Random Oneshots

**CHRISTINE MAKES AN ENTRANCE

*technical difficulties that turns into stagedorks*

a/n: okay so i imagined this as platonic stagedorks, but if you want to imagine romantic, that's fine! it's open to interpretation! and any of you who maybe like the squip may be offended cos i make it a massive dick in this. tw for attempted rape im so sorry. and, yes i refer to the squip as an 'it' rather than a 'he' or 'they'.

"Jeremy, sit down. Now." The SQUIP demanded, sitting on Jeremy's bed.

Jeremy stood, staring up at the SQUIP, tears in his eyes. He shook his head and heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Jeremy, I don't want to use force, but I will if you keep disobeying me." It said.

Jeremy slowly walked over to his bed and sat down, sobbing silently.

"Good. Now, lie down. And relax. It'll all be fine." It whispers, edging closer to Jeremy.

Jeremy gasps, trying not to cry, and lies down. He feels a pair of cold hands on his trouser waistband and tenses up.

"Relax, Jeremy, I'll take care of you." It hisses at him. Jeremy tries to relax the best he can. "Raise your hips up for a second."

Jeremy does so and feels cold air hit his legs and his trousers are pulled down. He lowers his hips back down again and sobs out loud.

The SQUIP yells at Jeremy to be quiet, before continuing undressing him.

Jeremy hears clothes hit the floor.

Slowly, his socks, jacket and t-shirt are also removed. He's left in just his boxers, he shivers at the cold air.

Ice-cold hands touch the waistband of his boxers and he feels tears streaming silently down his face.

Just then, his bedroom door opens. Jeremy sits up with a jerk, punching the SQUIP in the face.

"Never fear, Christine is heere!" Christine yells standing in the doorway.

Jeremy jumps up and hugs Christine, never wanting to let go.

"Woah, what's up, Jer?" She whispers with love in her voice.

"The-the S-SQUIP, it t-tried to..." Jeremy stutters out, but he never finishes his sentence. He breaks down into tears.

Christine hugs him back and rubs his back. She hums quietly, trying to calm Jeremy down.

"Do you think you'd be able to sit down and calm down? Don't worry if you can't." She says quietly.

Jeremy pulls away from the hug and sits down on the bed.

"Jeremy..." The SQUIP's voice rings through the silence.

"F-fuck off." Jeremy whispers through tears.

Christine looks up at him with fake hurt.

"Not you, Chris, the SQUIP..." Jeremy says. "I just want it gone for good."

He starts crying again and wipes his eyes on his hand.

"Want me to get you some clean clothes, or is what you were wearing before fine?" Christine asks.

"Would you get me some new ones please? If it's not too much trouble." Jeremy replies.

Christine nods and leaves, leaving Jeremy sitting on his bed crying in his boxers.

"Jeremy, look at me." Michael's voice rings through Jeremy's head. He knows it's not Michael, but he can't help but look up.

It's Michael. But it's not. He feels cold, and Michael's warm. And he's too pale. Michael has almond-y skin, but this thing has snowy white skin. And his hoodie is light blue and white rather than red.

Jeremy tries to look away, but can't.

"Now, lie back down." It says, using Michael's voice rather than Keanu Reeves'.

"I-I don't want to l-listen to y-you anymore. Get o-out of my head." Jeremy says. "You d-don't control me a-anymore."

Jeremy stands up and walks over to the SQUIP.

"Don't tell me I can't see Michael and then make yourself look like Michael! You're such a hypocrite!"

"It was the only way to get you to listen."

"Well, I'm not gonna listen to you!"

Jeremy swings a punch at the SQUIP, but his hand goes right through it, as it is mainly a figment of his imagination.

"Don't dis-"

"Go the fuck away!" Jeremy yells.

"Well, if you want to stay naked forever, sure." Christine giggles in the doorway. She walks towards Jeremy, clothes in her hands.

He starts sobbing again and sits back down on his bed.

Jeremy looks at the SQUIP in the corner and it disappears with a 'woosh'. Christine dumps the clothes on his bed and sits down.

"Would you help me? I-I just feel really weak and worn out from everything." Jeremy asks quietly.

"Of course." Christine whispers back.

Christine grabs the trousers, some black skinny jeans and kneels down by Jeremy's feet. She rolls the trousers onto his ankles and stops.

"Could you stand up for me please, Jer?"

Jeremy stands up and tries to stop crying. Christine rolls his trousers up his legs.

"Do you think you can do them up yourself?" She whispers.

Jeremy nods and does so.

Christine finishes helping Jeremy get dressed. Afterwards, she steps back and looks him up and down. She nods and smirks before attacking him with a hug.

"I'll stay as long as you need."

a/n: my t key is slowly dying after i spilled green royal icing over my computer keyboard and it makes me sad

also i didn't know how to end this

and when i feel confident i may start re-posting my book with my oc's called 'dance, dance' so watch out for that. if i want to i may make one-shots for them so

i've posted the description, character list and author biography. i'll post the first chapter in a week or so.

-lizzie xx