Defective -- The Squip x Reader

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"So you mean to tell me, this little... pill? Is going to talk to me inside my head and make me less insecure?" You eyed the taller boy up and down, suspicious. Rich nodded, closed fist outstretched to you in offering. You could just see the edges of a plastic baggie poking out from his fingers.

"It's from Japan." He repeated, winking. He'd already gone on a whole spiel about some magic drug that gets implanted in your brain. You glared at his hand, moving to take the bag, but he snatched his hand back quickly.

"You can have it, but, for a price."

"How much?" Your eyes were still narrowed at him, skeptical. It sounded too good to be real.

"$2000."

"Excuse you."

"What?"

"Sorry I thought you forgot how to speak English for a second because no way in hell is that tiny thing even functional, and if you think I'm going to waste two grand on it, you're wrong."

You turned on your heel, moving away from the drugged kid. Some of the people at this school, you thought, could really use some professional help. A hand grabbed your shoulder and you instantly clutched the pepper spray on your keychain, aiming it at the person.

"Wait!" Rich. Figures he'd want to maybe bargain with you. Anything for some money.

You lowered the small spray bottle and yanked away from his grip.

"I'm not buying it, back off."

"Just hear me out! Maybe I could give you, a discount?" He whispered the last part, glancing around the empty hallway for eavesdroppers.

You rolled your eyes, all the students were at lunch right now. Only people who don't like sitting in a room full of loud teenagers and moldy food would be out. Or to rephrase that, only you would be out. And Rich, apparently, but he followed you so that doesn't count.

"Listen, this shit is top secret, but the company is trying to get it mass produced. They want everybody to have one. Here, just take it. But don't say I never did anything for you."

"You're a fucking loon." You grabbed the bag from him, staring at its contents.

"You have to take it with Mountain Dew to activate it. The green stuff, not the crazy multi color shit you always bring to class with you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let me eat in peace, Richard."

The boy stalked off, looking pleased with himself. You glared after him, sure that taking his creepy pill would send you to the hospital or some shit. You hiked your backpack higher up on your shoulders and continued to your destination; your car. That's where you always ate lunch. It was quiet and familiar, just the way you liked it.

You pulled your keys out of your pocket as you approached it, swiftly unlocking, entering the backseat, then relocking. You pulled your lunch out of your bag, along with a bottle of soda. Today's pick just so happened to be regular Mountain Dew. Might as well take the pill now, you had time. Opening the baggie, you gingerly pulled the drug out, examining it carefully. It was gray, just as Rich described, but a small scratch ran along its surface. Once you deemed it probably not poison, you popped it in your mouth and washed it down with the bubbly green drink. You sat back, waiting for something to happen, and when nothing did, you began eating your lunch, only mildly disappointed. You knew it was too good to be true. You took a bite into your sandwich, chewing slowly as to not choke, when a tingling began in your stomach. You swallowed, sitting still for a moment. Maybe it was just gas or something. You went for another bite of your food but stopped when the tingling spread quickly throughout your body.