(Y/n) P.o.V:

After Michael and I had finished our... uhm... talk, I felt the sickness again and I had to puke. I was really embaressed to doz this infront of Michael but he didn't say anything.

I leaned over the Toilette and started to vomit. Michael ran to me and held up my hair. “T..Thanks..“, was all I could say im between of all the vomiting.

“No problem.“, he answered.

After puking, I slightly felt better but I had to realize the more I get sober, the more Squip gets functional.

“Let's go... the party is fucked up.“, Michael said while taking my hand. I looked on my phone.. Wow it's only a few minutes after midnight.

“Well.. let's go..“, I mumbled, still scared of what's going to happen, when the Squip is ready for action.
We went downstairs and squeezed ourself through the crowd of drunk people. While walking I could see a crying Brook and an apologizing Jeremy. Michael did too.

As he looked at Jeremy a sad look appeared on his face but I squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile. As we were outside he said, “I'll bring you home... in case something happens, of course...“ An impish smirk appeared on his lips and I blushed and nodded.

'Something will happen...', was what ran trough my head... I swallowed, while thinking of the Squip and my fear arised. Michael noticed and suddenly he made a worried face.

“What's wrong?“, he asked.

“When I'm sober... the.. the Squip will be functional again... and I am so scared.. what if he takes back control and hurts me.. or even worse.. what if he hurts you? I did so many terrible things to you.. and I couldn't forgive myself, if anything of this shit happens again..

B-but... it probably will.“, I truly said.

I shivered thinking of the cold, empty, electronic eyes of the Squip.

Michael pulled me into a thight hug, gently patting my head. He whispered, “First of all: Everything what happened.. it wasn't you. It's not your fault. I am going to find out how to stop this electronic asshole.

And second: He won't hurt me. And if he hurts you, call me or anything. Try to contact me. Anything. Or you just stay wasted forever...“

I smiled a bit. “I just hope nothing bad happens. If I fight hard enough, he won't take over control. I am just really scared... what ... what if...“, I shivered.

Michael kissed my forehead and said, “Nothing will happen. I promise.“

... well another one who breaks promises...