Headcanon that the Squip made itself look like Michael while BMC pt 2 happened.

TW: self hatred, self harm, angst, swearing, oh and Jeremy has a panic attack....in a bathroom sadly

A week had passed since the play, and what most had started dubbing "the Squipcident". Most of the students had been unphased and unharmed. But there was a small handful that was indeed effected by this incident.

One of the people in that handful was Jeremy Heere, the person who was the direct cause of the incident. He already hated himself before it happened and now that was only worse, way worse.

It got so bad that Jeremy was sitting alone in his own bathroom cutting his arms with his dad's abandoned razor, at least the blade from it.

He had the sink on so he could gently wipe away the blood, it wasn't too loud so it wouldn't wake his dad up.

He watched the blood go from his arm and into the sink, flowing with the water quickly. He didn't really feel any pain from it at this point, he'd cut each wrist multiple times and was numbing to the pain.

The only thing that had hurt was touching the Squip scars with the razor blade but that was just the first time.

The blood and water was also mixed with tears, because all Jeremy could think about was what the Squip had done to him...how it made itself look like his only friend to abuse his mind into abandoning him...

And what it said while looking like said best friend. Jeremy couldn't stand the thought. He had gotten used to the mindset that everybody hated him so he wasn't surprised if Michael hated him...especially since he was an asshole to him during Jake's party.

(Meanwhile)

Michael had called about ten times abd Jeremy STILL hadn't picked up.

"C'mon Jeremy pick up the damn phone." He mumbled, chewing on his nails as he listened to the ring. Jeremy's voice mail came on and Michael threw the phone across the floor. "Why the hell is he avoiding me!?" He yelled as he threw his body on the bed.

Jeremy hadn't talked to him since they were in the hospital, so he took it Jeremy didn't want to be his friend again.

Thing was, Jeremy almost ALWAYS answered the phone, and Michael knew his number was unblocked so why wasn't Jeremy....

"Oh shit." He mumbled and he grabbed his backpack, ran downstairs, shoved a bunch of Mountain Dew Red inside and made his way out the door.

He didn't even both getting in the car. He ran. He ran all the way to Jeremy's house. He knew that Jeremy would only ignore him if the Squip was activated.

He knew Jeremy's door was locked but he always had the backup key, so he took advantage of it. The lights were off, made sense, it was late. But what was strange was that Jeremy's bedroom light was on, all the way on, which was never the case.

He made his way upstairs and into Jeremy's room, not seeing him. That was until he heard mumbling from the bathroom.

He made his way over to the bathroom and opened the door to a horrifying sight.

"Jeremy?" He muttered and Jeremy shot around, the blood on his wrists no longer falling into the sink, rather dripping on the floor like water out of a leaky faucet.

"Oh G-God...Not again...I...I can't do this again...J-Just deactivate please!" Jeremy whisper yelled and Michael looked behind him and didn't see anything.

He realized it was "the Squip" and grabbed one of his bottles out of his bag and held it out. Jeremy hesitantly reached for it and took it, chugging it.

He didn't scream, and he was staring st Michael in absolute horror.

"Why didn't it- Why are you s-still here!?" He yelled and Michael felt a tinge of pain hit his heart.

"Jeremy what the hell is wrong with you?" Jeremy stepped back and tripped into the bathtub.

"Quit p-pretending to be M-Michael just to mess with me! You a-already made me hate myself...W-What more do you want?" Jeremy broke down into full sobs, hugging his knees.

"Jeremy?"

"Just...g-go away...I don't care ab-bout Christine anymore...or pop-popularity! Just l-leave me alone!!"

"Jeremy...Jeremy calm down." Michael cooed gently but Jeremy was still shaking in the tub, his breath remaining unsteady and shaky. "Jeremy what's wrong?" He asked but Jeremy wouldn't answer.

Michael crawled into the tub, Jeremy moving away from him.

"Jeremy please tell me what's wrong...I want to help you..." He moved towards Jeremy, just enough so he could reach his back, and gently began stroking it.

Jeremy was looking over at Michael, face still hidden in his arms.

"Calm down Jeremy...tell me what's wrong and I can help you." Michael gently made his hand's way into Jeremy's hair, softly twirling it in his fingers.

Jeremy still didn't speak BUT he did move closer to Michael, resting his head on the taller male's shoulder gently.

They stayed like that for around ten minutes before Jeremy, surprisingly, spoke up.

"...You really a-are Michael...aren't you?" He muttered softly, and Michael still had trouble figuring out what was going on in the younger boy's head.

"Of course that's what I've been tryna tell you." With that, Jeremy wrapped his arms around Michael and held him tightly. "Hey calm down...and tell me why you've been avoiding me."

"Well....well the Squip.... it could change its visible form along with it's v-voice... so it used you against me. It looked like you and said things that got into my head...I actually thought it was you..."

"But you seemed fine during the play."

"Because you and the S-Squip were separated, but with it gone...I kept thinking you were the Squip trying to m-mess with my mind...make me leave again..." Jeremy's sobs were now soft whimpers as he kept hugging Michael.

"Jeremy...I wish I'd known that sooner...I thought you were gonna leave me again...You could have told me. You didn't have to hurt yourself."

"I...I wanted to get rid of them."

"What?"

"My scars. From the Squip...they...reminded me of how I pushed you aside and...I...I didn't want that...I didn't wanna hurt you again Michael..." Jeremy's tears starting pouring again and Michael gently cupped Jeremy's cheek with his hand and wiped some away with his thumb.

"It's alright Jeremy... c'mon, I need to take care of those or they'll get worse." Michael helped Jeremy out of the tub and back into his room.

He found the first aid and began doctoring Jeremy's arm, but before he wrapped it up, he gently kissed the scars. Jeremy didn't say anything, and didn't even mind.

Once finished Michael held Jeremy's hands softly, caressing the back of them with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry Michael...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done any of the shit I did especially to you...you were and still are my best friend I don't know why I...why I listened to a damn computer in my head." Jeremy was looking down, and Michael leaned closer, letting his forehead gently rest against Jeremy's forehead.

"It used me to hurt you Jeremy. It manipulated you...It's not your fault..."

"But-"

"Jeremy. Listen to me. You are a wonderful and amazing person. You're the reason I'm not dead yet. You're the reason I wake up and tell myself things will be okay. You're the reason I go to sleep at night thinking tomorrow will be ok. You're the reason I haven't killed myself...You're why I stopped cutting... You're amazing Jeremy...and I want you to know that I will always forgive you." Michael had one of his hands back on Jeremy's cheek.

He gently leaned in and Jeremy knew what was going to happen...and since he was single...he let it. Michael kissed him on the lips.

It was a very sweet, warm, gently kind of kiss. One that only certain relationships could ever had it seemed.

"Jeremy...I love you...and I have wanted to tell you since seventh but I couldn't but now I am and...I....I just can't help but love you..." Michael was so quiet that Jeremy almost didn't hear him.

"Michael...I knew that I felt stronger feelings than friendship for you I just...didn't know what it was...I guess I do now though...and I guess I love you too." Jeremy smiled a bit before yawning loudly.

"You tired?"

"Yeah..." Jeremy rubbed his eyes before laying down in the bed, not even bothering to get under the cover.

"Aren't you cold?" Michael was about to get off the bed but Jeremy grabbed his hand.

"Michael...you're staying aren't you? You can't just walk back home at night."

"How'd you know I walked?"

"Didn't hear your car. Now c-cmon, lay down and get some sleep as well..." Jeremy yawned again before closing his eyes gently.

Michael laid down next to him and Jeremy quickly moved his arms to Michael's waist and brought him close.

"G'night Michael...I...love you..." He mumbled between yawns.

"I love you too Jeremy..." Michael smiled as he hugged the brunette back, softly planting a kiss on the top of Jeremy's forehead. Jeremy smiled at the contact.

Jeremy managed to stop cutting himself after that, and Michael realized that Jeremy wasn't avoiding him when he didn't speak to him. He never avoided him. He was just scarred, and Michael realized that now.

Ok that was the first part, angst instead of fluff this time for chapter 1