GAME OVER (Jeremy X Reader)

Chapter 18: Rich Set A Fire

"Hey best friend!" Jeremy mocked. 

"Huh? Wha-" 

"Hello Michael." I said dryly. 

Michael sighed. "Y/N." He paused moving his attention to Jeremy. "Yo, SQUIP dude. Haven't we already been through this? What more could you possibly have to gain from it? Just leave Jeremy and Y/N and all of us alone, please."

"I said I wanted to make you suffer, right? What's more torturing than having your two best friends so close, yet so far? Seeing Y/N, feeling like she's there, but she's not. She's not the Y/N you used to know. You want to reach out to her. Call to her. Beg her to help you. You try to get her to disobey me." Jeremy paused, as water began to fill Michael's eyes. Despite his best efforts to hide it, he couldn't. "SQUIP? You think I'm the SQUIP? You are so far off Michael. That's how things went last year. It would've been far too easy for him to just possess my body. He's not possessing me right now. I am Jeremy."

"Bu- But you have a SQUIP in you. How can you not be him?"

"I am Jeremy, Michael. The SQUIP's in here, all right." He referred to his head. "But he's not controlling me. All he did was show me a better way. He doesn't force me to do things. He gives advice, but he's not steering this ship, I am."

"Are you hearing even yourself right now, man? Who are you, because you're definitely not my best friend." Michael argued.

"Wow. You're in so much denial."

"I am not in de-"

Jeremy cut him off. "Let me break this down for you, so you can understand. Oliver injected a SQUIP inside me and transferred his consciousness over. Yes, I fought at first. But things became easier. I didn't care as much. I wasn't constantly worrying about Y/N or you. And all this, everything that I'm doing right now... This is retribution on you and everyone for what happened last year."

"Jeremy! This isn't you! He's influencing you, manipulating you. He's doing the same thing as last year, just worse. Can't you see?" Michael pleaded. 

"All I see right now is someone who's about to be in a lot of pain."

Jeremy walked over to me. "So, Y/N... Is there anything you want to do with Michael?" 

Michael was yelling in the background, "Y/N, no. Don't listen to him! He's using you! You need to fight and come back to us!" 

All of his words were muffled to me. All I was hearing was Jeremy's echoing voice still spinning one a constant loop inside my head. 

I walked over to Michael and grabbed his left hand and shattered it. Breaking the bones inside.

It felt good giving into Jeremy. Letting letting the influence just take over. It felt freeing, somehow.

Michael screamed in pain, crying out. 

I felt nothing for him. No guilt. No empathy. Nothing. Just the way it should be. 

Jeremy was watching the whole thing, with a venomous smirk on his face. He unchained Michael from the chair, who was sobbing, crying in pain. 

Jeremy got closer to him and pressed the palm of his hand onto Michael's forehead. "No, no, no, no, no, no..." Michael's voice and will fell away as Jeremy undid what he had done earlier. 

Jeremy left him. He was silent, no longer crying. He did not feel the pain of his broken hand.

"Michael, cast up your hand. You're not much use to me if you can't fight."

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Jeremy grabbed me and said, "Come with me."