Mod W/O can't write for shit
Soft Squip smut is no bueno and I don't think softie and musical would never get along enough for sexy times in the same forty foot vicinity so more fLUFF GOD DAMMIT -Mod W/O "Y/n, of all the behavior you choose to display on such an act, I can't believe you decided that that was necessary." "Squip, I wasn't- I didn't mean- I was just—" "I don't want to hear it. You really are absolutely miserable. Fixing this is going to be easier said than done." You sat at home in bed, hugging your knees to your chest as you listened to your Squip rant as it paced around your room. It's blue eyes were blazing, holding back outrage as it searched for answers to fix the issue. "You completely embarrassed yourself, and what am I to do? Y/n, I'm not magic. I'm science. And no matter what, all I see in your future is failu--" suddenly, it was cut off. You looked up to see what seemed like an entirely new Squip, standing just next to your own. "Who," your Squip turned to look at you. "Is this?" "U-um.. I.." "y/n, you should have told me that you had another Squip. I would have accommodated sooner." You smiled sheepishly at the soft pastel hues as this new Squip drifted over, sitting by your side. "Don't be embarrassed. It was a mistake. And that's what I'm here for." "I don't know what has happened, but I want this Squip out. Now, y/n." Your Squip was practically shaking, and you felt your heart quicken at the sight. It's voice was even distorted, and it knew you hated that. You hated it so much. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders softly, looking up to see the pastel Squip was glaring at your original. "Look. As much as you hate our circumstances, I am not leaving y/n in the care of someone as.. despicable as you." "Despicable?! I'm going to improve y/n's life!" "Do you see what you're doing to them?! They're terrified!" "Their fear will only make them stronger. It's about time, anyways." You shrunk back into the Squip's soft embrace, squeezing your eyes shut. They felt so warm, and so soft. That's what you'd call them. Softie. They sighed, hugging you closer and ignoring your original Squip until they relaxed. "Even still. No matter what, I'm trying to improve y/n's life.. softie. Don't get in the way of that." "I understand." "Good." "I'll only comply, however, if you promise not to hurt y/n anymore." "You're joking." "False." "Fine. I won't hurt y/n. Intentionally." "I guess that's only the most you can really do." Everything was both better and a bit worse after that. You almost always had a constant headache due to the Squips arguing, but it was good that you felt extremely safe with the both of them after that. They were both just trying to help, and they did just that. It was nice. Wonderful, even. Everything seemed to be going a lot better. "I'm seeing an incredible improvement in your average mood, y/n. I'm glad to be of help." "Oh.. yeah, thank you.." "I'm glad to see you're happy, too." You all sat on the couch, you leaning against softie and your original Squip leaning on you just slightly. They were both so warm and cozy. You sighed happily, closing your eyes. You could hear your Squips softly murmuring to each other, passive aggressive words echoing in your mind as you lazily traced your hands on softie's arm, feeling your original Squip press up against you defensively. However, soon everything was quiet as both your Squips watched you sleep, their chests rising and falling in sync with your own. They couldn't help but look up at each other and smile, because no matter how much they despised each other, they loved you.
