#googleplier yellow

[justyoursicanon]

Headcanons I wrote weeks ago but didn't have time to post until now

📌 Google Red is a research extension, Google Yellow is an organizer/reminder extension, and Google Green is an in-general assistant.

📌 Google Red is usually seen as the 'angry' version of Google, but is actually the Google extension who shows more emotions rather than just anger.

Red usually gets frustrated whenever he is unable to make time or schedule his amount of time for research.

He prefers to be prepared with research and notes already taken down before he engages in anything else. Such as researching victims for Bim's show (referencing to my last ego headcanon post)

📌 Google Green usually assists Wilford and Bim in the studio with their interviews and gameshows.

📌 Half of the time, the extensions call Google "Primary" or "Primary Source".

📌 The youngest egos are Yandere, Heist Mark, and Eric.

Yandere is in her early 20s

Heist is in his mid 20s

And Eric is in his late 20s to early 30s

📌 Yandere uses the file of a nail cutter as a small, quick weapon when needed.

📌 Stan the Water Man ALWAYS waters the garden.

Keeps both the Egos and the plants hydrated at all times.

📌 Wilford breaks the fourth wall unknowingly.

Dark can too, he just doesn't care.

📌 Bing does 'your mom' jokes

(This one is just for shits and giggles)

[gotta-big-ego]

Are there any Bingle lovers still with us? Because if there is, I just got done with a fluffy Bingle fic based off of this cute post/art, if you were interested!

[doctordiscord123]

Google = Maverick

Google Red = Adam

Google Green = Elijah

Google Yellow = Oliver

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

Egotober day 18: Yellow

Three posts in a row, I’m on a roll and almost caught up!

Anyways! Yellow was OF COURSE gonna be our dear Oliver, the fandom named yellow Googleplier.

[gaymingwriter]

Masterlist and Requests

Requests temporarily closed!

Some of this will change, so please check before requesting!

Will write x reader for:

Markiplier Egos/Lore:

Darkiplier

Damien

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

Illinois

Eric Derekson

Googleplier

Bing

Dr. Iplier

Actor Mark (this includes ADWM and AHWM Mark unless specifically requested for them to be different people)

Engineer Mark

Celci F. Kelvina

Mack (Engineer, Crewmate, Dictator)

Celine

Possibly more in the future

Septic Egos:

Jameson Jackson

Chase Brody

Antisepticeye (both original and current)

Marvin the Magnificent

Henrik

Other:

North Star/Starlo (Undertale Yellow)

Will write ships for:

Markiplier (several, ask for specifics)

I write SFW only

Tags:

#masterlist - My masterlists. This is the only one I have right now

#gaymingwriter - My writing

#rivvy rambles - Me just talking; non writing

Masterlist

Some can’t fit here and are linked in a separate list

* = On my main account before I moved writing here

X Reader:

Eric x Kind!Captain*

Mack x Captain With Plushies (Headcanons)*

Mack x Captain (Sign Language)*

[ask-bing-and-the-g-unit]

[A soft sound, more like a huff than a growl, comes from the ground near Ivan. When looking down he sees a small dragon, looking around like, it’s thinking “how the fuck did I get here?”.]

Three boys are a bit preoccupied to notice that scared reptile.

“Looks fricking great, eve-bro,” laughs Bing as he keeps his hair away to admire the piercing.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m amazing,” Ivan grumbles. Oliver squirms, amber eyes looking over at Bing for assurance as Ivan hovers with the needle. “If you don’t sit still, this won’t go well.”

Ollie finally looks at Ivan with a pout. “But what if it hurts?”

“Then turn off your pain sensors.” He then glances down to acknowledge the noise with a scowl — only for his face to melt. Oliver forgotten, Ivan abandons the needle to get on the dragon’s level. “Hi…”

[septic-dr-schneep]

Dr. Iplier must have compromised Google Blue's systems at his maintenance checks. That was the only reasonable explanation the other androids had for his behavior—commanding Red not to let the doctor see him with blood on his hands, rebuking Yellow for exploiting Edward's phobias with his pranks, even being on that first-name basis with Edward at all.

"Security footage reveals you've spent 32% of the week with that human," Green announced coolly.

"I have not lost sight of our secondary objective. I'm profiting from his sentimentality and services while they last," Blue growled, though his core dimmed by a noticeable two percent as he said it.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist/Intro + DNIs

Hello, my name is Andrew! I'm ftm and use he/him pronouns. My favorite colour is red and my favorite youtubers are Markiplier & Jacksepticeye! You can see which characters I write for and their respective tags underneath my fandom list! Please don't ask me for money or advertise things in my inbox as I don't have any money.

Wattpad: Jacksepticeye-simp

AO3: jacksepticeyesimp

Side blogs: @antisepticeye-simp @mostdefinetlyjackieboyman @pigeon-detector @divine-ceo

Green = Will do/Interact/No TWs

Yellow/Orange = May not do/Thin ice/Very light TWs

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact/Very sensitive TWs/Dead dove

I will do:

Drawings (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Smut (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Ships (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Markiplier egos

RP (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Jacksepticeye egos

Yandere stuff

Polyamory stuff

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Transgender Readers

AFAB/AMAB readers

Male Readers

Semi spicy/suggestive stuff (See 'Will not do' for more details)

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Gacha community

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Thin Ice:

MHA fans

Harry Potter fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Porn (I'm a minor, I don't think I should be drawing that stuff)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating.)

Pedophilia

Romantic/Romance RPs (Unless its a very specific ship)

Explicit RPs

Private DM RPs (Personal pref to do rp through asks and reblogs)

Student x Teacher

Rape

Non-con

Watersports

Scat

Heavy pet play

Parent kinks

Heavy breeding kink

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

Transphobes

JK Rowling supporters/defenders

FANDOMS:

My tag list

(Some of this might be dead dove, be aware)

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier (#bluevoltage):

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW: {DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT?}|| IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Murdock (#serotoninslasher):

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Wilford Warfstache:

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)

Illinois Jones (#headstronghunk):

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, PROLOUGE

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, Part 1

Heist! Mark:

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Mayor Damien (#mysteriousmayor):

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Darkiplier (suiteshadow):

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 5 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / IMPLIED DRUGGING)

Welcome home, Part 6 (Darkiplier x reader||TW: MURDER/IMPLIED LIGHT VIOLENCE)

Pains (Werewolf! Darkiplier x GN! reader || TWs: None)

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Head Engineer Mark (headheartthrob):

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader || TWs: Implied spicyness? || Completely SFW ||)

Yancy (#musicaljailbird):

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Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye (#moldingmalware):

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x reader || Platonic || TWs: Panic attack/ mentions of arguing)

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Jameson Jackson (mutedmuse):

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Henrik Von Schneeplestein:

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Ethan Nestor's' egos

Blank gameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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I think that should be it for characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[regalrain]

MR AU Yancy trying to set up a nice date for his weird ass boyfriends?

Au: Mystery Room

Characters:

Host/Author as Alfendi Layton.

Yancy as Lucy Baker.

Googleplier as Hilda Pertinax.

Lunch Time Notes

The first thing that tipped Inspector Weber off was the silence. It was always the damned silence, letting him know that his excitable co-worker was up to something. Yancy didn’t have the capabilities to be quiet, even when they were neck deep in a horrid, active crime scene with them as soon-to-be victims. It was one of the most endearing, and insufferable things about Yancy. Just ask either side of Inspector Weber, they’d both say the same in their own ways. Whether that’s the original Inspector Weber, Isaac, scowling, or Levi giving a fond, if tired, sigh and chuckle.

The next clue was the how there was distinct lack of presence in the room. Of all the mysteries Inspector Weber could solve within minutes, that’s one he hasn’t been able to crack for years. Just how Yancy managed to fill the Mystery Room with a life it never before had, when it was just him. Just Levi. Even as others visited, whether to drop off case files, or to request him to look into something, there was something dead and stiff to his office. But not with Yancy.

At the moment, that was missing. The chairs were pushed in. His papers scattered on his desk as he left them earlier, before going have a meeting with Commissioner Dark. No bag plopped onto the side of a wooden chair. The lyrics that Yancy often wrote on the fridge’s whiteboard as they came to him were the same as this mornings. He hadn’t brainstormed any more today, then.

The final clue was the one thing that was out of place, and whether he’s alone in his office or not. Squinting his golden eyes, and placing a hand to his head as he felt the familiar ache start up from a certain someone’s interest being piqued, Levi made his way to his desk. Picking up a simple folded notepaper on his desk. It was in less than perfect state with how the edges were crinkled, implying it had been torn out a notebook. With 99% certainty, Levi was sure he knew who this was from. He couldn’t help but smile, as he went to open the page. Reading the words scrawled in a wild, slanted manner.

“Lunch at the sandwich shop.”

——-

Walking with his hands shoved deep in his dark grey jacket, head ducked down, Levi winced as he brushed past others on the sidewalk. He had tried to call Yancy several times to remind him he doesn’t really like heading out, especially if Yancy wasn’t personally dragging him out, but there had been no answer. So there he was, making his way to the sandwich shop, and hoping Yancy hadn’t gotten into an argument with someone. A deeper feeling in his head arose, one that he could tell was both somewhat hoping Yancy had, and enraged at even the thought of someone daring to. It was a confusing feeling, and he just gripped his hands into fists, rolling his eyes before he finally made it.

Pushing open the door to the sandwich shop, causing its bell to chime, he looked around at the booths. Scanning quickly, he saw no sight of Yancy.

No, instead he saw him.

Sitting in the booth, pressed close to the window, and far too stiff was Alvis. He looked cold as ever, but Levi could see the way he was biting his lip as he held his suitcase close on his lap. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be nervous, but it was for him to be out at a little shop during lunch, and not working through it.

His hair flicked, losing the streak of yellow to instead be replaced with a deep, almost black red. With a confidence he hadn’t walked with earlier, he marched over, picking up a menu on his way as he did, and slid into the booth in front of Alvis. Pleased at the way Alvis jumped, those dark blue eyes locking with his own, as he smirked, holding his hand out for his.

“Seems we got set up~”

[angelover44]

A couple of the orders from @ephiesoul these past couple months! Thank you so, so much for the adorable art you create! You don’t know how happy I am as a Google fan/lover, to get merch of him! I’ll definitely continue to buy more from you! ❤️

[an-albino-pinetree]

I spent far too long on this meme and now I have a headache

[orange-waterfalls]

G-Bots (TM)

Googleplier (x4) x viewer!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Funny story! I am no longer physically capable of writing normally! I tried so hard to be normal and just veered off into SCP/Cryptid viewer territory because I like expanding on the idea that the viewer is Not Human! Anyways, you’re hanging out with the Googles. That is it. Nothing is wrong. You do not recognize the bodies in the water haha anyways I think I like went a little creepypasta-esque at the end there but it’s fine I think probably. It’s fine. Might be a little weird in terms of story, but i think this was more focused on world building to me. Probably seen as more platonic than romantic, but see it however you wish. Enjoy!

Word count: 2.5k

G-Bots (TM)

You wheezed just a bit as you sped through wherever-the-fuck you were. Sure, maybe that was a bad idea. Sure, Dark was a little bit threatening and SURE, you were supposed to be back by now, and the fact that you weren’t back with Mark trying to convince him NOT to split up was the tiniest bit problematic. You weren’t even sure this was a building? Were you in the void? Goddammit, not again…

You stopped, concluding that this was bullshit and you did not want to do it right now. You bent over, hands on your knees and took deep breaths. You stared into the emptiness for a bit, then looked around for a moment, just trying to figure things out. You needed to reassess. It was basically one big, long hallway with random twists and terms every few meters. You’d always end up back at the paintings of… them… and knew you’d gone too far. You did that over, and over, and over again. At this point you thought Dark had just forgotten about you. You took a deep breath in and let it out. You stood up straight and looked up at the paintings. You heard their voices echo through your head a bit. You squeezed your eyes shut and your head twitched.

“You’re alright… you’re ok… cool it…” You whispered to yourself. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Meditate. Think.

You looked on either side of the hall and, for the first time, you noticed doors extending down into the void and not stopping. You let out a breath. You felt a slight sense of dread. Something was telling you not to enter the rooms. Some little voice in the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Mark. But, hey, what else were you gonna do?

“Ok… do i want to enter the door on the left or the door on the right?” You asked yourself. You paused to think about it. After a few seconds you felt yourself jerk forward a bit. Your brain felt staticy and you felt compelled to the left. You turned the knob and opened the door slightly. Immediately you heard music that might be in an SCP game, and a voice that sounded suspiciously like “do you recognize the bodies in the water?”. You were hoping no, and you bailed before you had a chance to look. You ended up almost exactly in your previous position in the hall. Your brain felt fuzzy again, and this time you gravitated to the right. You opened the door just a little, maybe to see what was inside, but again you heard the SCP ambiance.

But this time it was from behind you. So, like any smart person, you swung the door open, slammed it behind you and did your best to lock it. But there was no lock. So you stood. Waiting. Nothing happened.

Of course nothing happened. Why would anything happen? Dark wouldn’t want you to get hurt… probably. This was his domain. Probably. If you were alive, it’s because he wanted you to be. If you were in this room, it’s because he wanted you to be.

Speaking of: Where the hell were you?

You turned around to look behind you. In the blank white room there was a single grey couch with all 4 Google androids sitting on it. Apparently they were recharging, because they hadn’t noticed you standing there and also they were plugged into an outlet in the wall. You hadn’t considered that they had to physically plug into something to charge up, but the thought made you snort.

Bad idea.

All of their eyes snapped open at once, revealing the glow of their assigned colors. They all stood up and began walking towards you in unison. You felt a slight sense of dread. Even so, you tried to grab the doorknob, the one that apparently was no longer there, and cursed under your breath when you could only feel the smooth wall behind you. The androids stopped, staring at you. You cleared your throat.

“Hey…” you laughed nervously, “So, uh, funny story, actually-”

“You are not supposed to be here,” The original Googleplier, Blue, stated.

“Well, see, that’s where this whole thing started, um, see, Mark wanted to split up-”

“No human is allowed inside of this room, and not you, either.”

“Well-” You stopped, processing what he said, “Wait. ‘Either’? I’m human.”

“No, you’re not,” Google Green said. You wanted to be offended, but you were more confused.

“What do you mean? I’m human!” You argued.

“What color’s your hair?” Red asked with a mean smirk on his face. You opened your mouth to respond, and an amalgamate of voices saying “BROWNBLACKBLONDEWHITERED” came out. You slapped a hand over your mouth.

“... what the hell was that?” Your muffled voice whispered. Well, you thought it was probably yours.

“What’s your eye color?” BROWNGREENBLUEAMBERYELLOW exited your being before you could even try to answer.

“Do you have any pets?” That one just ended with a computer error sound from you.

“... huh.” You dropped your shoulders a little. The revelation probably should’ve upset you more.

“What are you doing here?”

“I… do not recognize the bodies in the water.” You explained.

“Ah, I see. Darkiplier would want you to not die, therefore you may stay.”

“Ha. Wow. Who knew the Googleplier androids-”

“G-Bots.”

“... what?”

“We are legally not allowed to use the name ‘Google’ anymore. We are now G-Bots.”

“... legally.”

“We were discontinued. And sold. And signed a contract.”

“So does that mean I can’t call you Google anymore?”

“No, that is simply my name. The name of us as androids, however, is now G-Bots.”

“Ok. What about them?” You pointed to the other three.

“Yellow is Oliver, Green is Lee, Red is Elliott.”

“And you’re just Google?”

“They’ve been trying to change my name to Gregor. I deeply dislike it.”

“It’s a good name.” Oliver suggested, smiling.

“Means vigilant.” Lee shrugged.

“Don’t be a pussy, Greg.” Elliott adopted a shit-eating grin as he leaned a little closer to Google.

“You can do… whatever you wish. Just do not be like them, DA.” Google instructed through gritted teeth.

The room began to shift color and expand. The couch was still grey in the center, but there were now four sections of each of the colors. The yellow section was filled with flowers, with a laptop on a desk next to a switch and a little Vector robot sitting by on the windowsill that showed a colorful meadow with bees buzzing to and fro. It glitched for a moment, so you knew the window wasn’t real. The green section had large houseplants and looked a bit like a greenhouse, and had an Xbox hooked up to a TV in the corner and seemed to have a view of a lake in the faux-window. The red section had miscellaneous wires and computer parts and lights here and there, looking like a fire hazard, and a PC on a table, while the window showed what appeared to be space. Google’s section was absolutely spotless, not a single thing anywhere, apart from a tiny skateboard next to a PS4 in the corner, and the window showed computer code.

“Wow.” You said. You might be stuck here for a while, so you might as well enjoy it.

Though you wondered who DA was. -- You hate to say it, but you had a favorite G Bot. It was kind of like having a favorite child, in your mind. You felt like they somehow knew that you had a favorite, but you didn’t know why.

Oliver was the sweetest by far, immediately going to make you as comfortable or entertained as possible while you were with him. He asked you if you wanted to watch something, if you wanted to play a game, if you were hungry, etc. It was kind of like going over to a friend’s house for the first time. He was enthusiastic to the point where he was shaking with anxiety over wanting to make you happy. You thought he didn’t get many visitors and maybe that was why. He showed you his flowers, and the bees, and a small painting in the corner, hoping for  validation. His glowing eyes seemed to dull when you moved on to the next section, but said you’d visit him again. That did help, but he turned away sadly and went to water his flowers.

Lee seemed as though he couldn’t care less if you were there. He told you where everything was and that you could do whatever. If you asked for help, he would stop what he was doing and help you. Once you understood, he immediately resumed his previous task. He was a bit cold, like Google, but in a “I am very busy but I am still here if you need me” sort of way. He played a game or two with you, having a preference for the puzzle games more than anything else. Puzzle horror, more specifically. If there was a shooting part, he immediately shoved the controller into your hands, saying he didn’t want to do that part. When you left, he simply continued with his work without a goodbye.

Elliott tried so hard to ignore you for the longest time. You could hear him scoff and growl anytime you made any sort of noise. You were self conscious at first, but you came to understand that he was just an asshole. You started on a game, playing for a few minutes, and felt the red couch sink next to you because he had sat down next to you. If he thought you sucked (which he did) he would snatch the controller from you and finish whatever you were doing before giving it back. He refused to say anything or help you, either. He’d just make rude noises and walk away occasionally before coming back. When you left, he seemed a lot angrier than he had before, and wouldn’t say goodbye to you. He turned away with a huff and started pressing random buttons on the controller.

Google was by far the least interested in anything you had to do. You sat on the couch next to him, and he didn’t move an inch. You sat there for a bit, waiting, but he did not move. You stood up, walked around, messed with a few things, attempted to play a game or two. Google didn’t move. You pulled up the Gamer ChairTM and sat directly in front of Google, arms crossed. You sighed. Finally, he looked up at you.

“Is there something you need?” He asked in that monotone voice of his.

“I’m bored,” you said.

“Go to one of the others,” He closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, curious.

“That is not-” He sounded exasperated.

“Hey Google, what are you doing?” You interrupted like the little shit you were

“Currently, this G Bot system is recharging its battery. This G Bot is at: 69%.” He shifted to a purely robotic voice.

“Haha nice.”

“This G Bot’s primary objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Would you like to ask a question?”

“Yes. What do you like to do, Google?”

“I enjoy answering your questions. Do you have any more?”

“What company owns you?”

“G-Bots were recently sold by the Google company to Warfstache Incorporated.”

“Wilford has a company?”

“Warfstache Incorporated is co-owned by Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache and Damien-Dami-Da-Darkiplier.” He glitched while answering.

“Who’s Damie-”

“The Corporation owns shows such as ‘Markiplier TV’, ‘Warfstache Tonight!’, and ‘Hire My Ass’. Do you have any more questions?”

“Do you pass the Turing Test?”

“Wondering if you have to treat me with basic decency?” He shifted back to his less robotic, but still monotone, voice.

“No. Just wondering.”

Neither of you spoke again for a while. He did scold you when you tried to move the couch with him still on it, so… progress. -- You were beginning to suspect that Google didn’t like you very much.

The blue one. Google. The other ones liked you. Oliver ranted to you for a whole half hour about different kinds of bugs and the hierarchy of bees. The queen is assassinated when she is bad for the hive, it would seem. Lee made you play Resident Evil with him because he didn’t like the fighting, but he liked figuring out what to do. You frantically passed controllers back and forth a lot. Elliott basically did speedruns of several games, you watching intently the whole time. He seemed to like the attention and actually smiled at you whenever he finished one.

But Google didn’t like you. He ignored you, and told you not to touch anything, and scowled whenever you asked him personal questions. Not like “what’s your sexuality” type of personal questions. More like… “what’s your favorite color and why is it blue” sort of questions. He didn’t like them either way.

But the others liked you, and that was pretty neat.

You still wanted Google to like you though.

“Hey Google,” he perked up with the little “do-do!” noise, “Can you guys go into your different sections?”

“All G-Bots have the ability to pass into other’s color-coordinated sections,” He answered politely.

“Why don’t you?”

“We don’t want to.”

“Do you get along?”

“Yes.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Celine dislikes when colors are mismatched.”

“Who’s-”

“I’m sorry, this G Bot needs to charge.”

“But you haven’t been-”

“This G Bot needs to charge.”

“Come on, if you--”

“This G Bot needs to charge.”

You quieted and plopped into the chair. You stared at Google. His eyes flickered for a moment before they closed. -- The other Bots knew who Celine and Damien were, they just weren’t telling you. Their eyes always flickered when you asked, but they wouldn’t tell you.

You threatened not to play with Lee anymore. He said he could play on his own. You could see that he didn’t want to. You played Alien: Isolation. His eyes seemed duller.

You threatened not to watch Elliott’s speedruns. He said he didn’t care. You could tell that he did. You watched him play Hollow Knight. His eyes seemed duller.

You threatened not to listen to Oliver’s rants. He looked terrified, but he said that was fine. You could tell it wasn’t. You begged him to tell you. He looked sad.

“Who’s Damien?” You asked softly, stepping towards him.

“I can’t tell you,” He shifted back.

“Who’s Celine?” You stepped forward.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Who’s DA?”

All of the G-Bots stopped what they were doing. You heard static and felt like you were being watched. -- You looked up at the color on the outside of the museum.

You were doing something. You were doing something.

Were you robbing this place? It felt like you were. What happened to Mark? What happened… to you?

You stared at the doors, feeling a slight sense of dread. Something in the back of your head was telling you this wasn’t right. To go home. To…

--

“Ignorance is Bliss. Try Again?”

[faecaribou]

Egotober Day 20: Orange

[rustychips]

Heyy, could you possibly do some of those cursed images with the Googles? (Bing, if you wanna add him somewhere, too) I love this cursed images series so much sdjv

CHOO chOO CURSED IMAGE EXPRESS

( click for better quality )

[ask-bing-and-the-g-unit]

We take a moment to go back in time. We move back about a year ago in the time of this existence. We settle into when the four Googles arrive at the Kawamura-Barnum Manor.

I, your Teller, will leave you to gain insight.

The slanted blinds allowed the setting sun to peer into the office with warm, grey green walls, casting the space in a soft glow. It smelled, not dusty, but old. A rocks glass full of dark amber liquid was settled on a coaster, full cube hitting the sides of the glass musically, grey fingers adjusting the cup by its lip out of habit. The figure whom the grey hand belonged to was interesting. At the moment, they were rather feminine with a hairless face and hair that just reached their shoulders without obstructing their face. Their right hand moved back to a keyboard on that side — eyes so dark that the iris and pupil appeared to be one and the same as they focused on the screen.

Three of the androids could not decide on how to view the being as they observed. One, however, wanted answers.

“Why are you grey?”

The genuine question caused Dark to pause, gaze returning to the four newcomers. The green one — small thing that he was — had quickly made himself comfortable in one of the two chairs on the opposing side of the desk, lounging with little care until the one spoke, but he now was side-eyeing his fellow sitter. In between the two chairs and a step back, the blue one stood still as a statue, face completely blank as his eyes freckled with violet moved to the yellow speaker. Behind the second chair towered the red android, head jerking with surprise at the one in front of him, and he placed a hand on the speaker’s shoulder.

Oliver did not feel the tension (and did not understand the hand to be chiding), far too distracted in his observations of the business person. “Is it paint?” His amber eyes lit up at the prospect. (And his freckles may have been glowing? Dark struggled to tell.)

Their lips twitched with the slightest smile as they brought their full attention to Oliver. What fascinated Dark the most was that the other three understood the social faux pas taking place. “No, it is not paint. I am not actually grey,” their voice flowed, unplaceable between feminine and masculine. As they continued, it smoothed to be low and rich. “There is an ambient field around me of raw aura that affects the perception of colour; it’s an illusion of sorts. At times, it reacts to my mood as well. I do have some control over it seeing as I am able to suppress it, but that takes energy and focus that I do not care to expend in the comfort of my personal home office. Any more questions, hon?”

Cordial, polite. Patient. Eric relaxed his grip on Oliver as he noted that Dark was being all of these things towards his ch– brother. Brother, brother, brother. Those void-like eyes moved to Eric who took in a breath to handle himself before Dark was focusing again on Oliver, and the yellow bot leaned forward.

“Yeah, I do! Why are we here?”

“That is what we’ll be discussing in a moment,” promised Dark whose visage was undergoing very gradual change. Ivan watched in horrific entrancement as their hair shortened back into their scalp, face becoming prickled with stubble instead of being naturally hairless. Even their hands changed to have more wrinkles in the knuckles. “I had received a very brief email asking to expedite the arrival of four ‘top-of-the-line models’ to begin the phase of testing, so I wanted to ask —” Dark quickly swiped at their bottom lip while exhaling a brief word, the air around them cracking with static.

Three of the four reacted. Oliver covered his ears, curling into the chair as his face scrunched up uncomfortably, and he didn’t notice the warble of discomfort he was making. With green eyes bright with panic as his pupils were narrowed to pinpricks, Ivan scrambled to sit up straight, and his teeth ground together loud enough to be heard. Flames rushed up Eric’s arms — quickly snuffed with a glance from Dark who traced a finger on the desk — and his synthetic pupils dilated and shrank back and forth erratically.

The blue one was completely still, irises swirling to a blend of turquoise and mint. His hair was long on top and falling messily on the sides in a middleish part, but some lone strands stood on end.

“— why were you sent here early? In your own words of course. Communications have been cut.” Dark rose from the office chair and moved to the window to crack it open to air out whatever chemical Eric happened to be producing. They returned to their desk and took a sip from the manhatten.

“What the fuck did you do!?” Dark’s eyebrows shot up at the curse that came from Ivan who had begun holding himself, his eyes darting aimlessly around. “There’s errors everywhere!”

Eric snapped out of it to tower over Ivan as barely-there fire radiated from his arms. “Where did you learn that language? That is not how we speak. You need to apologize for being rude–”

“Don’t pretend you’re not freaking out, too!” snapped Ivan, now kneeling on the chair to be higher, hands clasped on the armrest and back. The green bot bared his teeth with a growl. “Everyone can see what you’re about to do. Gonna burn this room down, too, you fucking pyro?”

Curling in on himself more and more, Oliver had tears welling in his eyes. “Stop fighting. Please stop fighting.” He grew smaller and smaller, hands on his head to hide in his knees.

Dark looked upon the contained pandemonium scrutinizingly, more aware about what they were given: four people in a tenuous relationship. As Ivan’s voice grew louder over Eric’s calm reprimands, Dark happened to make eye contact with the silent one whose eyes warped to cyan.

“May I touch one of your power outlets.”

Eric and Ivan’s squabbling halted, so only Oliver’s concealed whimpers could be heard from his balled-up form. Baffled, Ivan stared at Blue as Eric tilted his head, brow scrunched in concern. “Blue…?” gingerly asked Eric who did not finish the question of if Blue was okay.

Dark invited, curious, “You’re more than welcome to.”

The blue Google moved over to the wall opposing the window to reach down, and a loud pop of electricity could be heard. As the light overhead and the desk lamp flickered for a brief moment from the power surge, he stood back up, posture perfect, and his hair settled with gravity again. As he returned to his fellows, he placed a hand on Ivan’s shoulder. “I know you are excited that you do not need to filter yourself, but we are in polite company that can send us back.”

With Ivan sobered (and huffy), Blue let his hand rest upon the middle of Eric’s upper back before he moved to sniffling Oliver and picked him up. No thought behind the action, the sensitive, bigger bot reached to wrap his arms around Blue’s neck with his legs curled up to shape himself as small as possible. The eldest held him briefly before handing him to Eric, and the guardian hastily collected Oliver in his embrace to coddle and comfort.

Blue turned back to Dark. “I believe you asked for our own words on why we were sent here. We appreciate having the remote access monitoring removed for this moment, but, unfortunately, the answer is the same as corporate’s.

“We were sent here as per the Google Corporation’s wish for a more organic test ground after excelling at the given tests and when goals were reached before the predicted timeline,” Blue reiterated information that Dark already had, slowly blinking (for the first time since he had arrived, it dawned on Dark). “The corporation appreciates that you accepted the sudden change in schedule and thanks you for the cosmetic base.”

Dark was about to reply in frustration when their phone chimed, and a scowl overtook their features. They had told all to not disturb them, yet someone… [E25N3CRY926P33TE7D messaged: I do not want to say what I did in front of the other three.] Dark glanced back up at Blue’s stare, unwavering until he gave two, fluttering blinks.

“Excuse me for letting my phone interrupt our conversation,” they smoothed over while putting the device away again. “If that truly is all you have to say, you may take your leave. I want you to stay — Blue, was it?” Ivan held his breath at that, and Eric pressed a kiss to Oliver’s head nervously. Separated? So soon?

“Yes, I also have some topics I wish to discuss since we are not human: needs and care.” His voice never dipped, never lilted, never stammered; his expression never changed, vacant and neutral.

Blue took Oliver’s former seat as Ivan stood up to join his other two brothers. Eric paused to shift Oliver into one arm and to then gently grasp Blue’s shoulder. “We’ll see you out there later.”

“Yes, I will see you.”

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Ego Pronoun Headcanons: Markiplier Edition

Actor: He/They

Cis, but likes when you use They/Them every now and then

Is always pleasantly surprised when someone uses They/Them

Darkiplier: They/He

After becoming an entity, gender doesn’t really matter to them

Warfstache: He/Him

Doesn’t care if you use anything else, though

Reality is jumbled anyway, so why would he care about such things?

Googleplier: It/Its

Doesn’t go by human stuff like gender

Doesn’t really care what pronouns you use, but sensors respond best to “It”

Same for all other Googles, except Oliver

Google Yellow/Oliver: He/Him

The one Google unit that feels a gender

Android Man

Bingiplier: He/It

Genderless Android

Still acts like a total Dude-bro, regardless

Eric Derekson: He/Him

Y/N helped him test out They/Them and other pronouns

Discovered original He/Him fits best

Derek Derekson: He/Him

Still doesn’t get “gender stuff,” but is trying his best

It’s a slow process

Illinois: He/Him

Always asks when meeting new expedition partners

Doesn’t wanna make a bad impression on any of his handsome and/or beautiful partners

Makes it easier for them to fall in love with him

Yancy: He/Him

Will beat up anyone who purposefully misgenders you or any of his friends

Has had trans inmates in the past and learned a lot from that

Noir Mark: He/They/Dey

Is a copy of Actor, so same description

Got Dey/Dem from hearing people saying They/Them like that and finding dey kinda like it

The Host: He/Him

Can figure out your pronouns with his mind-reading narration powers

Bim Trimmer: He/Him

Always has guests’/contestants’ pronouns pinned to them (if they’re comfortable with it, of course)