~Y'alls POV~
When I felt the sting in my neck, at first I just thought my body was protesting against me being curled up on a corner of my bed, in a really uncomfortable position.
I sat up, then laid down across the whole of my bed.
Not seconds after, another spike of pain hit my back.
Jumping up, I check to see if a stray piece of lead was on my blanket.
As I did, pain suddenly raced up and down my back, and crawling up the back of my head.
I curl up, barely restraining myself from screaming.
'Calibration in Process. Please excuse mild discomfort.'
WHAT THE FUCK. More pain, even more intense, flows through my body. I did notice the voice, a deep-ish man's voice.
'Accessing Neural Memory'
A ding that I barely heard over my internal screaming and external whimpering.
'Accessing Muscle Memory'
Another ding.
'Accessing Process Complete'
The pain suddenly went away as fast as it appeared.
'(Y/N) (L/N), welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor.
Your Squip.'
{{mmm for Squip reference- no wait imma shut up. Yalls Squip can be book, play or musical.
I'm not that choosy.
Bye my Squips and Bye Y'all!~}}
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Fanfiction(Y/N) has no friends. Music is her friend. No, no, she has a normal life. Only moved once, people don't bully her, but, she isn't noticed often either. (Y/N) is a social awkward bean, and usually can't find anything in common with others. Hence, th...
