the window, and calls

"Hey, hot stuff."

"Ooooh~" he laughs and gets in. They leave, they get their food, then they go home for that snuggle. Jake his forehead.

"I love you so goddamn much"

"I love you too." he pauses. "I think I fixed it, by the way. Jeremy? Got his shit to stop being threatening."

"Yeah? How'd you do that?"

"Well, I mean... I stopped Michael from exploding Jeremy and my Squip called Jeremy's a defect to get him to chill the fuck out."

"Damn. Good job, baby."

"Thank you, it was terrifying. There was a lot of yelling and being confused."

"But you did it. I'm proud. A proud father."

"A proud father?"

"A proud.... husband?"

"I dunno, I can call you daddy if you want, Jakey."

"Kinky. I like it"

"Yeah? Nice. Remind me of that next time I get laid, yeah?"

"When will that be?"

"Whenever you want it to be, daddy, I'm always up for it." he grins.

"How about.. tonight then?"

"Nice. I'd love that." Jake kisses his head again.

"and back on topic: you are no prior husband, I see no ring on this fuckin finger, Dillinger." he chuckles. Jake is nervous about this topic. He already has a ring. He got one a while ago. Why he doesn't have a lot of money left. Rich's smile fades.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No no. You didn't say anything wrong."

"Then..? You got a little tense there, Jake, you good bro?"

"Yeah bro. I'm good." He smiles down at him.

"... Okay. If you say so." Rich snuggles into his chest. It's already pretty late. They COULD get started. They very well could. And Rich fuckin knows it. He leans up to kiss Jake's neck a few times. Jake smiles and his hands move to his waist.

"So how about - gettin me laid - daddy?" he keeps kissing right up his throat to his jaw.

"Oh you know it,"