GAME OVER (Jeremy X Reader)

Chapter 13: Activate.

"Michael, are you okay? What's wrong? You're acting strange."

"I'm acting strange?! Y/N you're the one who's been weird as fuck recently. What the hell happened?!"  

I walked closer to Michael, until he couldn't back up any further, running into a wall of lockers.

I leaned in towards his ear and whispered, "That's none of your business, Mell." 

I pressed the second syringe into Michael's side. "Gah!" 

"No, Y/N. Please... You- You can't. Y/N." His voice too faded as the drug overpowered his will forcing him into unconsciousness.

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"Done." I said, meeting up with Oliver. 

"Excellent." He said, creepily. "Thank you Y/N."

Oliver walked towards me, getting closer.

He moved his fingers to my chin, gracefully lifting my head. "You really are something, aren't you Y/N?" A moment of silence passed as he looked me over. "You are quite beautiful. I've got to say, Jeremy was a lucky guy."

'Was'?!

Everything around me changed. I felt myself again, out of nowhere. I could see, like actually see now. I blinked a few times. I was confused. "W-Where am I? Oliver, where are we? What's going on-" That same piercing tone returned, resonating inside me. And just like that I was lost. Gone. 

Once Oliver saw that that corrector was active again, he looked at me in my haze filled eyes, and brushed the hair out of my face. "I want to make this permanent, Y/N. If I can't get Jeremy, then I'm going to take away the girl of his dreams. Forever..." 

I said nothing. I just felt so blissful and relaxed. I had no care in the universe. 

"Oh Y/N, you have no idea just how important to me you have become, how crucial of a role you'll play in all this, but best of all... You want to."

His voice slithered in my head. 

My mind became more clouded. 

"Come here, sweetheart." He beckoned me over.

He placed his hand on my cheek. "You're so gorgeous." 

I don't know why but I felt compelled to kiss him. Somewhere deep inside myself I knew that I was supposed to be with Jeremy, but something about Oliver enforced my desire for him.

I kissed his lips softly, my eyes closed. I pulled away momentarily, before he grabbed my face and brought me in for a passionate kiss.

I moved my hands through his hair and over his muscles.

His hands were working their way up my waist to my chest.

We continued to make out and grope for an exceedingly long amount of time leading to...

He ripped off my shirt, so I did the same to him. I threw him down on the ground and crawled on top of him, grinding away on his body. I began sucking and playfully biting on his collarbone and neck. Something I found to be a major turn on. 

He let out a deep moan and a malicious laugh with a smile. I raised myself like I was about to do a push-up and looked at his face and returned the devilish smirk before connecting my lips to his once more. 

He reached his arm around my back and flipped me onto the floor, trading positions. 

Everything Oliver did felt right. It filled me with pleasure and happiness. Never had I ever lusted after a man so hard. 

The feeling of our hot bodies being connected to one another... 

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Oliver and I laid on the floor surrounded by a mess of clothing. 

"How did that feel?" He asked me.

"Right. It felt right, good." I said with a smile.

"I want you to be happy Y/N."

"Why wouldn't I be happy? I have you."

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His influence was intense. And I loved it. I didn't want to get out. I'd never have to make a decision ever again, who doesn't want that? 

I had no will power, no free will after that night. Things changed. And the more time I spent with Oliver, the stronger his compulsion over me got, the more I began to lose the person I had once been, the person who loved Jeremy Heere. She was being hidden and locked away and I could do nothing, and did do nothing to stop the SQUIP from doing so. 

Everything in my mind was jumbled up, confusing me. I didn't know when what happened. All my memories seemed to be floating aimlessly around. 

I became emotionless, cold, analytical, and obedient. The perfect puppet that the SQUIP had always wanted. And now he was going to use me to torture his former host...

At the time, I didn't realize any of this. I mean, how could I? It felt as though I was under a spell, quite literally. I didn't know 100% what I was doing while I did it.

I knew that I shouldn't've tricked and helped kidnap Jeremy and Michael, but I did without question or hesitation. What was happening to me? What was becoming of me?

Free will is the most important thing in anyone's life... And I had lost that. 

To be continued...

A/N: I know this chapter is a little odd. I was having a hard time deciding how to portray the effects of the corrector and SQUIP on her. Hopefully you liked it. Please comment and vote! :)