GAME OVER (Jeremy X Reader)

Chapter 3: Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor

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Reader's Point Of View

I woke up to my alarm in my bedroom. I rubbed my head trying to remember what had happened the night before. The last thing I vividly remembered was doing homework in the library. Everything after that is just blank, empty.

I looked at myself in the mirror and around my room. Everything seemed to be in place, nothing out of the ordinary. What could've happened the night before?

I paced around my room thinking and thinking... I decided I'd call Michael and see if him or Jeremy knew anything that happened last night. But before I could press send the doorbell rang. My family isn't home a lot so, I'm usually the only one here.

I opened the front door to see Oliver Daniels.

"Hey Y/N." He asked.

"Uh- Hey... Oliver." I felt awkward. I had never really talked to him. I'd only seen him around and about with the popular kids. How'd he find my house anyway? "If you don't mind me asking, why are here? And how do you know where I live?"

He didn't answer my question. It was silent.

"Oliver, are you hearing me?" I said, getting rather annoyed.

"Up. Up. Down. Down. Left. Right. A." A sharp pain surged through my brain. Pounding. The same thing seemed to be happening to Oliver, but not nearly as intense.

As it started to go away, my breath panted out. I was so wrapped in what was happening to me, that I hadn't noticed that Oliver had left.

What the fuck was the point in that?

Hello Y/N.

"Who said that?" I said as I turned, looking around.

I'm your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor, your SQUIP.

"My- My what?" I stuttered and stumbled out. "Where are you?"

In your head.

"In my head?"

That's what I just said, is it not? Stop talking to me out loud.

Why?

You're the only one who can see and hear me, so if you're in public talking to me, it'll look like you're talking to yourself. Just think what you want to say.

What are you?

I'm a nano-technological functioning miniature super computer. I give you, let's say, suggestions on what to do.

How- How'd you get inside me?

I'm shaped like a pill. Oliver has one as well and apparently his thought that you could benefit from some assistance.

Well if you don't mind, could you not be talking to me in my head constantly? Because I can hardly think when you're talking.

Of course. You may deactivate and reactivate me at anytime you'd like, but I don't suggest it. I can be a big help to you.

Then answer me this... What happened to me last night?

The SQUIP replayed the images from the night before. I guess Oliver offered it to me and I said yes. Apparently I thought it was a good idea at the time.