(Aaaa sorry I've been dead. I had to delete this app a while ago but I return finally)

When Richard got home, he waited for his dad to pass out, just so he wouldn't be caught with the Squip.

Once that happened, he plopped the tiny pill into his mouth and swallowed it easily, proceeding to the kitchen to find Mountain Dew.

He took that upstairs and began drinking it, but only within a few seconds of drinking it did he feel a rather harsh electric shock in his body.

That's when he heard it.

"Calibration in process. Please excuse some mild discomfort." The first wave of pain went through Richard's body and he fell to the floor, biting his lip to avoid from screeching.

After a minute the pain ceased, and he could stand up again...that didn't last for long.

"Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated. Discomfort level may increase" The shocks going into his body were the most painful thing he'd ever experienced, so painful that he was actually crying. "Accessing neural memory. Accessing muscle memory. Access procedure complete."

Completely ignoring the blue color running through his veins, Richard stared up in awe at the holographic figure before him

"Richard Goranski. Welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Your SQUIP."

Richard was in absolute amazement at the Squip's appearance(note: I believe this is who acts his Squip in the new show). It had a striking resemblance to Kaytlyn Carlson, who Richard was only familiar with through his brother and Alec.

"Wow y-you work...thith it's amathing." Shock. Richard thought it could've been an after effect of the Squip.

"No that was not an after effect. I am just beginning the process of breaking you out of your lisp. It is unattractive."

"Oh o-okay..." A second shock. "I didn't thay an eth word!"

"No. But you did stutter. Which is also unattractive."

"Oh. That maketh thenthe." Shocked yet again.

"This is going to be difficult. So, you wish to be cool to your peers, correct?"

"I altho w-wanna get the attention of-"

"Michael Mell. Yes, I am aware of your...crush. But, perhaps I can interest you in somebody else. Maybe Brooke Lohst."

"W-Why?" Richard ignored the shock as he watched the Squip examine his bedroom thoroughly. It found his sketchbook, which was open to some watercolor doodles of Michael.

"First of all, Michael is a male. He is the same sex as you, dating him would rank you excruciatingly low on the school social map. And second, even if I were to allow you to date Michael, dating a loser like him would keep you stagnant on the social map. If you wish to rise to the top, then you aren't allowed to have positive interaction with him."

"B-But I like Michael. He-He'th really nithe..." That was a fourth shock, it hurt worse that the first three shocks.

"You have to let him go Richard. If you wish to obtain any sort of social standing, that desire has to be ignored. If the problem persists, if you persist, I'll have to force you to stay away from him. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yeth." Shocked again. "I mean, yeth." And again. "I mean...yes..." Forcing himself to not stutter or use his lisp was very difficult but Richard did it, to the Squip's satisfaction.

"Now, to redo your entire persona. Starting with how you carry yourself. Not physically, but socially." The Squip was looking at a tiny screen for a minute or two while being quiet before she continued."First, stop going by Richard and start going by Rich. It has a better sound to it, one people will notice once you get popular."

"Th-So I have to go by Rich?"

"Precisely. Now, you're going to have to stop carrying around your sketchbook. I'd recommend throwing it out."

"W-Wait, why? I vent through that!"

"Venting is unattractive. You will have to hide your emotions from popular students. If you do not, you will come off as a burden." Rich nodded slowly, walking over to his desk and picking the book up, sighing as he looked at the sketches of Michael.

He was going against what he wanted, but if he wanted respect from people, he had to do this. He closed to book and dumped it into the tiny, desk side trash can.

"There. Do you already feel more worthy of respect?"

"Not r-really...I feel worthe." He let his lisp slide and covered his mouth before feeling a shock.

"Okay...next we can work on what we're going to do about...your appearance. We need to upgrade your physical appearance. Specifically your wardrobe and hair."

"H-How are we going to do t-that exactly?"

"First, we are to throw out everything in your closet. We will go to the mall tomorrow and get you new clothes with the money left over from purchasing me."

"Wait, my entire c-clothet." Rich had lost count of his shocks already...maybe this wasn't a good idea.

"Are you doubting me?"

"N-No it'th just that...you're really abuthive..."

"It's not abuse Rich. I'm training you to break your bad habits. It's going to help you in the long run, I promise. Now, you have a few hours left until midnight, I suggest you go to bed early, nine exactly would suffice."

"Tho what do I d-do before then?"

"Push ups. I'm going to help you build up your body. Muscles are much more attractive to people than being even the slightest bit fat. Now, I'm going to shock you for every push up you fail to do. Starting now. One."

"W-Wait, right no-OW!"

"One." It repeated again, and Rich got to the floor, doing push ups as the Squip instructed.

He hated it though. He didn't think he'd completely change himself AND abandon his biggest goal in life but he was here and he was doing it.

***

An hour passed of doing push ups. Rich was exhausted, sweaty, and felt like dying. He glanced at the clock and seen it was eight already and decided to go to bed early.

He removed his favorite black sweater, and before he could actually get his pajamas, he stared in horror at the weird marks on his arm. What was that?

"It is simply a reminder not to disobey. Do not think too much of it." The Squip smiled rather menacingly, and Rich simply nodded as he proceeded into his nightly routine.

When he finally got to lay in his bed, he curled up into a ball, ignoring the static buzzing of the Squip as he closed his eyes and let himself sleep.