~Watching From a Distance: Squip x reader x Jeremy~

~Chapter 12: Suicide or Murder?~

"Shades," he sharply corrected, "Go upstairs. NOW."

He sounded stressed and urgent, so I hurried upstairs and saw Rich talking to Michael.

Squip started sweating, which was apparently possible for a computer, and panicky said, "Jeremy, go up to Rich and go straight in front of him."

"Why—"

"NOW!" He urgently barked, looking behind him.

I didn't have time to look behind me because Squip forced my body in front of Rich.

"Jeremy? What the he—"

"Up, up, down, down, left, right, A!" Squip quickly said, moving his hands. All of the sudden, a Rich and I doubled over in pain from a large electric shock.

We both go up and Rich smiled at me. "I knew it! You have a—OW, OW, OW!" He grabbed his head and fell down. "What did your Squip do?" He harshly whispered.

"He said he synced with yours!" I whispered back, eyeing a frightened Michael behind me.

"N-No! My Squip is glitching out l-like CRAZY!"

Frightened, I took a step back. Before I could ask Squip anything, he dematerialized. Rich got up, screaming for Mt. Dew Red.

"Wha—Mt. Dew Red?" I heard someone say.

I turned around. There was Y/n a tear streaking down her cheek. My heart thumped so loud I think the whole town heard it.

"Y/n, I can explain—"

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" She yelled, approaching me.

I didn't respond because I didn't really know the answer. 'Squip, reactivate NOW.'

"Too good to talk to me, Jeremy? I'd think I was invisible because you ignore Michael and I every day! You too popular, jerk?"

"NO! Of course not, y/n! I'm sorry—"

"STOP SAYING SORRY! You hurt my boyfriend somehow! I was right all those years ago: all you carry about is popularity. Their gonna drop you one day, you know? Then who will you have? NO ONE!" She screamed, pushing me to the ground.

'SQUIP! I SWEAR, REACTIVATE!' "Y/n, that's not all I care about! You and Michael are my best friends!"

"Well we have to move on, don't we?" She bitterly said, like I yelled at her in 7th grade. It stung more than lemons on an open wound. She ran off—her beauty glowing around her, even in the dark moment.

"See you later, douche," Michael murmured. He walked off and slammed the door to the bathroom.

That's it.

The Squip was plotting something.

But what?

~Squip's POV~

I sadly watched y/n storm off. All of her heartache was slowly breaking me. But soon she wouldn't be sad because she would be with me! Safe and sound in my arms.

I was currently deleting Rich's Squip and hacking into his brain. Even though he's a jerk, he had manipulated y/n into staying with him. It was disgusting, but she just didn't know what a loving boyfriend was. Funny thing was: Jeremy thought he could actually BE a good boyfriend! The loser had no idea I was just using him.

"W̵͍̙̝̱̤̆͐̿́̓͛̃̊́ḩ̵̡̭̻͚̘̠͖̜̩͚̗̯͉̎̃͆ͅy̷̨̛̰̯͕̌̔̕͝͝ ̷̡̡̈́̉̉̽̐͐̊̓̀͘͠a̸̧͈̳̗͉̜̣̎̊́̀̄̇̈́̐͂̌͜͜ŕ̷̬̻̯͈̼̦̄̇̇͛̇̒͑͊͘͠͠͠͝ͅe̵̜̯͓̙̗̗̳̯̳͙̓͌̾̒̌́͐̒̈́̐̚͘ ̷̡̛̫̬̝͓̗͛̎̀̆͑͆͠y̶͕̟̮̌̀͑̾͋͌͌̌͌̐͗͠ǫ̸̣̬̙̖̦̱̖͚͐̓̊͛̉̉͗́̒̓̒͒ư̶̢̛̺͓̗͕̱̳̣̯̮̦̓̋̀͛̈͗͗͜͠ ̸̩̯͆d̶̨̛̺͓̼̖̼̼̫̏̓͒̃͘-̴̡̬̙̳̰̮̤̟͔̀̅͜d̶̢̺͍͓̭̹͐̊̊͗͋́̊̑̄̑͝o̷̡͖̮̞͓̱͊͗͆̀̀͗͋̕̕̕͠͠ï̸̡̨͔̟͙̭͉͖̱̰̻͇̘̦͊̓̓͂͘̚n̵̡̪̹̘̹̯̺̤̫̞̹̘̭̪̥͛̃̽́̏g̶̢̬̰͚̻̪̮̪͔͉̻̜̿͒͋͑̅͠ͅ ̶̛̰̹̘̉̍͋͒̈́̅̓̑̓͘̕͝͝t̵̢̛̪̀͛͆͗͂̃̃͊̇̀̌͘͠͝ḧ̵̨͇̥͙̙̙̥͇̫̼̤̗̫́i̴̡̧̫͇̺͓̠̔̽̇͛̃͗̆̂̃̍͘͜͝ͅs̸̹̪͖͐͊̌̐͗̇̈́̽̿́̂͗̅͘͝?" Rich's Squip said, slowly being ripped pixel by pixel.