GAME OVER (Jeremy X Reader)

Chapter 3: Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor

I decided that I needed to call Jeremy and Michael. I had to tell that what had happened, what was going on.

You cannot tell them.

Why not?

They won't believe you, Y/N. They'll think you're a freak, like the kids from your old school did. It's best to keep this to yourself.

I texted Jeremy anyways and asked if he and Michael wanted to hangout. I wasn't gonna tell them about the SQUIP, because it had a good point. I didn't want to be the "misfit freak" again.

I don't even know if they'd believe me. I can hardly believe it and I'm living it.

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Jeremy was sitting on the edge of the patio staring off into the distance.

"Is he okay?" I asked Michael.

"Honestly Y/N, I don't know. He still has some PTSD from what happened last year and he's gotten like this before, but I can't through to him this time for some reason. Maybe you can."

"Me? You're his best friend."

"So are you." He said back.

"It's not the same, Michael. You two have known each other for years. I met you guys like a month ago."

"Y/N. You're a part of this little group. You mean more to him than you know. Trust me." 

"Okay... I'll- I'll try." I said, as I cautiously made my way over to Jeremy.

"Are you okay?" I asked sitting next to him.

"Yeah, sorry. I've just had a lot on my mind recently."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"You won't believe me." He sighed.

"Try me."

"It- It happened last year. I had taken this thing called a SQUIP. It manipulated, tricked me, used me, controlled me. I almost lost everyone. If it wasn't for Michael, I don't what would've become of me." Jeremy began to tear up. I reached my hand over and held his. "The things it made me do, the way it made me feel... It was awful. And I'm scared that it might happen again. Michael reassures me that it won't happen, but it doesn't make me feel any better."

I heard everything that Jeremy said. All of it. What the SQUIP did to him, what it tried to do to the school, what it did to Michael. I knew that the SQUIP was the villain in the story, but I didn't think of it as a villain in that moment. 

It was almost as if my SQUIP had filtered Jeremy's words through a fog to me. I heard them, I understood them, I just didn't seem to care about what Jeremy said about the SQUIP. It had no effect on me whatsoever. Like the story behind his words didn't register.

"I still have nightmares even now. It haunts me." Jeremy added.

I put my arm around him and gave him a hug. "It's gonna be okay, Jeremy. I promise. You're safe now." 

Michael joined in on the hug. It was nice, comforting and warm. 

I started to get a massive headache.

I pulled out of the hug.

"You okay?" Michael asked me.

"Yeah, just a headache. You got any aspirin, Jeremy?"

"Second drawer to the left in the bathroom." He responded.

"Thanks."

I got into the bathroom but didn't take the aspirin. I leaned back against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. My head pounding.

What's happening?

Nothing to worry about. Just a software update. My apologies. I should have warned you about the discomfort level it can induce before.

Oh, ya think?!

The headache slowly dissipated and as it did, so did the SQUIP's cool and nice demeanor.

What was Jeremy talking about back there? Why does it feel so blurred?

That would be my doing. I didn't want you to freak out, in front of him. That would ruin everything.

Ruin what?

You poor, clueless little thing... Here.

I reheard Jeremy's story again, this time being able to register all that he said. 

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.

You understand now? Or do I need to spell it out for you?

I was where Jeremy had been a year ago. What was this going to do with me? I got scared.

Y- You... No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh yes.

My eyes shined a bright blue momentarily. I jumped back, seeing it in the mirror.

This- This can't be happening.

It is.

I'm not going to let you. I'm getting Michael.

I tried to reach for the door handle but I couldn't move my arm.

What the hell?!

Having issues?

What're you doing to me?

What I should've done from the moment Oliver put me inside of you.

The memories of the party came crashing back.

I was in shock. Scared. Alone. Trapped. 

I saw my hand reach up to straighten out my hair, but I wasn't the one moving it. 

"Let's get this thing started, shall we?" I saw my lips moving. I heard my voice. But I wasn't the one who was talking.

I have some unfinished business with your little boy-toy out there, and you're the perfect vessel for me. You're mine now Y/N.

To be continued...