[Trigger warning: :S It's the bedroom scene in the party, so like yikes if you're super uncomfy with this rather anxiety inducing non consensual chapter, please skip! This chapter is purely that scene and the lead up to Michael In The Bathroom, so it's not essential for the experience of this fanfic.]

Also? I used google translate and memes to fill the japanese the SQUIP so sorry for the inaccuracies.


"I don't know why she's so crazy about you. You're not that cute. No offense."

Jeremy tugged at his shoulders, but to no avail. Deescalate the situation Jer, deescalate. Uhhhh...

"None taken. I should get back—"

"You know she's not that innocent. That wounded puppy routine? It's how she gets all the guys. Acts all helpless so they want to protect her. Not that I care."

A light bulb went off in his head. He got why she dragged him off here,

"You're jealous of Brooke!"

Chloe's eyes widened before she could cover it up with another wave of sexy confidence.

"Um. Obviously I'm not."

"That's insane! Why would you be jealous of anyone? You're the hottest girl in school!" Yikes. Jeremy's eyes widened. "Did I just say that out—"

Chloe suddenly leaned in and kissed him. Jeremy tired his best to keep his jaw shut, but Chloe's tongue was strong and snaked its way into his mouth. With one last pull of his will, Jeremy managed to pull away, panting. At least that wasn't his kiss virginity gone. That was long gone.

"Whoa, whoa!" He desperately called out to his SQUIP. "Make it stop!"

The response reverberated around his brain.

"I don't understand the request."

"Do you wanna stop? Do you wanna stop being coy?" Chloe climbed on top of him again, bottle in hand. "Do you wanna get, do you wanna get inside my diaper, boy?"

She handed him the bottle, giggling.

"It's not actually milk," she whispered drunkenly.

"Oh...I'm not really a big—" Jeremy felt a familiar shock on his wrists as his SQUIP forced him to swallow a large sip of the liquid. It burned down his throat and settled warm in his stomach.

"-Drinker!" he choked out.

The SQUIP took control of Jeremy again, forcing him into another passionate kiss. He let his tongue explore Chloe's mouth. And by let, I mean he couldn't stop the SQUIP going hog wild. He was absolutely terrified it was going to push him far out of his comfort zone. I mean, more that this was. He was having second thoughts about this whole SQUIP thing.

"Jeremy? Are you in there?" A voice called out. Jeremy's anxiety skyrocketed higher than he ever thought it could. He...he couldn't let Brooke see him like this- like this with Chloe! She shushed him. "Jenna Rolan said she saw you go upstairs. Jeremy?"

There was a pause before she moved on. Jeremy sighed in relief.

"If Jenna Rolan saw us…"

"Jenna Rolan should mind her own business." Chloe growled.

"Brooke's going to find out. Don't you care?-"

"You're less cute when you're talking." She interrupted, yet again pinning him to the bed, pulling down his zipper. no nO NO.

" Help me out here!" Jeremy pleaded to his SQUIP. He wanted out, NOW.

"Konichiwa!"

Jeremy froze in surprise. His SQUIP had materialized by the bed, but he was glitching the hell out.

"...What?"

"I'm sorry, Jeremy. Alcohol temporarily scrambles my /tsūshin kairo/."

"Then why did you make me drink it?!"

It was important you take advantage of the /jōkyō/. You'll thank me /ato/. /Omae wa mou shindeiru, nani?/"

Chloe sat up, bored by Jeremy's lack of reaction.

"Whatever, I've had enough—"

Suddenly there was loud pounding at the bedroom door.

"JEREMY HEERE!?"

It was Jake.

Oh no.

"Ooh, the fun begins."

Jeremy's eyes widened.

"Is that...Jake?"

"Jeremy, I know you're not having sex on my parent's bed, because if you were, I'd

have to rip your balls off!"

"GREAT, THEN YOU CAN BOTH BE BALL-LESS!"

There was a moment of silence, a quiet, almost whisper of "...Chloe?"

The doornob began to rapidly rattle as Jake desperately tried to get in. Jeremy tried to wriggle away at the same time, but Chloe pinned him down across the bed, preventing his escape. After realising the door's locked, Jake began throwing himself at the door, in hopes of breaking it. It would surprise Jeremy if he was successful in it.

"HEAR THAT? I'M HAVING HOT SEX WITH JEREMY ALL OVER YOUR

PARENTS' LINENS!"

"No we're not, I swear we're not!" Jeremy cut in. He was petrified. There was a long pause. "...Maybe he believed me and went away?"

Suddenly a fist smashed through the window. Chloe was unbothered by this, but by now Jeremy was shaking.

"Kei-koku, kei-koku," the SQUIP warned.

Chloe straddled the now shirtless Jeremy and began to grind on top of him as Jake began to climb through the window.

"You're fucking dead, Jeremy!"

"Go away, we're busy SCREWING!" Chloe teased, flipping him the bird.

Jeremy managed to push Chloe off of him and didn't hesitate as he scrambled towards the door. He threw the door open as hard as he could, and was met face to face with a wide eyed Brooke.

"Jeremy?"

She looked about ready to cry. How much did she hear?"

"Brooke!"

He reaches out to hold her, but hesitates when Jake made it through the window into the room.

"Jeremy!"

"Brooke I'm so sorry."

Jeremy pushed past Brooke and threw himself down the hall as Jake gave chase, not far behind.

"I'll kill you, Jeremy!" Jake stumbled, and quickly found himself on the floor, dizzy. "Oh man, I /shouldn't/ have drank so much Peach Schnapps."


Jeremy bolted into the bathroom and immediately locked the door. Then he collapsed by the tub. He was still extremely shaken from that entire encounter. Why the HELL did Chloe think that was a good idea? I mean, it probably worked out in her favour. Jeremy took deep breaths, trying to stave off his panic.

Suddenly a monster hand shot out from behind the shower curtain and grabbed his shoulder. Jeremy screamed, leaping away from the bathtub in a defensive position. The hand retracts and pulls the curtain revealing….Michael?

"Sup."

Jeremy caught himself, wheezing. It was just Michael. Wait, why was he here?

"Michael? I didn't know you were invited to this party."

"I wasn't. Which is why I'm wearing-" He gestured to his...DIY sewage monster costume. Honestly Jeremy would've been impressed if the context was different "-this clever disguise!

Jeremy just stared at him.

"You're speechless. Squip got your tongue?"

Jeremy narrowed his eyes at Michael as he climbed over the lip of the bath, sitting on the edge.

"It's...off."

"That would explain why you're talking to me." Michael sighed, pushing his fringe through his hand. "I've been thinking about this moment. What I would say to you? I had this really pissed off monologue, an epic journey through twelve years of friendship…" Michael was caught off-guard by the almost longing look Jeremy was giving him. "What?"

"It's... really good to see you, man."

"It won't be. Once you hear what I found out."

Jeremy was taken aback a bit,and a little lost.

"Found out?"

"About…"

He tapped his head. OH! He was talking about the SQUIPs!

"How? There's nothing on the internet—"

"Which is weird, right?" he interjected. "I mean, what's not on the internet? So I starting asking around. Finally, this guy I play Warcraft with... Told me how his brother went from a straight D student to a freshman at Harvard. You know where he is now?"

"Really happy and successful?"

"He's in a mental hospital. Totally lost it."

Jeremy frowned. Where was he going with this?

"I don't see what that has to do with…"

"Think, man! We're talking an insanely powerful supercomputer. You really think its primary function is to get you laid? Who made them? How did they end up in a high school? In New Jersey? Of all possible applications for such a mind-blowingly advanced technology, you ever wonder what it's doing inside YOU?"

Jeremy hesitated for a second. What was wrong with /him/ having the SQUIP. Excluding tonight, his SQUIP had been nothing but helpful. More helpful than Michael, who was - before the SQUIP - arguably more popular than Jeremy and never helped him climb the school's social ladder. He just laughed from the side lines and occasionally comforted him or egged him on.

"And I thought Chloe was jealous…"

"I'm honestly asking!" Michael shrugged.

"Really?" Jeremy bit back, taking an aggressive step towards Michael. " Because I think you're pissed I have one and you don't!"

"Come on—"

"Maybe I got lucky, is that so weird? With my history, I'd say the universe owed me one. And I don't know about your friend's brother's whatever, but if you're telling me his squip made him crazy—"

"His squip didn't make him crazy."

"Oh. Well... There you go." Jeremy turned on his heels.

"He went crazy trying to get it out."

Jeremy froze for a second, before loosening and turning back to Michael.

"Then I've got nothing to worry about. Why would I want that?"

Jeremy turned back to the door and unlocked it, but Michael quickly put himself between him and the door. Jeremy's expression hardened.

"Move it."

"Or you'll what?"

Michael knew Jeremy. He knew he wouldn't pull anything. Not against his best friend...would he? Jeremy took a breath.

"Get out of my way. /LOSER/."

The light dimmed out of Michael's eyes as Jeremy exited the bathroom. He took a deep breath to compose himself and made his way back down into the party. Hopefully no one would notice how shaken he was.

The sounds of rowdy teens faded into the background and was replaced with the clatter of plates as Jeremy exited his newly regained memory and back into reality. It was only a memory, but Jeremy felt as shaken as he was back then.

"And he's back to the land of the living."