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Requested by the Sims.

Okay, they didn't request it, but they have triggered me.

I made Michael and Jeremy in the Sims, and they're getting married soon!

I made Michael live in a bathroom for a day.

I also had Michael enter a video game tournament, and...

I also had Michael enter a video game tournament, and

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THIS IS NOT OKAY.

HE'S LITERALLY CRYING IN HIS BED.

I MUST FIX WITH FLUFF.

So, um, imagine this as what happens right after he lost the tournament!

(Jeremy's POV)

"Mph," I said in boredom. It's the middle of the summer, and I've already beaten all my one-player games.

"Badababa," the phone rang as I punched in numbers. "Beep boop beep boop."

"Michael?" Someone had picked up, but didn't say anything.

"Michael? Are you there?" I could hear small sniffles.

"Y-Yeah," he replied shakily. I felt my heart break a little.

"M-Michael? A-Are you okay?"

Silence.

"N-No," he muttered.

"I'm coming over, okay? Right now."

I quickly drove over to his house and knocked on the door. Nobody came, so I used the spare key they had under their mailbox.

I went upstairs to find him curled up in blankets, sobbing on his bed.

"Michael, baby, I'm here," I said to him. "I mean Heere."

I heard him laugh a little at that. It barely improved his mood, though.

"What happened, Micha?"

"Th-There was a video g-game tournament," he sniffled. "I lost, a-and it c-c-called me a l-loser."

I immediately pulled him into a hug. Ever since what I said at the Halloween party, Michael could barely stand hearing the word "loser". Let alone being called it.

"Michael, you're not a loser. I promise. It's a stupid game, it doesn't know who you are. It doesn't know your soft hair, your warm eyes, your bright smile, or your amazing personality. You are not a loser. You are mine. And I will love you forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever."

"R-Really?" he asked, his breathing steadying.

"Of course."

He hugged me tighter. He didn't cry, he just held onto me tightly. So, I held him back.

UPDATE: HE MADE A "SAD PAINTING".

UPDATE: HE MADE A "SAD PAINTING"

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I CANNOT RIGHT NOW.

HOW DOES HE-

I JUST-

W H A T

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