You Chill? Squip x Reader

(Y/N P.O.V)

It was Wednesday. I had a week until I had to start school again. School. Doesn't everyone have mixed feelings about School? I get to see my friends, I get to learn. But then it's boring at times. And then I start doodling, and then I don't listen to the important things. And then everything is on fire.

I'd taken that Squip thing with the Mountain-Dew about five minutes ago. Guess I did it wrong. Damn it. I could've learned so much.

Whatever.

I got changed into workout clothes. Shorts and a sports bra because let's be honest here, the feeling of shirt sticking to your sweat is unneeded. I laid a yoga mat down and pulled a check-list out in front of me.

Fifty Push-ups

A hundred curl-ups

A hundred squats

Fifty Burpees

Let's do this.

I turned on inspirational music and started stretching. Wooh! Let's go! Ba-den-a-den-uh. Another one bites the dust. I thought along as Another One Bites the Dust by Queen played. I love Queen. Freddie Mercury is my favorite. We stan Freddie Mercury.

Suddenly something zapped my head.

"Agh," I rubbed my head. "What..."

"The hell is up," I murmured, finishing my sentence, getting back to stretching.

Target Male inaccessible.

Suddenly, the pain was back. Super strong. What the fuck? Is this what a Migraine is? Is this because I thought, in quote, 'We stan Freddie Mercury'.

Calibration in process. Please excuse some mild discomfort.

Holy shit. Mild my eyes. EYES? I MEANT ASS! I damn it- I can't think right!

Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated.

The pain suddenly went away. Holy fuck. It's over. Thank gods!

Discomfort level may increase.

The pain came back, worse than ever. Holy hell. Well, this is it. I'm going to hell for laughing at that one video of that kid being trampled. I'm gonna die here. I don't wanna die. First, it's Jeremy, and now me.

Accessing neural memory. Accessing muscle memory. Access procedure complete.

(Y/N) (L/N).

Suddenly, the pain went away, as a tall, blue hologram lookin' thing with swoopy dark, dark brown- almost black hair, a black long coat, and then a fancy suit. What in the actually ass.

Welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor.

What.

Your SQUIP.

"Oh," I just stared at him. "What the hell! I was about to workout! Ass-hat,"

Suddenly an electric zap went up my spine.

I am your Squip. Here to help you with your motives, such as being popular and dating your crush. The Squip asked.

"Oh my god," I looked at him. "How much do you know?"

I'm a Supercomputer. I know everything.

I gasped. "Do you have any actual feelings? Like emotions? Can you become human? Do you speak multiple languages-"