Squipped - Boyf Riends

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Target male inaccessible. 

"What??" Michael put his controller down again, not caring if the boss was gonna kill him or not. He took a deep breath in.

Calibration in process. Please excuse some mild discomfort.

"Mild?!?"

All of a sudden, Michael felt what he thought was a million volts running through his body. He let out a blood curdling scream, and if his moms were home, they'd probably think he was being murdered. Michael doubled over in pain, groaning and occasionally letting out a yelp or two.

His limbs felt useless and his brain felt like it was being stretched apart.

Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated.

Michael stopped screaming. The pain and shock stopped all of a sudden, and he took that opportunity to stand up. Michael was left standing in the middle of the basement floor, huffing and holding his head. "What the-"

Discomfort level may increase.

Michael suddenly let out another screech, much louder and painful than before. Michaels body felt like 100 tasers were electrocuting him all at once.

Accessing neural memory.

"GAAAH-AUUGH!"

Accessing muscle memory.

Michael weakly, and painfully tried to move, but that just made the pain worse. His knees buckled in and he fell back down to the floor.

Access procedures complete.

The pain stopped again. Michael hoisted himself up on his makeshift basement bed. He braced himself for another "shock session" but it never came. He slowly opened his eyes again.

Michael Mell, welcome to your super quantum unit intel processor.

A figure materialized in from of him from air and blue lines. Michael stared up at it in disbelief. Was that-

Your squip.

Michael blinked a few times and pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

He saw jeremy standing over him. It was an exact replica, only slightly...blue. Michael didn't know how to react.

It was Jeremy.

His Jeremy.

An exact replica.

"What..what the fuck" Michael muttered, more to himself than to that...thing.

"Y-you look like...Jeremy..."

    "Yes and I can also take the form of Keanu Reeves, Sean Connery, jack Nicholson"

Michael gasped as the Squip changed forms right infront of his eyes.

"And sexy anime femaaaaaale huhuhuuu~"
The Squip took form of Jeremy in a hatsune miku getup and giggled femininely.

"aW-What the FUCK," Michael gagged, as he shielded his poor eyes. "Uh-Jeremy's FINE"

"Whatever you say, Michael." He said, changing back into Jeremy...with his normal clothes on thank god.

"Okay okay...so...your supposed to make me into whatever I want ri-"

"I exist to make correct your mistakes. Clean you up and make you perfect."

Michaels heart twinged at the comment. It was on the rude side, but it came from Jeremy and Jeremy's voice. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether to be offended by the comment or just nod along and go with it.

It was Jeremy after all.

"You don't have to do anything. Just listen and obey and everything will be better."

Michael blushed. That was....weird. This whole this is weird. He still doesn't know if he's dreaming or not.

Then again, he probably is.

"I assure you, you are not dreaming."  Jeremy-I mean...the squip said.  "Now, let's get to work."

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The squip led Michael back into the mall. "What...what are we-"

"If you want to fit in you at least have to look like you fit in, Michael" the Jeremy copy said. "We need to get you a new wardrobe."

As they were walking, they passed by Spencer's gifts. Michael reached his hand towards it, just to have Jeremy-Squip swat it away. Michael blinked. When Michael tried again, he got zapped.

It felt like the access procedure, but only for a second.

"oUCH-what the HELL was THAT for?!"

"You need to listen Michael. You did not listen, therefore I shocked you" the squip said bluntly.

Michael rubbed at his temples. He wasn't sure if he made a mistake or not. He probably did, because he was getting shocked by a rip off glowing Jeremy.

"Just do what I tell you to do and it'll be fine."

Michael gulped as they walked into a clothing shop.