~Everything about you is so terrible~
Y/N is simply... average. She doesn't mind it, really. I mean, who's she trying to impress? Sure, her life isn't anything perfect, but whatever. It is what it is. She had no interest in becoming popular, but my...
•E/C: Eye Color •Y/N: Your Name •F/C: Favorite Celebrity
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A small smile stretches my lips as my arms tighten around the plush turtle SQUIP had won for me. Soon after, my eyelashes flutter open to reveal my E/C orbs, and I sit up before looking around my clean room. I can barely even recognize it as my own anymore.
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SQUIP had made me change so much, but I actually kind of like it this way. There's so much space now, so I don't feel cluttered. Considering that today is Saturday, I decided to stay in bed longer and just play with my phone until I feel hungry enough to go downstairs for breakfast, and SQUIP can't say shit about it, since he's turned off at the moment. I eventually grow bored of sitting by myself, however, and decide to bring him out. Just the thought of him returning summons the blue supercomputer. He materializes at my bedside with his back against the wall and his fingers fiddling with that holographic board of his.
"Good morning, Y/N. I see you've slept well," he greets before his eyes peer over at me, and his hand swipes the screen to make it disappear. His hands then meet behind his back as he watches me throw my feet over the edge of the bed.
"Morning, SQUIP," I whisper softly in case my parents hear.
'Thanks for the lucid dream. I always did want to meet F/C.'
"You're welcome." SQUIP sends me a light smile as he watches me stretch my limbs. I groan in frustration as I shake my left leg after realizing it had fallen asleep. I always hate when that happens. It takes forever for the sensation to go away. My eyes meet blue ones when SQUIP approaches me while shaking his head.
"Honestly, Y/N, if you let such little things bother you, we're going to have a problem," he comments while tapping my kneecap with his finger. The pins and needles fade away instantly, and I wiggle my toes. I smirk at the supercomputer.
'Oh, you know you love me,' I retort. Again, the male shakes his head in disappointment, making me giggle. Now that my limbs are working, I fix the bedding like SQUIP had got me in the habit of doing every morning.
"Your father should already be downstairs with breakfast prepared. After you eat, we'll go for a long walk outside to get some exercise. When we come back, you'll shower and we'll start you off with some yoga,"
'Yoga? Seriously.' I raise a brow at him as I position my turtle plush against the cozy pillows.
"Yes, Y/N. Yoga seems to be more your speed in terms of exercise and will likely help you pop that anger bubble you carry. If you get aggravated so easily, you might just find yourself in a fight. You would win, of course, with me by your side, but it still isn't a good idea to be in one in the first place. It might damage your personal record."
