Would you... maybe... be willing to write a scene where Jeremy has a cold and the SQUIP "catches" it from him? It's cool if you can't write SQUIP snz but I had to ask. lol ~sweats~
Let’s imagine that after the play, SQUIP’s presence is still prominent, but he’s not like an asshole or anything. He’s kinda just chilling, being sassy-like but not hateful.
Jeremy keeps his gaze locked on his computer, making it seem as if he didn’t hear SQUIP’s voice.
Through his peripherals, he can see SQUIP’s hazy form manifesting into a clear image of the familiar man, and his bed suddenly creaks as SQUIP sits on the edge of it. Still, he ignores any indication that SQUIP is there, yet, his nerves have sweat sliding down his temples.
“It’s rude to not acknowledge people.”
The loud sigh that slips past Jeremy’s throat is interrupted by a few weak coughs. He presses his fist to his mouth as he slowly spins his computer chair to face SQUIP, yet, the harsh words sitting heavy on his tongue fade away at inconsistent glitch in SQUIP’s physical appearance.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jeremy asks, brows pulling together as his hand falls to his lap. “Why are you glitching like that?”
The frown that pulls at Jeremy’s lips is deep, prominent. “You… don’t know? But, you know everything?” He’s aware there’s a hint of fear coating his voice, but he can’t really find too valid of a reason to care that he’s showing fear, not when his supercomputer is glitching in front of him without any known reason as to why.
“This is different. I feel different.”
“Yes, Jeremy. I am capable of feeling.”
Jeremy wants to argue; he wants to fight that a computer cannot possibly feel, but SQUIP’s face suddenly collapses as if waiting for….
The sneeze that follows has Jeremy kicking against the floor until his chair slides against the wall as far away from SQUIP as possible. The computer’s physical appearance completely vanishes against the force of the sneeze but returns with furrowed brows and a small sniffle.
Words are but a jumbled concept in Jeremy’s mind. “I don’t… Why? How? You’re a computer!”
“Could you maybe stop the yelling for two minutes? My head feels… uncomfortable.”
Jeremy’s on his feet and storming across the small length of his room before his mind can catch up to his frantic limbs. He stops short of the man sitting on the edge of his bed and leans in close to really study the facial features, taking careful note of the pale skin and watery eyes.
“You’re sick,” Jeremy says, voice tipping up slightly in question as he steps away with a frown. He shakes his head and crosses his arms. “You’re sick because I’m sick?”
One of Jeremy’s hands find the back of his neck just as SQUIP sneezes once more, physical form glitching away than returning as fast as a blink.
“Don’t apologize. Just get well, so I can get well. This is… unpleasant.”
Jeremy nods slowly, hand smoothing along the back of his neck. He motions toward his bed with his free hand. “You wanna, like, lie down or something? Rest?”
Jeremy watches as SQUIP slides under the covers with closed eyes, and he waits for an endless moment before turning sharply on his heel to retrieve his phone from his computer desk. He has to text Michael. Now.
[To: Michael] dude. DUDE. apparently SQUIP can get sick??
