Hiiii June idk who this is but y’all are working hard so if you’re so inclined I’d love a bit about Jeremy and the SQUIP being friends (going back to my bmc roots with this one….) feel free to get as non canon as you want bc you would need it with this one alskskdjj
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“It feels dumb being alone in here,” says Jeremy as he climbs up the steps to the stage. “What if someone sees me?”
“Don’t worry,” says the SQUIP, and its easygoing, chill tone settles Jeremy’s nerves a little. “I’ve hijacked the remote locking system for the auditorium doors. Just focus on those moves.”
Mr. Reyes had inserted a big dance number into A Midsummer’s Nightmare About Zombies. Christine had been distraught: “I love musical reinterpretations as much as the next gal, but this is just spitting on Shakespeare’s vision!” she’d protested, jumping up from her seat. “And this is the fall play. We don’t even have a choreographer or music director or—”
“Those cheap choreographers and music directors the school hires every year don’t comprehend my vision!” Mr. Reyes had declared. “Which is why I will be in charge of this dance number. Now, everyone, out of your seats—first we’ll be starting with your basic jazz square…”
And now here Jeremy is, forced to practice in the theater after hours, because he auditioned for a play and did not think he’d need the coordination to dance. Luckily, he’ll be standing in the back for most of it, but still…
“I’ll play the music in your brain,” says the SQUIP. “Three, two, one—”
“Wait!”
“What?”
“How do I do this without a partner?” Jeremy mumbles.
The SQUIP stays silent for a moment. “Put your hands up like a partner is there,” it tells him at last. “I’ll stimulate your nerve endings to feel pressure where there’s none.”
“…Weird…”
“Quantum nanotechnology,” the SQUIP says. “Now enough delays. Just start dancing. You want to impress Christine during the next rehearsal, don’t you?”
“I do…” But staring out from the empty stage, Jeremy feels his heartbeat pick up. His palms are sweating. He takes a tentative step forward, the beginning of one of those jazz squares Mr. Reyes is obsessed with, and the sound of his sneaker hitting wood echoes through the entire auditorium. “I don’t think I can do this,” he says in a rush. “I can’t dance. I’m gonna look like an idiot.”
“I can flood your brain with serotonin and cut off your adrenaline,” the SQUIP offers cheerfully.
“No! No messing with my feelings!”
If the SQUIP were to materialize itself in Jeremy’s vision right now, he knows it would be rolling its eyes. “Fine, if you want to do it the slow way…” But then its voice softens. “No one’s here, so you don’t need to worry about looking like an idiot. I told you I took care of that already. Would you rather look like a fool at rehearsal tomorrow because you didn’t practice? Or do you want to show up and dazzle Christine with your style? You know what you’re doing. You just need to let your body’s muscle memory catch up with your brain. So start dancing. You can do it.”
“…Okay,” says Jeremy quietly. He takes a deep breath, holds it, and lets it go. “Okay. Start the music.”
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The sentence thing!! I wasn't sure if you wanted x reader or not but since that's my only specialty, I'm going with that 😅😅 Of course you don't have to do them all- I'm just giving you options! ^^ You don't even have to do any if you aren't inspired by them!!
Just sit in Stupid's lap, they said, there ain't no more seats.
"Hmmm, I wonder if my soul can be sewed back on... like Peter's shadow... " Psycho wonders allowed, looking meaningfully to you with those big eyes before they flicker over to your sewing box, "Its worth a try I think!!"
You didn't even need to look when your coworkers exclaimed that there was a zoot suit wearing wierdo outside with a 'Forgive me?' sign, you just continued on typing like normal; Greasy's going to have to try harder then that after the stunt he pulled.
"... damn," Wheezy huffed, on his knees and concentrated on the fabric sticking to your thighs, "'s much as I love this dress, Y/N, y' need to invest in some easier clothes to get out of."
You couldn't even think as you watched Smartass leave for the day- you just had the worst feeling, something in you screaming inside... screaming that he absolutely should not leave that day, that you shouldn't let him; That you should hug him harder while you can.
Thank you so much! These were so fun to do! Even if Wheezy's got me bad 🔫. I hope you like them! (Whether they're humanoid or weasel toons in these, you decide! ^^)
Also I kinda cheated with these- IT'S SO HARD JUST STICKING WITH ONE SENTENCE! So I tweaked so it's more like paragraphs instead- I STILL TRIED MAKING THEM ONE SENTENCE THOUGH... And Smartass and Greasy got one more paragraph 😅
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You were completely gobsmacked when the others suggested that so casually- and Stupid didn't seem to mind it either, he just smiled like a doofus and waved to you from his spot on the couch!
Well... ok, if they insist and Stupid is ok with it... But Greasy better not make any jokes! You know where Smartass keeps the spray bottle!
You didn't even have to say anything when you approached him awkwardly, he just plucked you up and sat you down with him without a word, "Here 'ya go! We can share the bowl!"
You just nodded with a vague, "Uh-Huh..." as you process everything going on; it's not like anything dirty was happening, everyone else was invested in the movie, and it was just you that was anxious... Then again nobody else here had a big fat crush on this loveable dork like you did, so... Yeah.
It wasn't until Stupid offered you the movie snack, which you just now noticed was specifically (favorite movie snack), did you just smile back at him, accept the food, and focused on enjoying the moment with him.
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What the- "How is that going to work!?" You think in panic, glancing between Psycho's soul and his... Body, laying on the floor right where he fell over, "Souls! They... Th-They aren't tangible like your body! I can just push my hand through you right now! How will the thread stay in place!? And sewing you on your body isn't the same as putting your soul back in your corpse!"
Oh God, why did you tell him that joke? Why did he laugh so hard at it!? It wasn't even that funny! It was stupid! That was exactly why you felt it was safe enough to tell it! Did that say more about you, your boyfriend's sense of humor, or the joke itself? How was Smartass going to react knowing you killed Psycho?? Why wasn't Psycho mad at you for killing him!?!? Oh God, what were you going to do? What if-
"Y/N! Y/N! Look!"
You blinked and looked back up towards Psycho, who, without breaking eye contact... pushed your cup off of the coffee table, proving that his soul- somehow- still was physical, so you could theoretically speaking, sew it onto his body...
"... Alright." You say before grabbing your sewing kit, ignoring his excited cheer and trying to keep calm, "But I'm not really steady right now, so it's your job to make absolutely sure you're aligned with your body, ok? I don't want to sew your hand to your foot or something..."
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"Uh... Y/N? I don't think he's going away..." Your coworker added, an unnerved edge in her voice.
"Just ignore him. The more attention you give him, the worse he gets." Was all you had to say to that, speaking from your own experience with the... Well, it's in his name!
It wasn't until another one of your coworkers told you that the 'weirdo' seemed to be trying to come inside, did you groan and swivel your chair around towards the window, to see your 'casanova' desperately trying to open the door to your workplace... By pushing it instead of pulling it open, despite what the sign clearly stated... God he was an idiot sometimes.
"Ok, this has gone on far enough..." You mutter to yourself as you curtly stand up and storm over to the door, roughly pushing it open and causing Greasy to topple back and land on his behind... You choose to ignore your guilt and cross your arms, "You're not gaining my forgiveness this way, so leave."
The gangster looked wide-eyed and slack jawed at you- and the door, seems like he finally noticed the sign- before scrambling up and dusting himself off, "Y/N! Mi vida! Please, I just need to-"
You promptly close the door on him, ignoring how he looked like a betrayed house cat at the front door, and walk back to your desk; maybe you'd let him talk later, but you were too mad right now.
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You couldn't stop the chuckle leaving your lips as you let your boyfriend suffer just a little bit longer with your dress, "I thought you liked a little challenge~"
"Tch, I wouldn't really describe it like that..." Was Wheezy's response, the smoke billowing from the corners of his lips as he glanced up at you, finally asking you- silently- for help after so long of fumbling with your dress.
Hm... "Nope. You gotta figure it out yourself, honey. Can't do the work for you after all."
He narrows his steely blue eyes at you, though you could see a hint of amusement behind them as he went back to work, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you planned this, princess."
"Now, why would you think tha-" You suddenly cut yourself off when you felt the air hit your now bare thighs, your knees suddenly feeling weak when you see the triumphant- and promise of some revenge after your little stunt- smirk on your partners' lips.
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"... Wait!" You called out as you ran after him, just before he closed the front door of your new home, in the human side of Los Angeles, "Please, you can't go!"
The boss sighs, having already heard your worries the night before, "Y/N, this is the last job Doom needs us to do. We can't exactly skip out on him now-"
"Babe, please. You know how dangerous this is. Just stay home." You tried to plead with Smartass, your wide eyes staring straight into his own as you took his hand in yours; using every trick you knew to convince him to stay, "All it takes is a little slip near the dip, and you... You could..."
"Hey there, c'mon, you know we'll be fine." Where the others couldn't see, he offers you a tender, comforting smile as he brushes a stray hair strand behind your ear, "I ain't letting these maroons dip themselves on my watch. And if the judge tries to throw us under the bus, we'll be ready... You just stay here, and think about the new life waiting for us tomorrow."
... He's so confident that this plan of Doom's will work, that the two of you and his gang will have the freedom to do whatever you please once all the toons are gone- and, like the many times before, it's enough to convince yourself to ignore the growing dread you feel and watch Smartass and his team load up in the van before driving off.
It's alright, you'll see your boys tomorrow, just like Smarty promised... You have to...
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I hope you liked this! I wanted to put in as much detail as I could without breaking the rules more than I already have. Hopefully I was successful XD
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