It had been several days since the incident at the mall, Abbi apologizing for her behavior and explaining to Jeremy who told her about SQUIPS. While Jeremy was off interrogating this 'someone' Michael took it upon himself to get a slushy from his favorite place in the world.
7-11
He gave Pan a wave as he entered, heading back to the slushy machines before pouring himself a cup of the 'mysterious green flavor' . Normally it was lime... Michael liked lime.
The Retro Boy was heading over to the counter to pay for his drink just as another fellow was entering. He-... He kinda looked upset but, Michael had places to be. He paid for his drink and began to make the walk back to Jeremy's place.
He'd maybe gotten halfway done with his slurpee when he was suddenly hit with a crippling headache-
ZZzzzT!
Calibration in process.... Please excuse some minor discomfort
"What the...." Michael's eyes widened with alarm, throwing his drink down panickedly as though it could stop what was happening
Calibration Complete. Access procedure initiated.
"No!! NoNoNoNO!!" Michael clenched his eyes shut,resisting as best as he could.
Accessing Neural Memory, Accessing Muscle Memory, Michael Mell... Here is your S.Q.U.I.P
The being began to pixelate into existence before him, glitching slightly as it formed-
"Abbi....?!?"
{(TBC)}
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Error: A tale of tic-tacs and despair
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