BMC Oneshots!

~(4)~ ''Rich.. Please..'' [Pt. 1]

Credit: jarolsdyinginside
Not a ship
Not Requested - Vent
•Events of The Fire - (Rich Set A Fire)
•Soulmate AU - You feel what your soulmate feels (writing on skin, getting hurt, etc.)
TW: Burning/Fire, Suicidal Thoughts, Hallucinations, Underage Drinking
Word count: 1374
Notes: None
Published: November 18th, 2018, 10:18 PM
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      "What the hell do you want?!" Rich shouted at the computer in his brain, racing out the back door and into a secluded corner. The lawn was pretty crowded, but if he just stayed away from people everything would be okay. He gripped at his hair, not being able to take it. The SQUIP is ruining everything! It's faulty! "Stupid fucking floppy disk!" He shouted, getting a few stares from the people trying to have a fun time.

ɢ̸̸̸͓̽ᴇ̸̸̸͓̽ᴛ̸̸̸͓̽ ̸̸̸͓̽ᴛ̸̸̸͓̽ʜ̸̸̸͓̽ᴇ̸̸̸͓̽-̸̸̸͓̽ ̸̸̸͓̽ɢ̸̸̸͓̽ᴇ̸̸̸͓̽ᴛ̸̸̸͓̽-̸̸̸͓̽ ̸̸̸͓̽
ɴ̸̸̸͓̽ᴏ̸̸̸͓̽[ᴛ̸̸̸͓̽ ̸̸̸͓̽ғ̸̸̸͓̽<ᴀ̸̸̸͓̽ᴜ̸̸̸͓̽ʟ̸̸̸͓̽ᴛ̸̸̸͓̽¿ʏ̸̸̸͓̽,̸̸̸͓̽ ̸̸̸͓̽ᴊ̸̸̸͓̽ᴀ̸̸̸͓̽ᴍ̸̸̸͓̽'ᴇ̸̸̸͓̽?̸̸̸͓̽?̸̸̸͓̽-̸̸̸͓̽

      "Get out of my head!! You want the gasoline? Fine! I'll go ahead and burn this fucking house down! Is that what you want?! Then I'll finally get rid of you!" Rich cursing, storming to the fairly large shed and grabbing the red one-gallon gas can from the back. The SQUIP had been telling him about a had can in Jake's shed for weeks. He had no idea what it meant until he was fed up with it. The gas can have been stored in the back of the shed, just waiting to be used. The raging teen ran out and back into the house. He slowly spread some of the gasoline on the floor and up the stairs. As well as the second floor.

Richard, wait! Don't do this! Listen to me!
s̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽ᴇ̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽^ᴛ̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽ ̸̸̸͓̽ᴀ̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽- ̸̸̸͓̽ғ̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽ɪ̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽ʀ̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽ᴇ̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽-.̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽

      No. No. No! He was fed up with the SQUIP's stupid orders and commands. He was sick of being shocked and told what to do! He wanted to get rid of it! He was done! The teen couldn't think properly as he danced around, spreading the liquid all over the floors and walls. He was.. Laughing? Had he gone insane? No. He was perfectly sane.

      He poured the gasoline in every room, over the balcony, down the hall, and the stairs. He made sure there was enough for the last room he was going to lock himself in. There was no other way to get rid of the SQUIP besides death. This was it. This is enough. Rich usually had a lighter stored in one of his pockets. Because of the trauma at home, he couldn't help but start smoking. He forgot a pack of cigs today for some odd reason. Oh yeah, he was going to be late for school and he didn't have the time to grab them.

      Rich made sure to cover almost everything in gasoline in the last room, locking the door afterward. A smile plastered on his face as he listened to the pleads for Rich to stop. Grabbing the lighter from his pocket, and trickling a bit of the gasoline on a random shirt.

Rich, wait!< What aBø¡ut Mich@el?¡! You do n^ot knoW wha¬t yOur d0-ing!