Equations~ Squip X Reader One Shot

"If I have the slope and the y-int., what can I do next, (Y/N)?" Your teacher asks firmly.

"Write an equation." You state, completely prompted by your Squip.

...Thank God for Squips.

"Yes. So what is the equation?"

"...y=10x+175." You stammer.

"Good. Now..."

You sigh in relief, pretending to be taking notes.

Thank you so much for that.

Your Squip groans, materializing from blue pixels next to you. He runs a hand through his curly black hair, his leather jacket looking very flattering on him this morning.

"(Y/N), that wasn't difficult. You just had to plug in the numbers."

Yeah, I know.

He smirks wickedly.

"No, you clearly didn't."

Shut up. You roll your eyes, slapping the open air next to you. You meant to slap his arm, but then you remember you kind of can't touch him. Oops.

Your Squip chuckles, resting his hands on your shoulders.

"It's okay, (Y/N). Everything will be okay as long as I'm here. I can envision probable futures, and in all of them, I help you to raise your algebra grade."

By how much? You ask eagerly.

"In the most idealistic one, 48.2%."

Your eyes widen significantly.

Huh. Hopefully that's good enough for my parents.

"It will be."

How do you know?

He sighs, exasperated. "(Y/N). How many times do I have to explain this? I can envision probable futures."

Okay, okay, Jesus. It's gonna take me awhile before I get used to a wintergreen Tic Tac implanted in my brain.

"I'm not a Tic Tac." He mutters, narrowing his eyes at you systematically. His arms are crossed.

You looked like one, though. When I took you? I thought you were a wintergreen Tic Tac. I thought I was ripped off. You laugh, recalling the memory.

"Oh my God." He massages his temples, leaning against the wall.

What?

"Wintergreen? Seriously? I'm a blue hologram for a reason, (Y/N). Also, when in pill form, I'm grey. According to my findings, wintergreen Tic Tacs are green."

Oh well I'm sorry. Jesus.

You roll your eyes, sketching a flower in your notes.

"You say Jesus too much." He purses his lips, glaring at you with a sort of analyzing look.

Well Je- what else am I supposed to say?

"To elevate your social standings, you're supposed to say 'fuck.'"

Why? Because cussing's 'cool?' You emphasize the 'cool,' with air quotes.

"Precisely." He smiles.

I'm not doing that.

He rolls his eyes, frustrated. "Why not, (Y/N)? Don't you want to be cool?"

Yes. But I don't want to be cool because I cuss. That's bullshit.

"Ah, there you go. That was an excellent use of bullshit, (Y/N)."

You bury your face in your hands. That's not what I want.

"Well, what do you want then?~" Your Squip purrs, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You bite your lip, feeling yourself start to blush.

Don't say it like that.

"Why not?~" He snickers, leaning in close to your face, smirking.

Because it's weird.

"You don't seem to think it's weird. Your face turned 45% redder once I started using this voice~"

S h i t.

Uh yeah so that's where it ended and I never finished it

Does anyone want this shit to continue or no

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