(Squip's P.O.V)
I watched as (Y/N) filled up a glass of ice with the Hawaiian Punch. For some reason, I have a bad feeling about it. But I don't want to seem controlling over (Y/N), especially in front of Jeremy, he'd think I'd be evil.
I think about the movie we just watched. Since it was new, watching it was just like anybody else's experience. It was a really good movie. I'm still theorizing about what it meant before my monthly update comes and tons of thousands of new information are practically shoved down my throat.
(Y/N) walked into the living room with glass and sat on the floor.
"I'm gonna wait until it's actually cold to drink it," (Y/N) murmured. "OH! Do you have pizza rolls?"
"Uh- let me check," Jeremy said, hopping off the couch to go check. "I think we do..."
He opened the freezer and held up the Pizza Rolls proudly. "We do!"
"Yes!" Michael sighed with relief.
(Y/N's P.O.V)
I looked around Jeremy's living room. It was nice here. It felt real homey. It felt like a real home. I'm happy for Jeremy.
I looked down at the glass of Hawaiin Punch. It was unusually carbonated. Maybe I just don't know how carbonated Hawaiin Punch is supposed to be. But I don't think any "punch" should be carbonated. Maybe I'm overthinking this.
"Ahah!" Jeremy laughed at a joke I didn't hear- or more so didn't listen to.
I looked at the Hawaiin Punch again.
I then took a sip
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I woke up on Jeremy's sofa, my head aching horribly. Jeremy was cleaning up something on the floor. What in the world... I don't feel good. I don't remember a thing. Just pain. After... after what?
I don't remember anything. My brain feels too tired to fucking work. Too stressed out. I close my eyes wishing the pain would go away.
Just like a did for all of my life.
Why do I feel this way again? I don't feel well. I don't feel that fuzzy feeling that you feel when you see one of those movies where long-time lovers meet and sing one of those songs that aren't corny and make you feel that happy feeling.
But I know it's not happy.
It's not supposed to be that type of feeling. It wasn't just happiness. I know what it's supposed to be. But I can't come to terms that I know I can't really feel it.
I don't want to think about it when I did feel it. I know it was recently. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think of him. I'm trying not to let the tears get in my eyes.
It's hard to not cry wants your eyes are already filling up with tears.
I know that.
"Your awake!" Michael cheered.
I guess I am. I wish I wasn't.
"What happened?" I asked, sitting up. My head is aching. It hurts more when I sit up. I hold my head.
Michael looked over at Jeremy worryingly.
"What? Tell me," I say, turning toward them.
"Um..." Jeremy stood up, looking like a little kid that was caught doing something bad. "Well... Michael, you tell her,"
"What? I'm not good at this stuff," Michael stood up. "You do it!"
"Ugh," Jeremy groaned, turning back to me. "Um... you didn't drink Mount- I mean... Hawaiin Punch or whatever that was,"
"What?" I murmured.
A little piece of my memory came back. The Hawaiin Punch was randomly given to me by Michael.
What's going on? This feels like a dream.
"You... oh god," Jeremy murmured. "You drank Mountain Dew Red. Do you know what that does-"
"Wait- what?" I stuttered. "No- what happened? Where's Eric?"
Jeremy sighed. "The thing you drank wasn't Hawaiin Punch, it was Mountain Dew Red. Eric is gone..."
"WHAT?" I threw the blanket off me.
"Hold on a second," Jeremy quickly held me to the sofa. "We didn't mean to, Michael didn't know!"
"But- how? How will- Can I get him back?" I asked as he brought his arms back, stepping away to give me some space. My eyes started watering.
All the plans we made together... gone. He's gone... he's gone! Where is he? Oh, my god, my stomach hurts from stress already. I just don't know what to say.
"I-I don't know," Jeremy mumbled.
"Wait! I have an idea," Michael stood up. "Maybe drink normal Mountain Dew. If it activates Squips, it might activate again?"

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Fanfiction(Sorry this is from the point of view of a girl reader. If you're a boy, then Adapt, Improvise, Overcome. Also, I'm gonna have to tweak some things about your life, but not much. I'm going to try my best to make this custom to you) After the whole S...