[Be More Chill] Boyf Riends One-Shots

12. Control [Part 2/3]

>> TW: Murder, character death, blood <<

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(( I cried while writing this. Prepare yourselves, guys! - Connor ☆ ))

The SQUIP jerked the blade out of his stomach. Blood immediantly gushed out of the wound, soaking through the fabric of his hoodie. Michael stumbled back, wincing and holding his hands over the wound. He cursed under his breath before shakily falling to his knees.

["No, no, no, no, no,"] Jeremy cried, his sobs nearly breaking through the SQUIP's control. ["You can't! You can't do this!"]

The SQUIP laughed. ["Of course I can, Jeremy!] It taunted. ["I'm in control of your pathetic life now."]

Jeremy watched in horror as Michael coughed and spat out blood. He began to tremble with anger.

["Shut down,"] He said, his voice low amd vicious. Jeremy tried to break the SQUIP's control again, wincing against the shocking. He persisted, and repeated, ["Shut down, SQUIP."]

["What?"] The SQUIP laughed again. ["You can't tell me what to do. I'm-"]

["Shut down,"] He said, trembling. The pain was unbearable, but he'd do anything if it meant he could save Michael. Tears stung his eyes, until...

His eyes returned to their normal color, and the glowing patterns that littered his skin began to fade. Jeremy fell to the floor, letting out a cry of pain as his head throbbed.

He looked around, spotting Michael on the floor, cursing and crying with his hands soaked with blood.

He stood up and ran to him, falling to his knees by his side. "M-Michael!"

Michael's eyes widened with fear and he tried to move away from Jeremy, but gasped in pain from the effort. He sheilded his face, trembling.

"Michael, no! No, i-it's me, I'm-" Jeremy gently took Michael's hands, moving them away from his face. "I'm Jeremy. The SQUIP, i-it's.. It's off."

Tears formed in Michael's eyes, but he smiled anyway. "Jer-Bear, I'm... I'm so sorry I couldn't... I didn't save you..."

Jeremy shook his head, gently lowering Michael to lay in his arms. "No, I-I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have let it c-control me. I should have listened to you and not taken it at all! I-..." He broke off, beginning to sob. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."

"Shhh..." Michael weakly lifted a hand to Jeremy's cheek, wiping away his tears. He chuckled in apology at the smear of blood on Jeremy's cheek and pulled away his hand, but Jeremy pressed it to his face.

"It's okay," Michael murmured. "I know you didn't want to hurt me, Jer-Bear. It was your SQUIP that did this, he controlled you into all of this. It's its fault that I'm dying, not yours."

"You're not going to die!" Jeremy wailed, panic washing over his guilt. "Just hold on, M-Micha, you're going to be okay."

"Jeremy..."

Jeremy frantically looked around, at the crowd just standing in silence and shock. The whole auditorim seemed silent, filling Jeremy up with fear and anger. "Stop just standing there," He yelled. "Call an ambulance! Please! So-someone save him!"

"Je-Jeremy!" Michael said, louder. Tears fell down Jeremy's cheeks as he turned to look at him again. He looked so weak, so pale...

"It's no use. I'm... I'm going to die no matter what you do. Just... Just listen." Michael took Jeremy's hand, lacing his fingers with his. "I'm not afraid," he said, trying to put on a brave smile.

"Michael, please, I... I can't lose you..." Jeremy sobbed.

"Shhh... It's okay. Jeremy, I," he paused. "Thank you. For being by my side. Always. I couldn't have asked for a better Player 2..."

Tears fell from Michael's eyes, his eyelids beginning to droop. "Jeremy... I love you," he murmured.

Then, Michael's hand fell from Jeremy's, and the boy fell limp in his arms. Jeremy's breath hitched, his icy blue eyes widening with fear.

"Michael..?"

Jeremy stared at his best friend, limp - no, dead - in his arms. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't... Breathe. His ears began to ring as a hushed murmuring and cries of fear and panic came from the crowd. He just stared, tears falling down his cheeks.

Jeremy then was snapped out of his trance by mental jingling. Hesitantly, he looked up, to see two police officers hovering over him. One held up a pair of handcuffs with a stern expression.

The SQUIP's taunting voice rang throughout his head. ["Looks like its game over now."]