Take a Chill Pill

Electronic Cookbook

•E/C: Eye Color
•Y/N: Your Name

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Your POV:
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I push my loose hair back with my right hand to get it out of my face as I put the last of my new clothes in my dresser. A soft yawn then escapes my lips, which I cover with my hand before I turn to face SQUIP, who's leaning against the wall and playing what, no joke, looks to be Tetris on the screen. He catches my gaze and quickly makes the screen disappear with the swipe of his hand, but I saw. I smirk at the supercomputer.

"Who's outdated now?"

"It will make a comeback soon," he claims almost under his breath.

"Excuses, excuses." I laugh lightly. "Whatever. Time to make dinner, right?"

"Mhmm," he hums with the nod of his head before pushing off the wall and following me downstairs.

'All right, Squipy, what's on the menu?' I ask mentally as I enter the kitchen, since my dad is in the living room. Can't have him overhearing me talking to "myself". A harsh glare is sent my way from the blue-skinned male after I called him Squipy. He raises his hand, pointing his index finger upwards.

"First of all, don't call me that." He then folds his hands behind his back. "Second, we're making pasta. It's simple enough that even you can make it."

'Can you stop insulting my cooking capabilities?' I playfully pout at the supercomputer, making him smirk.

"After reviewing your past experiences, how can I not?" He retorts swiftly, causing me to roll my eyes.

'Well, fuck you too.'

"Ah!" I rub the back of my neck and groan, squeezing my eyes shut after I'm tasered... again. I release a small huff in annoyance. He really needs to stop that.

'You're such an ass.' I swear I hear a light chuckle erupt from him as I approach the kitchen sink to wash my hands. While I clean up, SQUIP busies himself with finding homemade, pasta sauce recipes on his holographic screen. Since I do know how to boil noodles, I grab a small pot and fill it with water before setting it on the stove. I turn the knob on the oven, causing flames to rise from the burner on a low setting, before going to the cabinet, where I find a box of rigatoni. I pour a decent amount of the noodles into the pot, while SQUIP manifests behind me to peer over my shoulder and examine my work. I frown while peering at him from the corner of my eye. He's like right on top of me, and it's irritating.

'Can you not?'

"I want to make sure you do it correctly." I turn to him and give him an annoyed look.

'It's pasta! It's literally one of the easiest things a person could cook!'

"Says the woman who burnt toast." Groaning in frustration, I turn back around to face the boiling water.

'Well, I shouldn't have to worry about that anymore if you plan on sticking around,' I think to him with vexation clear in my mental tone.

"It's not like I chose you," he mutters to himself, making something within me snap. Before I could comprehend my actions, I clench my fist and spin around to punch the stupid supercomputer in the face. Sadly, things don't exactly go according to plan, for SQUIP clearly saw this coming and disappeared before I could land a hit. A gasp escapes my lips as my E/C eyes grow wide, and I fall flat on my stomach on the hardwood flooring. I grunt and use my elbows to prop myself up as pixels form SQUIP's body in front of me. I glare up at him for doing that to me. It actually kinda hurt.