Take a Chill Pill

School Clubs

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color

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Your POV:
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"Now, hush, little baby,
Don't you cry.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady,
I told ya,
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night," I sing to myself while walking to the beat of Mockingbird by Eminem, which plays from the white earbuds in my ears, on my way to school.

'Damn that hockey accident! He was a god! He rapping up above now!' I pound my chest twice with my fist before holding up to a peace sign to the sky. From the corner of my eye, I catch SQUIP rolling his eyes at me for being ridiculous. Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't zap me for doing that.

"Y/N, for fucks sake, please, stop singing. It's been nearly a year since he died anyway. Get over it." I gasp dramatically, placing a hand over my heart like I was wounded by his words.

"Get over— Who cares if it's been a year? His songs are fire." I didn't find a problem speaking aloud to the moody, blue boi, since no one is really in the vicinity. There aren't really many cars driving past on the street either, so I probably won't get caught talking to myself. Even so, I still think it's odd that he didn't electrocute me anyway.

"Just stop singing, please, before someone hears you. You sound worse than a screaming baby."

"Oh, you're just jelly that I can keep up with the rap god." SQUIP rolls his eyes at me and nothing more, which is... strange. He'd usually have a comeback. I stop in my tracks and stare at the supercomputer with concern written on my features. Ever since last night, even after we made up over our little argument, he's been a little off, not as pushy. I mean that's good for me, but out of the ordinary for him. I can't help but wonder what's up.

"Are you feeling okay? You haven't shocked me at all today, and you've been saying please a lot too." My E/C orbs widen when realization dawns on me, and a wide, knowing grin appears on my lips. According to that look on his face, I'm definitely right. I point at the blue-skinned male, who stares back at me with a flat expression on his face. "Aw, Squippy, are you taking my advice to be nicer?" His bright eyes narrow at me as a  warning, while a small frown forms on his lips.

"I can, and will, go back to the shock method if you keep this up." I laugh at his tsundere-like attitude, finding it hilarious that a supercomputer meant to tell me what to do is taking my advice. SQUIP groans at me before materializing black sunglasses in his hand to cover his eyes with in order to look cooler than he already does in his fitted, black, long-sleeve shirt, ripped blue jeans, and fancy, black sneakers with teal and indigo laces and markings. I shake my head at the male and continue to walk beside him.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Thank you, though. I'm sure this arrangement will probably be better for me. No more random muscle spasms." I shudder upon recalling how his dreadful shocks feel like. It's just so inhumane!

"Let's just see about that. Also, stop talking out loud. We're getting close to the school now. Did you want to sound like a lunatic that speaks to themself?"

'Fine, fine.' I sigh in defeat as I adjust my new outfit a bit, feeling a little uncomfortable in the clothes SQUIP selected. Granted, I think the dark blue sweater with geometric shapes on it looks cute on top of the black and white, striped undershirt, but the dark grey jean shorts are a little too short for my liking, and the mesh stockings don't exactly fix the issue.