BMC & DEH One-shots

Gone

Ship: Boyf Riends
Musical: Be More Chill
AU: uhm AU where the SQUIP shutting off is so violent on Jeremy it kills him (sorry not sorry)
Warnings: vomit (not much don't worry), minor swearing, death, reference to a coma??, mention of nightmares, mention of suicide, I think that's it
Fluff/Angst/Smut: angst

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"Michael! Call Michael!"

"MICHAEL!"

"Even brought my own refreshments!"

"Why not?!"

"I... love... you."

Michael gagged, puking into the sink. He'd been waking up from nightmares for the past week or so each and every one leading to him throwing up his dinner. It was exactly a week and a half since the squipcident and Jeremy was still in the hospital. Michael visited everyday.

Bile stung the back of his throat as he blinked back tears. He needed to call Jeremy. He needed Jeremy.

Michael reached for the phone next to him, dialling the number he knew by heart.

"Hey you've reached Jeremy-" "The furry!" "Michael NO- GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!" "Don't leave your name and number unless you have furry porn or a fursuit!" "MICHAEL-" beeeeeeep!

Michael snorted. Jeremy never had the heart to change that voicemail- either that or he was too lazy to. It was alway funny to them. Michael took a breath.

"Hey Jer. Uhm... I had another nightmare tonight... about the play.... yeah... I uh don't think I could've waited till visiting hours to tell you so... heh here I am!

"Y'know, every time I walk into your hospital room I hope to see you sitting up, blinking at me with that adorable smile- heck I hope for that today!... be strong for me bud... bye..."

Michael sighed, hanging up. He knew Jeremy wouldn't answer, he was in a coma for fucks sake! Yet, he needed to hear his voice, at least hope Jeremy would receive the messages at some point.

The SQUIP had shut down Jeremy's body completely and with each passing day, his friend got weaker and weaker, the faint heartbeat slowing.

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"Don't leave your name and number unless you have furry porn or a fursuit!" "MICHAEL-" beeeeeeep!

"Hah Hey Jer it's me again... uh it's been a month since the play... the doctors said you might not make it...

"I can only hope right? Like seriously dude, you can do it.... I know you can do it. I love you Jer... see ya soon bud."

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beeeeeeep!

"H-Hey Jer.... it's been a week since the funeral... Dude your d-dads a mess..." Michael sniffled through the line.

His best friend had lost the fight. The SQUIP took the one thing Jeremy valued most, and that was his life. Michael would never see the blue of his eyes again.

"Uh a-anyway! I've said it before but... I love you Jeremy. More than you loved Christine. I can't stop loving you- GOD! It's stupid... I'm stupid.... I know eventually this numbers gonna stop working... I love you Jer..."

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The number you are trying to call no longer exists.

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"Mello Yello Farfellows and Marshmellows, this is Michael-" "MEOW!" "JEREMY YOU FURRY-" "MEOW!" "DUDE DON'T LICK MY FACE!" beeeeeeep!

"Michael, this is Christine-"

"And Rich!"

"Where the fuck are you?!"

"Christine!!"

"What?! I can swear!!!"

"Dude just please talk to us... we know how bad you feel... Jeremy was important to all of us... just please talk to us."

"Wow Rich-"

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Michael Mell, age 16 was reported dead in Middleborough Cemetery by his best friend's grave, 6 months after the play. His cause of death was pronounced as suicide and he never got to answer his friends. They didn't matter to him much anyway. All he needed was Jeremy.