You Chill? Squip x Reader

Chapter 2

(A/N: (F/N) Means your closest friend's name)

(Squip's P.O.V)

"And I- oop," (Y/N) murmured whilst brushing her teeth. "KS-KS-KS"

This girl is killing me. She's so smart with school but acts like a meme-hungry pot-head at home and with her friends. She's odd. But I can't complain. Actually, I can. I have nothing to fix this girl! Her fashion-sense is already good, her grades are on point, and she's already popular. WHAT DO I DO? I mean, she said to just being there for her when she was depressed and for me just to be a friend.

"I eat toothpaste on the weekends," (Y/N) giggled before washing her mouth out with mouthwash.

Obviously joking. She wouldn't dare.

"Um- no cap," (Y/N) laughed before washing her mouth out after all of the dental health. "AHAH! Yuh,"

I'd say it's about time for you to sleep. I informed her.

Bitch, I know! (Y/N) thought in a fake accent. I know my dude, it's okay.

I'm going to die here with this thing.

Just go to sleep you little shit!

(Y/N) laughed and walked back to her bedroom. Before she walked over to lay in her bed, she put a book on her shelf.

I'm tired.

THEN GO TO FREAKING SLEEP! Do a one-eighty and get your ass to bed!

You said I need to pick my room up first.

Oh. Yeah.

I looked around her room as she cleaned up. Even her room was nice. Aesthetically pleasing. A color palette of gray, white, black, and gold. It was so pretty. It's so nice in here.

I remember (Y/N)'s self-made wallpaper for her phone. At this time, it was a picture of red roses with a filter that made it seem aesthetic. It was a darker photo, but I liked it better than the picture of roses with a bright background. She had a quote too.

"Forget the haters 'cause somebody loves ya"

I know she wasn't a Miley Cyrus fan, but it was a nice quote.

(Y/N) put dirty clothes in her laundry basket and flopped on her bed.

"I'm dying..." (Y/N)murmured as she got under the covers.

I continued to analyze her very being as she turned off her lights and I entered her brain. A huge computer set-up, and then a screen about as big as a movie-theater screen. Kinda reminded me of the bat-cave screen-computer thing.

(Y/N) had a close group of friends.

(F/N), her closest one. She had light dirty-blonde hair and glasses. She was athletic, good with the men, and a little more popular than (Y/N), but definitely not as attractive.

Irene, the second closest. The Heather Mc.Namara to (Y/N)'s Heather. Chandler. She was a cute, kawaii Filipino girl, as (Y/N) would put it. She was so chill, aesthetically pleasing, and most of all liked writing with (Y/N).

KEN-EN-N-Edy. I glitched just then during thinking... odd. Kennedy was the meme master of the group. She was a lesbian, but it was taken well. She had brown hair and a normal skin tone. And some acne, but no one really cared about appearance. And she was somehow popular. Probably because (Y/N), (F/N), and Emily were popular.

Emily. She was the literal cheerleader of the group. The sassy, bitchy, fashionable, and all that stuff with the popular stuff. One thing was that she somehow was not as popular as (F/N) or (Y/N). Emily had tan skin with dark brown hair and some blonde highlights. She had a long-term boyfriend since eighth grade. They were the high-school sweethearts. That was one big thing about her. (Y/N) never said it, but she was a little jealous of the fact that Emily had a boyfriend. Pretty weird. Many boys liked (Y/N), and many asked her out, but she always refused. Probably because she knew most guys were in for the fame, or sex. Despite the fact that (Y/N) was a virgin.

Steve. The athletic guy of the group. He could run a marathon every day and not get tired. He was tan and had dirty blonde hair. He still wasn't that attractive even though he was tall. But some girls still liked him. He had a shitty personality though, for the most part, but was good for most of the time.

Jeremy. The guy who previously had a bad experience with a Squip. Makes me wonder why (Y/N) took one when she knew the danger. Jeremy was tall and had brown hair. He was fairly attractive. He maintained the muscles that his squip made him get. Good for him.

Michael. The male version of Irene practically. In every way. Well, Michael also had some Ecuadorian in him, but that's beside the point. Though, he smoked pot. But other than that, he was pretty chill. He was obviously tan with brown hair.

And (Y/N).

The one that held everyone together. This is an analysis, nothing more, nothing less.

She was bright, cheerful, positive, and funny. She appealed to everyone in some way. She seemed perfect personality-wise.

Her body was definitely attractive. Beautiful I would say. She had curves in all the right places. If scientists saw (Y/N), they'd say that she'd have a more perfect figure than Kelly Brooke. The hourglass figure and even more I could expand on.

She was also pretty smart. No need to go into it because I already know about it. She knew pretty much all of Spanish and was studying Chinese on the side with times she could. She assumed it'd be useful.

She was also rich. Which would be another reason why people would want to be with her.

Her friends weren't there for her money, looks, or popularity. They were genuine friends.

Oh.

I've seemed to missed someone. Lily.

She didn't really seem to be one of (Y/N)'s close friends. In fact, Lily was friends with (Y/N) for the wrong reasons. Of course, their friendship starts off on good terms, actually good reasons.

But then things changed when Middle school came around, and it's now reached its height now that they're in High school.

(Y/N) was now asleep now. The sleeping pills that she took actually work.

I walked down a hallway, walking into a whole library of memories. I walked past it to the last bookshelf.

A whole door of memories kept away. Kept secret. Kept away from me.

I tried opening the door, tugging on the doorknob, trying to pull it open. I tried pushing it to open. I kicked the door in one desperate attempt.

Nothing.

I walked away, sighing. Then turning around and slamming the door, trying to break it open.

Nothing.

Sweet Jesus.

I walked back out of the library, walking back into the tech room. I got on the computer and started on a message to HQ.

"Dear HQ,

It seems that most of my host's memories are missing and hidden away. Approximately fifteen percent. I would like to know if this is an okay amount of memories missing? Thank you for reading my concerns.

Sincerely-"

Eric.

That's not my name. Damn it. That's not my real name. That's just what (Y/N) called me.

But the name makes me happy. Happy... wait- what-