"You win."
"That's all he said?" Michael looks at me and I shrug my shoulders.
"What else would he say? We pretty much killed him. So I mean, yeah, we did win."
I am sitting with Michael in his room. We are just chilling and playing AOTD. We have been on the same level for hours with no progress whatsoever, and I'm ready to just give up.
"Let's call it a night." I hand my controller to Michael, who sighs and shuts off his Nintendo. I groan and stand up, stiff from sitting so long. I help Michael up and then we head downstairs.
His moms weren't home. They had left the house earlier in the day to go on vacation for their anniversary. From what I could tell, Michael was going to be living off of frozen TV dinners for a couple of weeks. He grabs two from the freezer, tossing them in the microwave. Once they are done, we sit down and eat dinner. It seems so strange to me that just yesterday, I had a computer in my head telling me what to do. I kinda miss it. I feel like Squip was not that bad, then I remember the play. Nope, he was horrible.
"Buddy, are you good?" Michael looks at me from across the table. "You kinda spaced out."
"Yeah, I'm good. It just seems so crazy. Everything happened and I'm still me."
"Well of course you are, a computer isn't gonna be able to change who you really are Jere."
"Yeah. I am still the same old Jere." I sigh and take my plate to the sink and wash it.
"Do you want a soda dude?" Michael is rummaging around in the pantry.
"Yeah that sounds good!" I hear Michael laughing in the pantry.
When he walks out, he is holding two bottles of green Mountain Dew.
"Oh no. Why do you even drink that anymore?" I grab one bottle from him and unscrew the lid.
"I don't," Micheal says. He laughs as he opens his bottle. "But now it's all the soda we have left. I drank the rest."
"Well, I guess it doesn't matter." I take a big swig. "It's not like I am taking another pill. He is gone." I proptly chug the whole bottle and throw it into the recycling can.
Good riddance. I do not miss him enough for me to want him back. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I check it.
Dad: I need you at home. I forgot where I put my pants and I need your help finding them.
Well then.
"Hey, sorry Michael, I have to head home. My dad is having a... problem." I show him my phone.
"Oh lord, you better head home then and help him."
I run upstairs to Michael's room to grab my bag. As I am slinging my bag over my shoulder, I feel a shock in my spine, but I dismiss it quickly. It's probably nothing. I run downstairs, give Michael a hug, and then I bolt out of the door.
Ten minutes later, I had arrived home and found my dad's pants. They were in the dryer. I plopped down on my bed and groaned out of boredom. Wait, since the SQUIP is gone, I can masterbate once again. I grab my laptop and lotion and sit at my desk.
I unzip my pants and start up my computer. As it starts up, I pull down my boxers as well. I look at the screen. What porno should I watch? Maybe lesbian porn. I start it up. I watch it, but after a while, I realize I have no interest in it. The SQUIP kinda ruined masterbation for me.
I shut my computer and strip off the rest of my clothes to go get in the shower. I turn on the hot water and slip into the steaming stream of water, allowing it to cascade over my body. I sigh, basking in the peace and warmth that I feel in the shower. Once the water starts to come out cold, I get out a towel and wrap it around my waist.
Right when I reach for the bathroom door, I feel an agonizing pain in my head. I curl up on the floor, clutching the sides of my skull. What is happening to me? The pain splits through my head, my eyes tearing up. Just when it is almost too much, it suddenly stops. I wipe the tears from my eyes and stand up. When I lift my head, I am nose to nose with a familiar face.
Hello Jeremy. Did you miss me?
One more voice in my head. Fuck.
