Be More Chill Oneshots

When you buy a Squip!- Michael/Jeremy (Part 1)

Based off a prompt sent by Ghostfire137. Thank you, it is much appreciated and actually gave me some good inspiration. Trigger warnings for self-harm (yes, it's an angst chapter, don't act surprised). Please enjoy, and keep the requests coming please!

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Michael's p.o.v

Christine, Christine, Christine, Christine, Christine, Christine, Christine...

I have just about had it with Christine goddamn Canigula!

Sure, I don't mind Jeremy dating her. You should be able to date who you want, right? It would be nice, however, if Jeremy didn't spend every waking (and non-waking) moment with her and he actually acknowledged my existence once in a while.

Even when we're playing video games, it's not the same anymore. He's always obsessively checking his phone, going out with that stupid fake apologetic excuse he has.

I hate it. And it's all the Squip's fault.

Obviously not directly. I mean, it went crazy and tried to take over the entirety of humanity, didn't it? However, after Jeremy's stay in hospital (where I was the only person who actually bothered to visit him, by the way) him and Christine got together.

That was two months ago now. I've just sorta been third-wheeling for that time, but it's getting old now. Watching the person I love giggling and holding hands and kissing with the girl he's been crushing on since seventh grade.

That's correct. You didn't read wrong. I love Jeremy Heere, and I'm not afraid to say it! Well, except to him and the rest of the school, of course.

So that's why I'm hanging in the bathroom, flipping a grey oblong pill that cost $400 over and over with my middle and index finger. I'm sure you can work out what it is pretty easily, if you know what happened two months ago. I'm hesitant to take it, though. The Mountain Dew is already open, and I've took a few sips to get myself ready.

The bell rings out loud and clear but I ignore it. I'm still not sure if this is the right thing to do. Then I look to the toilet door which reads Jeremy & Christine forever and all doubts disappear in an instant. I stop spinning the pill, throw it into my mouth and chug a liberal amount of Mountain Dew. It slides down my throat easily.

Jeremy was right. It does taste-

"Target male inaccessible!"

Jesus Christ! Pain shoots through my head like a motorcycle and I have to suppress a scream.

"Calibration in process! Please excuse some mild discomfort."

If this is mild, then my ass is made of chicken.

"Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated."

Huh. The pain clears, and I swipe off my glasses to wipe my eyes. Now, if what Jeremy tells me is correct...

"Discomfort level may increase."