BMC Boyf Riends One Shots

Mistakes were Made

An angst chapter, yay am I right, and two days before the holidays get heere. I guess you guys need something to read so me even updating this and ignoring my cold and crave to draw is your present. Just a present. It doesn't even need to be Christmas it's just a gift from me to you awesome people..I'm rambling let's get into this!

This was a mistake. Michael looked down at his shaking hands and could feel his breath quicken. Why did he do this? What made him do this? He didn't care anymore he just wanted the pain to go away. He didn't even acknowledge that he was being spoken to until he heard his name, and even then he didn't look up, the pain too much to ignore.

"Michael Mell. Welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor," Michael looked up and knew what came next, so as soon as it said "Your Squip," Michael said "my Squip." weakly.

He didn't know who he expected the Squip to look like but now it honestly made sense. It looked like Jeremy, the new Jeremy, specifically in the same outfit he wore at Jake's Halloween party. The two stared at each other, Michael trying to stand up but barely even managing to sit.

"You seem much weaker than most humans. You also appear out of shape."  The Squip was blunt, too blunt and too straight forward.

"T-Thanks for pointing out the obvious." Michael rolled his eyes at the Squip. The fact it looked like Jeremy only made this all worse. 

"I advise you to start exercising, as well as eating less junk food and actually eating something that can help your body."

"You aren't my mom. You're a computer in my head I got so my friend would like me again. So you might wanna, I dunno, do your job." Michael deadpanned, receiving another rush of pain, but this time it went through his arm instead of his head. He examined his arm and seen markings that looked like unfinished circuits. "What was that for!?"

"You were essentially disobeying me. Now, do as I said and do some push ups. I say you should do at least 20 every morning, and jog your way to school. Maybe if you get into shape we can find a way to make you seem at least somewhat attractive to Jeremy."

"I don't wanna be attractive to him, I just want him to see that I exist." Michael said and he received another shock.

"Floor. Push ups. Now." The last phrase sounded sort of demonic, it honestly scared Michael to hear the voice of his long time crush being so mean to him. Especially since said crush had also been his only friend for 12 years which was majority of his life, only five years not spent together.

To avoid yet another shock, Michael re-positioned himself from a criss-cross position to a push up position. He began doing said push ups, being shocked every time he failed, which was a lot.

By the time he was finished, he was laying on the floor as if he'd just ran around the entire world, breathing heavily and looking up at his Squip.

"Now you have to do that every morning. Lucky for you it's basically your bed time, which means get your pajamas on and get in your bed. Sleep is essential to be attractive, which means you should probably take your sleeping medication."

"But what if Jeremy....Jeremy calls me...and I don't know?" Michael asked, trying to stand up and failing horribly.

"Do you really think he'll call you? He called you a loser at the biggest party of your school year. You will have to step up your game if you want him to even remotely talk to you."

"F-Fine...I can't get up."

"You are extremely weak, you know that?"

"Yeah I know that can you like, help me?" With that Michael lost control of his body and basically watched as the Squip preformed his going to bed routine for him. Well the only difference was that it made Michael take his medicine, which he never did.