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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Be_More_Chill_-_Iconis/Tracz
  Relationship:
      Jeremy_Heere/Michael_Mell
  Character:
      Jeremy_Heere, Michael_Mell, The_Squip_(Be_More_Chill)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Underage_Drug_Use, Drug_Use, Date_Rape_Drug/
      Roofies, Manipulative_Squip, Mental_Abuse, Please_don't_read_this_if
      you're_easily_triggered, Bad_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-24 Completed: 2018-01-01 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 4679
****** C·O·P·Y·C·A·T ******
by skyjoos
Summary
     Michael's been in love with his best friend since freshmen year, but
     he can't get Jeremy to love with him without some help. This is where
     his Squip comes in, a super quantum computer in his brain to help him
     get Jeremy to fall in love.
     But, Michael didn't read the fine print: A Squip will do anything to
     achieve it's goal.
     Inspired by VocasCircus's 'Copycat'.
Notes
     TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE/NON-CON ELEMENTS. PLEASE DO NOT PUT YOURSELF AT
     RISK BY READING THIS.
***** Part One *****
This is what you wanted, right?
Michael tried to shake his Squip’s thoughts away. He tried to focus on the
matter at hand. Jeremy, his best friend since elementary school, laying half-
conscious on his bed. Maybe it’s the pleasant way Jeremy’s eyes are half closed
that makes Michael feel better. Or maybe it’s his blue shirt, hiked up just
enough for him to see his exposed hips. Or maybe it’s how far Jeremy’s pants
are down his legs. Even in the dimly lit basement – which has doubled as
Michael’s bedroom since he was 13 – he can see the faint scars where numerous
pimples laid on Jeremy’s face. He can even see the sweet, almost succulent way
his lips are parted.
God, he’s wanted this for years. He’s wanted to have Jeremy so vulnerable like
this since freshmen year. Michael had his first wet dream in freshmen year, a
dream he was surprised was about his own best friend. Since that day all
Michael could think about when he looked at him was the way he moaned in the
dream or the way his naked skin felt so smooth against Michael’s. He was
surprised it was even a dream given how real it all felt. But now his two year
dream can become a reality.
That’s right, Michael. It can. All you have to do is take him.
Michael has never stolen anything before he stole the money from his parents
last Tuesday. Exactly $30 for one measly little pill. Thankfully, it was
nowhere near the amount of money it cost for his Squip. The purchase of
Michael’s Squip felt like a decade ago. But only two short months ago, Michael
found himself on the internet - as always - playing World of Warcraft. An
online buddy mentioned the quantum pill. All it took was a quick deep web
search, and within three hours Michael had gathered enough money from his
decade’s worth of savings, went to the Menlo Mall’s second Payless, and bought
his very own Squip.
Last Tuesday was the second time in his short life he had to lie to his parents
about where he was going to buy an illegal pill. But this time, the pill is
actually a drug, not a quantum computer. It looked harmless enough, it’s a
short white pill. An almost stereotypical one if pills can even be stereotyped.
But you’d be surprised how far that seemingly harmless pill could go. Legally,
it’s known as Rohypnol, or Flunitrazepam if you want to get doctoral.
Illegally, it’s simply known as a roofie. 
Michel couldn’t bear the thought of date raping Jeremy. It’s horrible and wrong
and disgusting. He begged his Squip to understand and to help him find some
other way. Despite Michael’s protest to the drugging, his Squip said it was the
only way for him to get what he wanted.
“I can’t do this to anyone, let alone Jeremy!” Michael had said the night his
Squip suggested the idea.
Michael, this is the only way to have Jeremy. You’ll never be with him if you
don’t.
“There has to be another way! I know I’m not charming enough for him to fall
for, but maybe we can sabotage his advances on Christine? He’ll be so
heartbroken he’ll … Fall in love with me?”
Haha. Michael, listen to yourself! Do you really think Jeremy will change his
sexuality to be with you? His best friend? He sees you only on a platonic
level, and there is no possible chance he will ever love you romantically. Not
in this universe or any others, I would know considering I’ve checked myself.
Your chances with him any other way are slim to none. It’s simple. We buy the
drug, you invite him over this weekend, you offer him a drink, you place it in
his drink, and when he drinks it he’ll be a living vegetable so you can swoop
in and get your prize.
“My prize?! You make it sound like a game! And it’s not simple, it just sounds
simple to you because you’re a computer. You don’t feel any emotional
connection to Jeremy!”
Do you want Jeremy or not?
“O-Of course, I do. I love him.”
If you buy this pill, Michael. You can be with him like you’ve always wanted.
This is what led 16 year old Michael Mell to make his final decision. The next
day, he went, yet again, to Menlo Mall and bought the pill from a shady figure
in the parking lot behind the food court. The small cylinder burned a hole in
his pocket the entire ride home.
And a hole in his heart until Saturday night.
Jeremy texted Michael first, asking if he could come over to check out the
newest Apocalypse game. Michael had been dreading this night. Usually, Jeremy’s
weekly sleep over were the best part of the week. He was always excited to play
video games and talk about dorky things like how much money they want to have
one day and what girl they’d like to marry, though Michael had always been
lying when they talked about girls. Michael had never really considered dating
a girl in his life. He’d lie when his father asked if he had a crush on any at
school his whole life. For while, it felt like Michael wasn’t attracted to
anybody at all. It took him until he was 15 to understand that they only person
he ever wanted to be with was Jeremy.
Michael opened the new notification on his phone.
Player Two:  Heyy dood. You open for tonight? Wanna binge play the new APOC
game? :D
He wanted to vomit, how could he turn a night so seemingly innocent like this
into a scene so sinful? He wanted to reply with a no, tell him something came
up. Maybe that his mom was dragging him to the theater for whatever new opera
was in town. Instead, he gulped the fear down and texted back.
Michael: Yea! Doorz open as alwayz. Text when yur gettn close so I can set up
the Xbox.
Michael flopped his phone on the bed, nervous but also eerily excited.
Good job, Michael, for making sure he would text before he came. Now we’ll have
enough time to drop the pill in his drink and make sure it dissolves all the
way.
Michael cringed.
Within an hour, Jeremy was situated on his bean bag as usual, playing the
promised Apocalypse: Wrath of Mordor. Michael had already given him his drugged
drink. He couldn’t help but stare at the canned container every three seconds.
Knowing something so average secretly held something so disastrous made his
skin crawl.
Jeremy played the game for a painfully long time before he finally paused to
take his first drink. Michael made sure to put the pill in his favorite drink,
Root Beer, since he knew Jeremy would ask for it once he walked through the
door. For what felt like centuries, Jeremy played the game. His fingers tapping
and smashing the colorful buttons on his Xbox controller. His Squip said it
would take a while to begin physically affecting him, but God it was taking so
long. Finally, after over 15 minutes of playing, Jeremy rubbed at his eyes.
Upon opening them, Michael could see his eyes mist over and a hazy, confused
look spread across his face.
“M-Michael? What’s going on? My … gah … My head really hurts, man,” Jeremy said
through the haze.
“Just relax, Jer. Everything’s gonna feel better in a few seconds.”
Jeremy only shook his head in confusion. Before he could question Michael, he
slumped forward in his bean bag and was unable to hoist himself upright.
Michael knew it was finally time to act. His arms came around his middle to
lift the slowly sinking boy from the bean bag to his bed. Michael could feel
Jeremy fighting the fatigue, trying to push the stronger boy off.
“Dude, wha- ? Stop, Michael,” Jeremy pushed at Michael’s chest again.
Michael gave a sympathetic face, but quickly hid his guilt with a smile. He
tapped Jeremy’s chin lightly for his attention to focus on his face. Jeremy’s
eyes lit up, a stark contrast to the hazy ones he had before.  Jeremy pushed
again at Michael, this time more inpatient.
“Michael, it’s not … not funny,” Jeremy blinked away the haze, “Dude, I …”
Michael brought a finger up to his lips to shush Jeremy. He tried to ignore the
look of terror in Jeremy’s face when the realization hit him.
I know it doesn’t look like it, but he wants this, Michael. He secretly is
starting to fall for you. But you have to push him the rest of the way.
‘He … He really does? He wants this?’ Michael thought to his Squip. The Squip
took on a loving and sympathetic look, a look Michael wasn’t used to seeing. He
only ever saw the cold, demeaning stare he usually gave him. His Squip had come
to him in the form of Keanu Reeves for whatever reason. His smooth voice never
did match the heartless face the Squip bore.
Of course, just look at him.
Suddenly, Jeremy’s face did change. He no longer looked full of fear as he was
before. Now, he wore an almost aroused face, complete with parted lips and a
sweaty brow. His eyes, once fully alert, now are squinted in desire. A genuine,
guilt free smile spread across Michael’s face. Jeremy did look like he was
ready for this.
However, Michael doesn’t realize it’s just another trick his Squip easily
conjured. Similar to Optic Nerve Blocking, Optical and Auditory Illusions work
in quite a similar way. The Squip can block the real life look of Jeremy and
replace it with a more appealing visual. This way, Michael can more easily
comply and complete his task without being aware anything is wrong. Even
Jeremy’s cries will be translated into moans and laughs.
Michael slowly works his way onto Jeremy, his broader chest easily encasing
Jeremys’. One hand comes from behind Jeremy to stroke at his hair, the other
gently touching the soft skin on his cheek. Michael thought when this day would
come, he’d be too captured in nerves to even touch Jeremy like this. But it’s
all so easy now. ‘It must be the Squip helping me out,’ he thought. With the
one hand on his cheek, Michael brings Jeremy’s face closer to his and kisses
him. Jeremy’s lips feel like pillows against his. It’s better than anything
he’s ever experience before. Michael wished he could see himself now, eyes
closed and lips wrapped perfectly in Jeremy’s. It’d be just like the movies!
You’re doing great, Michael. I can tell by Jeremy’s arousal levels, he’s
enjoying this just as much as you are.
All lies, but the Squip knew he had to lie in order to get Michael to obey his
commands. The Squip assists Michael in smoothly releasing the kiss and begin to
undo Jeremy’s pants. At this point, Jeremy is starting to cry. He no longer has
enough strength to do much fighting, and his cries are so soft, it’s easy for
the Squip to replace them with something more encouraging for Michael.
To Michael, Jeremy starts to whimper. A low, aroused cry for him to continue.
Michael smirks to himself as he finishes pulling Jeremy’s pants past his knees.
After doing so, he takes a look back at his best friend. Pants past his knees,
shirt hiked just enough to see his hips, lips parted, and eyes swollen with a
lust Michael’s never even seen a porn star have before.
This is what you wanted, rightl?
Back to the present. To the here and now. Michael tries to shake the Squip’s
voice away, so he can focus on Jeremy’s aroused form. He can’t contain himself
much longer. A knot is already forming in his pants, his member creating a firm
form.
“Are you ready, Jer?” He asks.
“N-no,” Jeremy whimpers. Tears are already streaming down his face and his
voice is barely above a whisper.
Yes.
                                                                               
                                        
***** Part Two *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Michael Mell; a cute, half Filipino, button-nosed boy, walked down the
unfamiliar blue and white halls of Eisenhower Elementary School.  On your first
day of first grade, it’s not exactly the easy to find your classroom in a
school that seems like a castle. The bright yellow card he’d been given by the
office said ‘Mrs. Demski – Room 11’. The elderly woman behind the desk pointed
her wrinkled finger toward a branching hallway and Michel followed her without
another word.
Michael’s good at pretending he doesn’t talk. He’s good at following directions
and orders without a question asked. He walked down the seemingly endless
hallway. The hall was lined with big-kid lockers, colored blue with big locks
on the handles. He trotted down the hallway, peeking into each room. All of the
kids looked older and their rooms didn’t have the familiar cubbies in the back.
He knew these classrooms must be for the sixth and fifth graders.
Had the woman at the office pointed him in the wrong hallway? Maybe she thought
Michael was a big-kid. Michael couldn’t wrap his brain around the idea of
looking older than what he was. Michael had never been called a big-kid before
and the idea of being older was kind of scary. Nevertheless, he continued down
the hall until he came to an end. The hallway branched off in two paths, one
was a door outside to the playground and the other was another hallway, one
without big-kid lockers.
Michael assumed that this is where the younger kids learn. His daddy would call
that ‘using common sense’. Michael was told often that he didn’t have a whole
lot of it. So, to prove his daddy wrong, Michael walked down the new hallway.
He peeked into each room, seeing if any teacher looked like a Mrs. Demski.
Though; he wasn’t quite sure what a ‘Mrs. Demski’ would look like. Maybe she
looked like an older lady, like the one at the office. Or maybe she looked like
his mommy, young and pretty.
Michael must have been wandering the halls for nearly an hour when a woman
tapped his shoulder. Michael swiveled to look behind him and saw a nice looking
lady. Her hair was a deep orange and she had bright green eyes. She was wearing
a long blue and white striped skirt with a purple blouse on top. Michael could
tell she wasn’t wearing any of the stuff his mommy puts on her face in the
morning. But he thought she looked pretty without it.
“Hey, little guy. You must be Michael, right?” Asked the woman.
Michael nodded and smiled bright. This must be Mrs. Demski. Although he’s never
met a Mrs. Demski before, he’s glad this one is so pretty. Michael noticed that
behind her was a line of children that looked to be his age. They were lined up
next to the door that led to the playground. Michael used his common sense and
figured that they must be getting ready to have recess. Some children were
teetering back and forth, clearly anxious to get outside and play.
“Well, I’m Mrs. Demski, your teacher. We’re just about to head outside for
recess, I’m sure you’d like to join us,” she stated.
Michael nodded enthusiastically. Not only did he use his common sense
correctly, but he was getting ready to play outside! He’d gotten pretty bored
walking the halls all day. Mrs. Demski smiled and took Michael’s book bag,
saying she would keep it until they went back in after recess. Michael was sure
she didn’t want to put it away now because there was clearly more than two
dozen kids who were anxiously awaiting recess.
Mrs. Demski led Michael to the line of children and directed them to begin
heading to the playground. Immediately, the group pushed the door wide open and
ran to the playset. Michael was the last one out the door since he was the
furthest in line. He huffed when he got outside to see that every piece of
equipment was being used by children he didn’t know. He sulked over to a bench
nearing the end of the playground. He sat and stretched.
It isn’t long until someone is touching his knee. Michael looks up, having to
use his hand to block the sun. Standing before was a boy that must be in his
class. He had brown hair and lots of freckles covering his face. His bright
blue sweater was fraying at the bottom, that’s what happens when you pick at
your sweaters. Michael’s mommy used to get angry when he would ruin a shirt
because he pulled apart each thread. She said it was a nervous tick, but to
Michael he just found it entertaining.
“You’re …,” started the boy.
Michael waited for a response, but he fell silent. He had started to talk, then
completely shut down on himself. Michael swung his head to the side and looked
at the boy quizzically. The mysterious boy just looked down and he almost
started walking away before Michael jumped to his feet.
“Did I do something wrong?” Michael asked.
The boy stood in place and swiftly shook his head. But halfway through the
motion, he nodded briskly and looked away, ashamed. Michael’s brows furrowed.
“Oh, did I take your seat?” He asked.
The boy nodded again, this time less tense. Michael smiled and grabbed the
boys’ hand. The look on his classmates’ face told him he probably should’ve
asked if he could before he grabbed at him but Michael ignored the startled
look and guided him to the bench. He made the boy sit down with him at the same
time.
“Now,” Michael said, “Its our seat.”
Michael would never know that the boy seated next to him on a bench would be
his best friend. He would never know that he would rape his best friend. He
didn’t want to, he didn’t want to. Why did he do this? Now, Michael’s staring
down at a broken Jeremy. The Auditory and Optical Illusions are gone. The Squip
has fallen silent. Michael thought Jeremy was having fun. He thought his would
be magical and romantic and passionate. But below him is his crying best
friend. Jeremy doesn’t look like he did before. He’s crying and red and naked
and so scared.
‘Why would make me do this?’ Michael silently screams at his Squip. He doesn’t
get a response. He’s left to deal with Jeremy himself. Michael tries to regress
back to the illusion. He wants to go back to when Jeremy was happy and small
and they were still best friends and Michael hadn’t taken everything away from
him.
Michael avoids looking at the faded freckles on Jeremy’s face, no covered in
tears and sweat. He avoids looking at his bare skin, skin he wished he hadn’t
bruised and scarred. He avoids looking at his member, an organ he wished he
could’ve seen when he really lost his virginity. Not now. Not like this.
Michael’s run out of things to not look at. So, he’s forced to look Jeremy in
the face.
He’s still sobbing, hiccups manage to come out every few breathes and Michael
hates it because he knows it’s all his fault. He can’t blame the Squip anymore.
Was the damn thing even real? Did he really blow his life savings on a pill
that told him to rape his best friend? Did he really ruin his best friend’s
life by listening to it?
Michael brings his hands up to Jeremy’s face, and for the first time in his
life; Jeremy moves away. He bites the bullet and cups his hands around his face
anyway. Jeremy flinches under Michael’s touch. He uses his thumbs to wipe away
what tears he can. Jeremy won’t even look at him, his eyes are fixed somewhere
else.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Why did I do that? I-I’m horrible. Jeremy, what’s
wrong with me? W-Why did I …,” the word won’t come out.
Michael can’t accept what he’s done. He tries to bring Jeremy closer, to hold
him and apologize for a thousand years. But Jeremy juts suddenly and tries to
roll over. He can tell he has barely enough strength to roll over and vomit on
Michael’s carpet. Michael sits back on the bed, looking at the mess he’s made.
He lets Jeremy spill bile on the floor for another minute until he starts to
dry heave.
He can’t stand the silence and pain any longer and goes to retrieve a towel
from his closet. Thankfully, Jeremy’s done heaving when he gets back. He goes
to wipe away the mess on Jeremy’s face before cleaning the mess below him.
Jeremy cringes and tries to move away.
“Please, don’t touch me. Pl-please,” he says through tears.
“Jer –“
“I wanna go home. Please, I wanna go home,” Jeremy repeats the mantra until
he’s tired himself out and eventually falls asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     I hate this so much why did I do this to myself. I'm sorry but this
     will NOT have a happy ending, just letting you guys know.
***** Part Three *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Jeremy opens his eyes and all he sees his darkness. An ethereal, abysmal, pitch
black darkness. He feels his hand being outstretched and hitting the darkness
beneath him to pull himself up. But he doesn’t remember telling his brain to
perform the action. His body is unwillingly straightened and he’s standing
perfectly upright. Jeremy wants to look down at his feet, to see what they
could possibly be standing on, but his body is uncooperative.
Jeremy can only control his eyes, so he adjusts them to the depth of the
unfamiliar atmosphere. Despite being taught about depth perception and lighting
in physics, the room is seemingly endless. The darkness spreads and covers any
possible corners the room may have. Jeremy unwillingly takes a step forward.
“Hello?” He calls out.
Jeremy’s thankful he can still control his voice. It seems whatever power is
possessing him doesn’t have access to his throat. Jeremy desperately wants to
explore the world, to find a way out. But his muscles are taunt and won’t move
no matter how badly Jeremy wants them to. He hears a soft click from behind
him, his body turns around to face the noise.
Standing in the darkness, possibly twenty feet back, is Michael. He looks just
as Jeremy remembers: Soft, dark hair, short stature, white-washed jeans, red
hoodie, and thick, black framed glasses. Jeremy would smile if his body would
only allow it. Instead, he’s left staring dumbly at his best friend, who
appears only yards away. Although, that might just be what Jeremy’s mind is
telling him how far away Michael is. He could be lightyears away, or only
inches. The depth of the room makes it hard to tell.
No matter the distance, Jeremy can see Michael smile at him. Jeremy feels
warmness spread in his chest. That familiar, heartwarming feeling you get when
you notice your friend in a crowded room full of people you’ve never met
before. Jeremy’s anxiety washes away completely. He easily forgets the
frightening darkness around him when he notices Michael is okay. He wants to
run to him and hug him.
Suddenly, a loud voice rings in the darkness. It’s dark, deep, smooth tone is
almost comforting to Jeremy. Despite the room seeming to lack depth, the voice
doesn’t echo. It’s a straight, loud, monotone voice that doesn’t seem to be
addressing Jeremy.
Do you want him or not? The voice asks.
Jeremy can see Michael looking away. He looks like he’s scared of the voice,
the way he’s trying to hide his head in his shoulder gives it away. Michael’s
fingers twitch as he contemplates his answer. Jeremy goes to open his mouth to
ask Michael is he’s alright or to question the voice. But before coherint words
are formed, the voice bellows again.
Michael, do you want him or not?
This time, the voice is considerably louder, now yelling at Michael. Michael
flinches at the voice. If Jeremy were in control of his body, he’s sure he
would flinch, too. Michael stops fidgeting with his fingers and straightens his
head. It takes him a moment, but he eventually nods his answer to the voice.
Michael closes his eyes, as if preparing for something to happen. Jeremy’s
chest fills with dread.
“What’s going on, Michael?” Jeremy asks.
Michael must not hear him, or he pretends not to. Jeremy’s body looks to his
left, even the force controlling him is curious as to what Michael’s preparing
for. When his body is faced forwards again, Michael’s position has moved. Now
their noses are mere inches apart. Jeremy wants to shrink back in fear, the
sudden change of position startling him. Michael’s gaze is blank and devoid of
emotion, it’s a face Jeremy’s never seen before.
Before Jeremy can comprehend the situation, Michael’s hands are wrapped around
his throat. Jeremy’s body refuses to move or react in anyway. Jeremy wants to
bring his hands up to try to pry Michael’s hands off of his throat. He wants to
punch and kick Michael to get off of him. But his body, as always, stay
complacent. He coughs and chokes spit at Michael, who doesn’t even flinch.
It isn’t long before Jeremy feels his mind starting to warp away. He tries to
scream, but nothing can reach past Michael’s hands that are wrapped so tightly
around him. He doesn’t want to die. Not yet, not like this. He feels his eyes
roll in the back of his head, then the scene turns to white.
“Jer.”
Jeremy’s head is fogged and his arm hurts for some reason. He’s awake, but his
eyes and body won’t respond.
“Jeremy.”
Finally, Jeremy’s eyes open. His body awakes. His start so sudden, he nearly
falls off the chair. He looks around, noticing the familiar classroom. He’s
sitting in Physics class, people around him are leaving and placing chairs on
top of the desks. He looks at the clock at the top of the blackboard, it’s
already 2:30, school has ended for the day.
His arm is still throbbing, he looks to his side. Michael is tightly gripping
Jeremy’s arm, his knuckles nearly turning white. Once he notices Jeremy looking
at him, he quickly removes his hand. It’s Michael who takes Jeremy’s things and
stuffs them into his backpack. It’s Michael who places Jeremy’s chair on top of
the desk. It’s Michael who says goodbye to their teacher. It’s Michael who
drags Jeremy by the hand out of the building.
Jeremy’s not sure how it got to this point. He just lets Michael do whatever he
wants with him. It’s not like he can tell anyone what happened. If he does,
Michael will get in trouble. Or no one would believe him. He could stop talking
to Michael, he could call the police, tell his dad. But then he loses the only
friend he’s ever had.
The boys walk home from school to Michael’s house. They play video games for a
few hours, until about dinner time. They eat dinner with Michael’s parents, who
are delighted that Jeremy decided to join them for dinner. Although, Jeremy’s
never decided to do anything. After dinner, the Mell’s warn Michael that Jeremy
can only stay until ten at night if it’s a school night. Michael kisses his
mother goodnight and heads to the basement with Jeremy.
Jeremy will beg Michael if they can play more video games, anything to stop the
inevitable. Michael always denies and instead, forces himself on Jeremy. It’s
never as aggressive and painful as it was the first time, but Jeremy always
cries when they’re finished. It’s usually around nine or eight at this point,
so Michael walks Jeremy home. Michael makes a point of kissing Jeremy before
sending him inside. He never lets Jeremy in before pulling him in after the
kiss and whispering:
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Michael always has a huge grin on his face as Jeremy nods and walk into his
house. Jeremy knows he’ll see Michael again tomorrow.
And the day after that.
And the day after that.
Chapter End Notes
     Told you it wouldn't have a happy ending. Comment on it and tell me
     something maybe.
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