Squipocalypse (Spicy Bis Body Swap Au)

What Is Happening.

TW: Death, Fire, Drowning, Swearing, Offensive Slurs.

"Happy B-Birthday to me. H-Happy Birthday To me." Jeremy Quietly sang to himself, in the fear that one of them would find him.

In case you were wondering, It's the year 2024. It's Jeremy Heere's 20th Birthday. The Squips have taken over the planet. All because of Jeremy.

Jeremy is inside of a closet, thumping could be heard outside of the door. His face went pale. He knew that one of them was outside of the door.

The doorknob started to jiggle. Jeremy shut his eyes. This was it. This was how he was going to die. The door creaked open. Jeremy slowly opened his eyes.

It was his Squip.

The Squip's eyes went white and Jeremy felt his body moving on its own. Jeremy didn't care about dying at this point. He's only felt numb. He's felt this way since the play. When everyone in the school had gotten Squiped. When Christine had gotten Squiped.

"Come on, Jeremy." The Squip said in a menacing voice. "Don't you want to see your friends?"

My friends!? They're alive!?

Jeremy actually felt Happy. The last time he had felt Happy was when he had last played Apocalypse Of The Damned. Little did Jeremy know, that happiness would soon fade.

They were both walking up to the gates that were chained up so nobody could escape. The Squip took a key out of his pocket and jiggled it inside of the lock.

When it had opened, the two started walking again until they had reached a brick wall with a steel door. Once again, The Squip had unlocked the door. They had to walk through a hallway until they had walked up to yet another door.

The Squip knocked on the door. It slowly creaked opened. There was another Squip. It looked just like Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

When they had walked into the room, the first thing Jeremy had noticed was a burning fire. The flames were large, engulfing the wood that had been placed inside of it. The large amount of dark black smoke made his face scrunch up in disgust.

The next thing was the many Squip's that were eyeing him suspiciously. They all looked different. One even looked like Kermit The Frog.

The last thing he noticed was Rich.

Wait, why is Rich here?

"Richard Goranski and Jeremy Heere. The crimes against our kind have been unbearable. Trying to burn us alive, along with yourself. And trying to deactivate us with Mountain Dew Red." The Squip Said, in a deep and menacing voice.

Rumbling could be heard from behind the door. It sounded like thunder. But it was definitely not thunder. It was wheels. Jeremy looked behind him and saw a giant lump with a cloth draped over it.

One of the Squips took the cloth off of the lump in one swift movement. It revealed a tank. A tank full of Mountain Dew Red. Jeremy's face paled. The Squip spoke up again.

"We all want you to feel what we would have felt. Pain." The Squip pointed at Rich. "Richard Goranski. You shall burn at the stake."

Rich had tears streaming down his face. He had always been so tough on the outside. But that was all because of A Squip.

The Squip pointed at Jeremy. His stomach dropped, and he felt as if he needed to vomit. He swallowed a wad of spit and looked back up at The Squip.

"Jeremy Heere. You shall have cinder blocks tied to your limbs. You will be dropped into the tank. You will drown." Jeremy almost fainted at that.

A loud noise could be heard again. But it was more like gears shifting. A cranking noise. Rich was about to be lowered into the fire.

"NO PLEASE-" Rich yelled, his voice breaking. His bottom lip quivered slightly.

Rich's body became engulfed in flames, his blood curdling screams sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard to Jeremy.

While Jeremy was listening to Rich, he didn't even notice that he was being moved to the edge of the platform. Handcuffs were being tied to his arms and legs.

"Any last words, Jeremy?" The Squip asked, calmly. Like he didn't have a care in the world. Jeremy's breathing was staggered.

"Yeah, Fuck you." Jeremy muttered. Next thing he knew, he was being pushed into the tank. He sank to the bottom.

Struggling against the cuffs, Jeremy tried to swim. There was no hope. He is going to die. He screwed his eyes shut even tighter.

Goodbye Everyone.

Jeremy sucked in a breath. Mountain Dew Red flooded into his system. His lungs were on fire. Everything went dark.
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"RICHARD! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Jeremy woke up at the booming voice. He looked around, panicked. He was alive.

He got up fastly and grabbed a random shirt and pair of pants. The next thing he saw shocked him.

That wasn't his body.

It was Rich's.

He stared in awe. Eyes wide, he ran some water over his hands and ran them through his hair. Eyes still wide, he ran out of the room and down the stairs.

He saw Rich's dad. Bottle of beer In hand, hairline thinning, and brows furrowed. His head whipped over at Jeremy.

"You look like a faggot. The bus will be here in a second" He said. Jeremy sucked in a breath. Right on cue, the bus arrived.

Jeremy ran onto the bus. There he saw himself, staring right back at him. It was like a mirror. Jeremy ran up to his copy and sat next to him.

"What is happening." Jeremy said. He had a lisp. Why do I have a lisp? His copy leaned over to whisper into his ear.

"Dude, it's me. Rich!" Rich said. Jeremy stared at him wide eyed. He stared sweating profusely, he pinched his arm and winced at the pain.

This is real life

What would happen?

What about Michael?

What about Christine?
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Ayy exactly 1000 words.