A New Purpose [Squip x Reader]

Chapter 3

Squip's P.O.V

I wanted to comfort (Y/N) but she had asked me to leave and locked herself in her bedroom. It hurt to know that my host was in pain, especially since it's my job to help and bring happiness. But I could hear everything that she was thinking.

I'm so worthless.
How could I have let this happen?
How am I going to tell Michael?
Does the Squip think badly of me?

It hurt me to know that (Y/N) was in so much pain. I approached her bedroom door and placed three firm knocks.
"(Y/N), can I please come in?"
I heard her sniffles from the other side of the door. Her footsteps approached the door and she opened it a few inches. Her usually tame hair was now a tangled mess. Her eyes were red, and puffy from her crying and she had wrapped herself into into a little burrito using her duvet.

"Come here.." I held my arms wide open and stared at her. The rest of the door squeaked open and she dragged her 'burrito cocoon' into my embrace. I held her as tight as I could and felt a small, damp patch grow on my clothing from her tears. It didn't matter though. I had to make sure that she had the comfort she needed. I placed a hand on the back of her head and ran my fingers through her slightly. We stayed like that for a few more moments before I felt her loosen her arms from my neck.  She stood in front of me. Even though her face was red and tear stained, I couldn't help but notice the way the light hit and sculpted her perfect face.
"C'mon, let's go into the kitchen and I'll make something to calm you down." I held out my hand to her. She hesitated before taking it. As we entered the kitchen I monitored her thoughts.

I've already lost Jeremy. What if lose Michael or my Squip?

She was scared of losing me?

I squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring look. I pulled out one of the barstools for her and she sat down on it.

(Y/N) P.O.V

I plonked myself on the barstool and the Squip walked into the kitchen. I watched as he filled up the kettle and pressed down the button to turn it on.
"Now, (Y/N), it is in my knowledge that tea is scientifically proven to reduce anxiety and calm down the drinker. So I'm going to make you a pot of green tea.." He smiled softly and I returned it. "And while I do that you should go and wash your face, and change out of your clothes into something comfortable."

I hopped off the bar stool and walked to the bathroom. I flicked the light switched and looked into the mirror.

IS THAT WHAT I LOOK LIKE!? I DIDN'T KNOW I LOOKED THIS BAD!

I stared at my appearance. My face was red and tear stained. My eyes were irritated and puffy, my mascara. My hair had become a matted rats nest. I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with some water. I rubbed my face a bit, turned the faucet off and then patted it dry with a towel.

I need to make myself look a bit more.. presentable.

I opened the top drawer and pulled out a hairbrush and some detangling spray. I sprayed it into my hair and began to brush my hair from the ends to the top of my scalp. It became.. smoother. I tied it into a messy bun on the top of my head.