Winter's Progression

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The squip explained the procedure. He would go inside Jeremy's head and implant himself into his brain again, since their recent fight had torn him off. The squip would spend a day messing around inside his head, some things Jer would feel and some he wouldn't. The final stage was checking to make sure the squip hadn't damaged him. It was a very delicate procedure but the squip had access to the most advanced medical procedures and had a 97% success percentage. He'd done the math on Jeremy's wall in chalk to prove it. Sometimes the Squip just liked to show how smart he was. It was an annoying trait he'd picked up from highschool, boys like to show off.

The final text would consist of the Squip testing out Jeremy's reflexes, memory, social ability, academic ability, and his feelings. Many squips and their hosts had performed this upgrade and it was for the most part successful, save one folly that could be made. If anything went wrong, the hosts totally lost contact with their emotions. They became psychopaths, totally oblivious to the world around them, in some cases the hosts went crazy. Their hosts couldn't take having their feelings ripped away at their squip's hands. There were actually loads of stories of people gone crazy from their squips, Michael had just found one of them.

After hearing this, the squip disappeared with a static pop. Jeremy had the rest of the day off, the squip went off...somewhere. Jeremy wasn't actually sure of where he went. He really didn't know anything about the squip, didn't know where he went when he wasn't with Jeremy. In his head maybe? He had some time to kill, so he picked up a book. He picked up his Xbox controller and tried to play Bioshock but couldn't get into it. He even booted up his computer and tried to find a good porno but nothing was taking his mind pff of the squip. He laid on his bed, resorting to letting his thoughts take over. He thought about the squip's subtle stubble, thought about his brown hair. He remembered it was soft, like a cat's when he had his hands in it. Jeremy giggled, imagining the squip as a little black cat with blue, blue eyes. Better yet, a kitten! He laughed to himself.
He remembered how the squip looked in his plaid jammie pants, remembered how his band shirt hugged his chest, remembered how his hair was just a little bit messed up. Okay, a lottle bit messed up. It made Jeremy think back to when he was in middle school and a huge Supernatural fanboy. He bought all of the merchandise, binge watched all the episodes with his dad, sometimes his mom. He watched all of the interviews with the boys. He smiled at the thought, those were good memories. It clicked in his head what the squip reminded him of. The squip's dark curls were almost a match of Misha Collin's sex hair. He froze, then pushed the thought from his mind. Hoping the squip didn't know that he'd thought Castiel was the hottest boy on the show.

After a while of admiring Jeremy smelled...food. Food from downstairs, but his father didn't cook? His mother did all the cooking, when she was younger she wanted to be a professional chef. His father couldn't cook much more than box mac n' cheese and even that was questionable at times. Jeremy opened his door and almost shouted down to his father, but decided against it. He took the stairs two by two, walked over to his kitchen and peeked around the corner. His dad was wearing his now normal basketball shorts and was standing in front of a hot pan, pouring pancake mix into it. Jeremy walked out from behind the corner with a grin on his face.

"Dad, you can't even make toast without setting the alarms off" Jeremy smiled, a real genuine smile that touched his eyes. His father looked up, his spatula mid flip in the air.

"Hey soldier! Thought I'd give it a try. Even though it's dinner time." His brows drew together, as if realizing how inappropriate the time of day was. Jeremy shrugged in response and grabbed two plates, some forks and butter knives, and a couple of napkins and began to set their counter top. They had an official dinner table but they hardly used it, there was just the two of them now, so they ate at the counter. Jeremy pulled out his phone and started flipping through it.

'I should really send Michael a quick apology snapchat' he thought, absently chewing his cheek. Before he made the decision to his father plopped a plate down in front of him. Two medium sized pancakes sat in the middle, they looked both burned and undercooked at the same time. Jeremy threw a fake smile on and drowned his cakes in syrup and butter and shoved them in his mouth so he wouldn't have to give criticism. His father knew though. They were really crappy pancakes.

The kitchen was a mess, there was a black griddle sitting on the stove that was drenched in vegetable oil. There was cold toast in the toaster that was forgotten, and a burned smell drifted out on the vicinity into the living room. It was one of the best meals Jeremy had eaten in a while.

It could only last for so long though, and after he'd finished his food (there was still batter in the middle) he excused himself to his room. He shut the door and locked it, something he only did when he had homework or wanted to jack off. Jeremy took a deep breath and called to the squip.

He called the squip's name and clasped his hands together to keep them from shaking. Out of the blue he found he was nervous. The last upgrade had hurt, it felt like the shocks his squip gave him, but all over his body since the computer was tapping into his nerves as well. He heard a soft zap behind him and whirled around, the squip had laid down on his bed, head softly resting against his headboard. He had both legs bent and his hands folded over his tummy. The squip turned his head sharply, a smirk coloring his face.

"Are you ready?" His eyes were half closed, the sight caused Jeremy's butterflies to return. His heart fluttered, he felt it in his throat. He tried to look anywhere but at his bed. At the picture frames on the wall, at his dirty laundry, at his computer desk, but his eyes kept returning to the man in his bed. He swallowed hard, and nodded. He walked to his bed, and sat on the edge with his hands folded tightly. His pulse jumping higher.