About an hour later, the Squip still couldn't go back asleep. He felt to awful to even try to sleep, and when he finally actually tried to sleep, the only thing he could hear was Michael's words taunting him.

  He'd thought maybe he could make it up to Michael somehow.  Do something for him, show him he wasn't the evil super-computer he'd used to be. But he couldn't think of anything he could do to prove to Michael he wasn't a computer anymore. There was one way he wouldn't have to deal with Michael though! Mt.Dew Red.

  Despite being human, Mt.Dew Red would still kill him. It was like posion to him, and if he drunk enough of it he would die. Jeremy still had Red left over from the play. Quietly, the Squip snuck downstairs to Jeremy's kitchen. There it was, Mt.Dew Red.

  Meanwhile, Michael was asleep, having nightmares. Most of them were about the bathroom incident, or what would've happened if he didn't stop the Squip. But one, was different then all the others.

  This nightmare only had him and the Squip. They were in a place that look like a void, in was really dark. The Squip was holding a bottle of Mt.Dew Red in his hand.

  "I know you hate me Michael." He started. "But, you don't have to. You don't have to even remember that I exist! If I drink this enough of this Red, I'll die! Despite being a human, it's posion to me. It'll kill me. That's what you want, isn't it?" The Squip asked him. Michael tried to scream. No! This isn't what he wanted! But, he couldn't make a sound.

  "Don't lie to me, Michael! I know you want me gone! So, that's what I'll give you." The Squip explained. He brought the bottle up to his lips, and drank the Red.

  Michael woke up. Maybe he did hate the Squip, maybe he didn't. Maybe he wanted to marry the Squip. Where'd that come from? However, even if he didn't like the Squip he didn't want him to take his own life. He looked around the room to try to find the Squip. He wasn't there.

  Michael rushed out into the kitchen, where Jeremy kept Mt.Dew Red. There was the Squip, holding the bottle of it. He didn't drink it yet, but he was about to. Michael made an entrance. "Stop!"

  The Squip flinched, hiding the bottle behind his back. He looked up to see Michael. Michael walked towards him. "Put the Red down." He commaned.

  The Squip looked at the bottle, then back at Michael. He looked serious, and sad, as if he'd actually feel bad about the Squip dying. However, the Squip eventually put the bottle on the counter. Michael took, the bottle and put it back in the fridge. Then, hugged the Squip.

  The Squip flinched again. He was expecting Michael to hurt him or something. However, Michael wrapped his arms around the Squip. The Squip relaxed into the hug.

"I-I'm sorry. Please don't drink that! I-I'm sorry." Michael mummbled into the Squip's chest. He sounded like he was crying. The Squip hugged Michael back, tightly.

  "Let's go back to sleep." Michael suggested. He walked the Squip back up to Jeremy's bedroom. They were holding hands. Both of them got to sleep in Jeremy's bed. Michael and the Squip ended up cuddling with each other, neither of them wanting to let go.