You Chill? Squip x Reader

(Squips P.O.V)

This can't be... I can't- I can't feel. I've lost my ability to feel last time. Besides, I'm a Squip. But, I can be her friend. I just can't be anything more. Last time that didn't work well.

Besides, if (Y/N) doesn't want to date anyone, she wouldn't date me. She never even had a boyfriend! Sure she might've considered having one, but always put something before dating. Just thinking rationally here. I pulled up an image of (Y/N)'s Instagram. I studied the image. She hasn't used a filter in it.

I studied her face.

I'm just so fascinated. She was smiling while holding ice cream with (F/N), who also had ice cream. Her smile looked genuine. Happy.

It made me smile.

No!

I turned around but looked back at the picture. It's like being told to not look at something. You want to look at it either way.

I studied her, feeling jaw almost drop before closing my mouth. I walked closer and minimized the image to life-sized. About as tall as me.

I leaned over my desk, staring into her eyes. Certainly beautiful. If there was anything more than that...

I traced her the shape of her face as if I were to do in person if we were... closer. I backed up, resuming what I came here to do. Analyze her friends...

But I don't want to do that right now. I just want to stare at her.

I pulled up a different picture. This one with a picture of her and her dog. It was a summer day. She was around six-teen in the picture. She had sunglasses on and smiling as her dog licked her in the face.

They were next to their pool, and they were both soaked in water, so they were probably just swimming. That's why (Y/N) had a swimming suit on.

I looked at her caption for the post.

"(D/N)" (Dog's Name)

The name of her dog.

All of her friends pretty much adored him, so posted of the dog got as many likes as the ones with her in them.

All her pictures got so many likes.

I looked through her Instagram. All of them just filled with pictures of her, food, her dog, her friends, nature, so much.

Her life seems so wonderful.

There's nothing I can possibly change about her. She seems perfect. Everything about her is just so wonderful. No wonder most of her friends are a little jealous of her. I honestly am too.

I walked out of the tech room again and went to the storage room filled with files about other people, personalities, every section for a different person.

I walked over to the section where it went in-depth about (Y/N). So many files filled boxes and cabinets.

Complicated is the word. Confused and complicated.

I walked over to a box filled with personality. This one was filled with good stuff. Selflessness, happiness, all that stuff.

Reading through this makes me happy. All of her personality in detail.

It makes me smile.

It's five minutes before (Y/N) wakes up.

Time flies.

I put back all the papers and rushed toward the tech room. I quickly got out of her mind, become the blue hologram she knew me as, about four minutes before she wakes up.

How is someone cute while sleeping?

That makes no sense! Everyone looks weird while sleeping- HOW! I studied her room again.

Might as well get her prepped for the morning.

I turned on the heater and got some clothes laid out for her. Black leggings and a white Champion hoodie. While searching for the Champion hoodie, I saw her cheerleader uniform. She had a whole drawer filled with things that'd she use with Cheerleading.

I put a red scrunchie on her nightstand as an accessory for her outfit.

I got basic white Vans and put them down on the floor. Everything all neat and organized. I sighed in relief just as (Y/N) woke up.

What the heck... She thought as she stared at me.

I'm your Squip, remember?

Oh... oh! I remember! She finally realized, sitting up. I'm so tired. I feel like going back to sleep.

It's eight-thirty-five in the morning. I said, looking in the mirror and straightening my tie.

But... it's- No, that's a reasonable time to get up. She looked around her room, rubbing her eyes.

I feel so... happy when I see her. I feel happy. It's such a weird feeling. So different from what I used to feel, I can't explain it. But I can't let this get in the way of what I am here to do.

A single person can't be the reason why I feel this way.

(Y/N) picked up her phone and scrolled through social media before turning on music to start getting ready.

Calvin Harris - This Is What You Came For. Feat. Rhianna

It's like she could read my mind. But that's my thing. She then turned on another song.

Gwen Stefani - Santa Baby

It's past Christmas.

I know but I like Christmas songs.

Even though this one is basically sexualizing Christmas?

(Y/N) shrugged.

She reached across the bed and looked over the clothes.

I'm thinking about going to the mall to get another hoodie.

Do you really need another hoodie? You have too many.

You can never have too many hoodies. She started taking off her shirt.

OH! SWEET JESUS!

Do you need me to go or leave or something?

Why? You've seen my memories. What's the difference between lingerie and swimsuits?