Meant to be Yours|| Boyf Riends

63

The Squip was going to drive Christine insane.

She heavily regretted not drinking the Mountain Dew Red when she had the chance. The Squip was trying to get Christine to escape again, but Christine didn't want to be in this dump longer than she should, plus she wanted to see if Sadie actually fell through with the plan this time.

The odd thing was, the Squip started to glitch.

Neither Christine or the Squip really knew what was happening, but it was definitely something that wasn't supposed to.

Christine turned the Squip off almost every time it came back on. She couldn't deal with it anymore, it was starting to insult her more and more, which hurt when it was the only thing Christine could even consider as a friend.

After another sleepless night, everything changed.

Christine was tossing and turning on the highly uncomfortable mattress that was way too thin, when a headache inducing shriek rattled through her brain.

It sounded like a fire alarm times a thousand, Christine had never heard a sound so obnoxious in her life.

The noise kept dragging out, and eventually Christine ended up rocking back and forth, covering her ears and hands, and screaming along.

The prisoners in adjoining cells started shouting profanities at Christine. A handful of guards finally paid attention to the fuss, walking over to the cell of the screaming girl.

The terrible noise only got louder, but the Squip managed to speak over it.

Repeat after me: I need mountain dew red or else my brain will overheat and combust.

The Squip's voice kept crackling and fading out, Christine barely caught what it said.

When she processed the words at once, Christine was absolutely petrified. Not only that, but Christine was so, so angry at the Squip for not saying anything sooner.

So, Christine did what she did best. Snap at everyone.

"Alright people, if you don't give me some fucking Mountain Dew red right now my brain will catch on fire."

Two of the guards exchanged a glance, nervous chuckles tumbling out of their lips.

The third guard widened his eyes in fear and realization, but soon joined in with the chuckles of the other two, albeit it being forced. Then, they walked away.

The noise didn't cease to stop. At this point, Christine hoped her brain would combust. It would be much better than this.

Of course the guards wouldn't believe her. It sounded a lot less ridiculous in her head.

Apparently everyone within a ten mile radius who has a Squip is experiencing this sensation. As much as I would like to stay, you need to get rid of me.

"You don't think I'm trying? It's not my fault nobody in this goddamn hell hole believed me!"

Please remain calm.

The Squip continued to glitch at a much more frequent rate.

"How the hell am I supposed to 'stay calm?' You tell me that my brain is going to combust, yet you want me to stay calm? I HAVE NO ACCESS TO MOUNTAIN DEW RED. I am more than likely to die, I will not stay calm, you piece of shit Squip.

You have a few hours, maybe something will happen.

Christine may have wanted others to die, but she didn't want to die! Especially after being surrounded by nothing but concrete walls for months on end.

Tears started to fall down Christine's face as she realized there was nothing she could do.

Christine decided to just go to sleep, it would be much less painful that way.

So, despite her overwhelming nerves, Christine fell asleep.

At some point, Christine suddenly woke up. Not by flames tickling her brain or everlasting third degree burns like she expected, but a rather shrill scream from somewhere down the hall.

Christine sat up, highly confused. Maybe less time had passed than she thought. Turns out, that was the case.

Pounding footsteps sounded from down the hall, getting louder and louder with each step.

The person seemed out of breath, probably because the hallways were extremely long.

Christine's heart was beating faster than ever- even faster than when she was running from the police.

Countdown to combustion. Thirty... Twenty nine... Twenty eight...

Christine scrunched her eyes shut as tightly as she could-somehow thinking it would relieve the pain.

Christine noticed that the footsteps were a lot nearer now.

Eighteen... Seventeen... Sixteen...

A/N: ;)))