Be More Chill Reacts To Be More Chill

The Pitiful Children

(JEREMY gets a text on his phone.)

JEREMY (SPOKEN)
Oh my god. They're saying Rich is in the hospital. And Jake broke both his legs trying to escape the fire.

"Actually I broke them trying to save Rich, but..."

How could Rich's squip let him do it?

"That'th what you're fucking worried about?" Rich exclaimed. "And here I am thinking you were genuinely contherned."

Jeremy frowned. He wanted to argue, but he didn't feel like it anymore. Nobody did. There had been so many stupid, pointless arguments between them that whole day that nobody felt the need to anymore.

Well, except for the Squip, of course. He was always up for a good argument.

THE SQUIP
Rich was under a lot of pressure at home.

Rich shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "How did he know that?" his words came out as mumbled.

With his Squip disabled due to the alcohol, it seems he lacked the proper...coping mechanism.

"How the fuck are you a coping mechanism?" Michael laughed.

The Squip dryly laughed. "One more word out of you, Michael, and I swear to god."

Michael rolled his eyes, though his heartbeat sped up.

JEREMY (SPOKEN)
Did you know? (Beat.) You made me leave the party-

THE SQUIP
I was aware of certain...probabilities.

Rich inhaled shakily. "Michael?"

"Hmm?"

"You have my full permithion to beat the thit out of that evil Tic Tac."

Michael smirked and went to get up, but Jeremy immediately pushed him back down.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Jeremy said. "Besides, your hand goes right through him, remember? And your hand's hurt."

Michael groaned. "Fine."

JEREMY (SPOKEN)
Did you know people were gonna get hurt?

THE SQUIP (SPOKEN)
I'm getting the impression you don't trust me, Jeremy.

"You didn't answer the question, asshole," Michael pointed out.

The Squip stared at Michael with hooded eyes. "I warned you, Michael. But you didn't listen. You never do."

"The hell are you- OW!"

A sharp pain pierced Michael's brain. Looking around, everyone saw that the Squip was no longer in sight.

Jeremy was the first one to take action. "Michael?!" he shouted, concern lacing his voice. "Michael, what's wrong?!"

Michael was holding his head in pain as a voice began to echo throughout his mind.

"You're a loser, you know that, right?"

His eyes widened. The voice sounded just like Jeremy's. He couldn't tell the difference between the voice in his head and the comforting voice next to him.

"J-Jeremy?" Michael whimpered.

"Yes, baby? I'm right here."