#lee!googleplier

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Not Standard Protocol ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

I feel like there ain’t a lotta love for our blue boi google so imma give him some fluff cuz i feel like he’s a lil underappreciated (plez just roll with, this is just blue boi btw so i guess it’s pre-update) AND HAVE MORE DOC IPLIER CUZ I LOVE HIS SARKY ASS

You may not think that a robotic being in human form and a traditional man in the medical profession would get on, due to how someone like Google exists you might assume that someone like Dr. Iplier would be repelled by him. Oh contraire. Iplier would often request for Google to come down to the surgery when he was on a break because he was ceaselessly in awe of the AI-like being.

Not that Google minded. Google actually enjoyed these visits because he benefitted from the doctor’s intel on the human body and its functions. Despite him having access to the whole internet, he sometimes preferred hearing of Iplier’s experiences and personal knowledge. Google also relished the attention Iplier gave him, not that he’d ever admit it. Today was one of those times.

Google was sat patiently in a, surprisingly comfortable, plastic chair as Iplier sat in his own leather one; eyes glittering with curiosity as always.

‘So there’s something I have been meaning to discuss with you…’

Google rolled his eyes with a light smirk, it always started off the same and he always found Iplier’s childish curiosity amusing.

‘Ask away Doctor.’

He watched patiently as Iplier looked up from his clipboard, lips pursing as they always did when he was unsure.

‘I am curious about your nervous system, you’ve told me before that you can feel pain and are able to ‘feel’ physical things-’

‘Your question being?’

Google interrupted, he smirked a little wider at Iplier’s slight indignation. Iplier leant forward with hands steepled atop his thighs.

‘What does your nervous system consist of? Is it biological matter that’s been implanted or some weird, new technical advancement that I won’t understand?’

Google chuckled lightly, leaning back a little and crossing his legs and arms simultaneously. He grinned widely at Iplier who also had a light smile in place, they both enjoyed these interactions.

‘I myself am unsure, most likely the latter.’

‘Hmm…’

Iplier furrowed his eyebrows, he seemed conflicted with what to say but eventually got to his next query.

‘So…theoretically, you feel all things that regular humans do?’

Google furrowed his own brows, Iplier’s previous confusion had dimmed and his tone had changed. It was smoother, and the man’s eyes had narrowed minimally.

‘Theoretically…yes.’

Google watched the doctor like a hawk as the man rose from his seat and came over to him, there was a glint in his eyes and Google found himself fidgeting in his seat; he was uneasy. However he stayed put even as Iplier stood directly beside him, smirking lightly but for what reason Google had been unable to decipher.

‘So theoretically, with that train of thinking…that could lead to the possibility of you being…’

Google couldn’t stop a strangled, and glitched, yelp flying from him when two hands squeezed at his lower ribs and withdrew speedily. His circuits were working for answers, why would he elicit such a noise? Searches in seconds drew up results in milliseconds, sensitive nerves, his reaction…oh no.

’…ticklish…?’

Google looked up at Iplier who was grinning as he trailed off, and Google now identified the glint in his eyes as a glint of mischievousness; however his identification had come too late. Oh dear. This was not good. Google straightened his posture and went to stand, and he did, but Iplier stood in front him to prevent him from walking anywhere.

‘Doctor I can assure you that there is no logical reason for you to do what you are thinking of doing.’

The medical man raised an eyebrow as Google spoke smoothly…mostly, for a few cracks found their way to his voice. Iplier’s grin widened.

'Who said anything about logic?’

Iplier’s hands latched onto his ribs once again and wiggled quickly, Google’s eyes widened and he let out a choked gasp before a stream of chuckling followed in its wake. He began to twist his body about.

'Th-ehere ihihis no p-pohoint toho thihihihis!!’

Google was angered at the pitiful tone of his voice as he tried to squirm away away from Iplier’s eager fingers, which were deftly squeezing at the former’s ribs and sides. Iplier’s eyes were alight with curiosity as well as mischief.

'Oh I beheg to differ! This is remarkable, I need to investigate this furthur…’

'Nohohohohoho!!!’

Iplier, to Google’s dismay, ignored his pleading and wrapped his arms round the droid so he could probe his stomach. Google snorted but only giggled at this particular spot, he still squirmed in earnest and was bent double to escape the sensations. Google could feel him losing the slight control of his limbs since his focus was…occupied elsewhere. As you can imagine.

'You seem a bit fidgety there G, you ok-’

'Fahahahaked ihihinsolehehence ihihis unnecehehehessary!!’

Iplier failed to fight back a gleeful grin at the droid’s demeanour, and was taken aback when said droid’s knees buckled causing them both to fall gently to the laminate floor. However, Iplier was quick and decided to take advantage by sitting atop Google’s thighs, the owner of which was lying face down on the floor. Google wondered how he ever came to this, no results came up.

'Here I am trying to ask after your well-being and you just disregard my kindness! That wasn’t very nice!’

The good doctor decided to knead Google’s sides carefully with both hands, making Google buck and cackle. Iplier tweaked and basically tortured the sensitive synthetic flesh.

'Dehehehehesihihihihist thihihihihihis stuhuhuhupihihihidihihity!!!’

Iplier smirked with raised eyebrows as he dug in harder, wiggling and digging making his victim yelp and shake, all control of his own limbs lost because of his diminished focus; he was utterly helpless.

'I don’t think someone as sensitive as you is in a position to make demands.’

Iplier cackled when a deep growl of frustration worked it’s way from Google’s throat.

'Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup yohou lihihihittl-AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!’

Iplier had taken a chance had absently run a finger down Google’s spine, and his reaction was not akin to a spasm at the simple, yet effective touch. The Doctor smirked as he hurriedly spidered all ten finger’s over the ticklish site.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIPLIHIHI!!!’

Iplier was in awe at the wildness and volume of the laughter that the, normally stoic droid, elicited. His voice cracked amidst yelps and squeals and he banged his fists against the floor. His body shook with the sensations , almost like he was actually being electrocuted; throughout this, Iplier was of course being gracious and sympathetic.

’-kind of makes sense when you think about it, the spine being the primary part of the CNS, and with your construction adhering to that-’

'STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

Google’s screams cut him off as Iplier scratched over and between his shoulder blades as well as administering scribbles to the droid’s scrunching neck; the owner of which could only shake, and let his voice take centre stage.

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEehehehease…’

Google’s screams echoed and diminished to a deep, hoarse stream of giggling as Iplier went back to pinching his ribs; in all honesty, he felt slightly guilty. Google’s glasses were askew and partially on the floor as the owner tried to maintain his oxygen levels and mental capacity.

'Dohohohoctohohor plehehehease…’

Google mumbled, embarrassed…more embarrassed than he’d ever been, mainly because he’d never been embarrassed before. Iplier saw this, and took a moment to relish in it before withdrawing his torturous fingertips and then himself. He sat on the floor, observing the droid as he sat up.

Google straightened his glasses and rubbed his t-shirt to force away the wrinkles, and remaining ghostly tingles. He did it wordlessly and stoically, Iplier was a little worried that he’d taken it too far, and didn’t bother hiding it.

'G…I uh, I’m sorry-’

'It’s quite alright doctor.’

Google interrupted as he cleared his throat, there was a moment of silence as the droid recovered and ran the experience over in his mental cortex. He looked at Iplier, and could see the guilt in the man’s face…and felt an urge in response. Google, still on the floor, shuffled towards Iplier and placed a hand on his shoulder. It was tentative, since Google was not well accustomed with the concept of comfort.

'It is fine, it was for experimental purposes…’

Iplier grinned lightly, with a hint of bashful mischief as he rubbed the back of his neck.

'Well…’

Google narrowed his eyes, he tried to fix a somewhat annoyed expression but found himself unable to. He stood and held a hand out to Iplier who took it and let himself be pulled up, he smoothed down his creased white coat. Google straightened his posture and fixed Iplier with a hard stare.

'I hope you understand that what has occured in this room does not LEAVE this room…’

Google stepped forward and placed his hand back on the doctor’s shoulder, but his thumb was pressed against Iplier’s collar bone and the grip was…firm. Iplier gulped a little at the hard stare and light smile Google wore, his own cheeky expression gone like it had never existed. Contrasting in the most terrifying perfection.

'Yes, n-no of course. Without question.’

Iplier swallowed heavily and sighed when Google clasped his hands behind his back, relieved that the contact had disappeared as Google paced to the doorway. Until he paused, and out of the doctor’s sight grinned with a hint of malevolence.

'Oh and doctor?

He swivelled and looked at Iplier again who was leant on his desk lightly, Google’s eyes shone with a light burst of mischief as he spoke.

'If you deviate from this agreement, I may come and perform a medical examination of my own.’

Google relished in Iplier’s widened eyes and light flush, he would never admit the satisfaction he felt making people react thus.

'And rest assured…I will be most thorough. Till the next time Doctor.’

He bowed his head before stealing from the room, a grin in place and a light of triumph and intense pride in his eyes, gleeful that despite the events…he’d maintained the upper hand. Iplier however, was scowling lightly and cursing his weakness and embarrassment. That scowl soon morphed into a sneer of determination as he flicked his eyes to the corner of the ceiling, where a mandatory security camera was sitting. Patiently. Iplier smirked, his next actions were clear as he stood atop a chair and took it down. His eyes glittered as he thought:

'Damn the consequences.’

okay WOWZAH that took me a lil while will there be revenge? hmmmmmnYES I THINK SO but will it only be the two of them? who knows, tell me if ya enjoy and stuff and yup….LUV YOUS xx 😁

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Cuddle Wuddles!

Googleplier Green(Lee) x gn!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: A bit shorter than normal, but it gets the message across fine, methinks. Lee is emotionally stunted, reader isn’t having it. He eventually gives in. Also I mentioned eyes again since you said you liked yours <333. Cuddles! And fluff. And an emotionally stunted robot. And a bit of Prolonged Eye Contact. Not in detail. Also Lee’s an asshole but we know this. Enjoy!

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Cuddle Wuddles!

You honestly hate him. Really, you do. He’s a bastard and you hate him. A cuddle. That’s all you asked for. A fucking cuddle. Not anything weird or out of the ordinary. And he won’t let you live it down. It’s not like you asked him to hit you or something (not that there’s anything wrong with liking that sort of thing). You shouldn’t have asked Dark if he could visit. You should’ve just… left it alone. You could’ve hung out with Wilford. You could’ve hung out with Derek and it would’ve been a better experience.

“Can I pwease have a cuddwe mistew gween?” He mocked. You sat on your bed, legs and arms crossed as he leaned down near you and teased your simple request. “Do you want to cuddle?''. That’s it. “Pwetty pwease mistew wobot man, I want a wittle cuddwe.” The game he was playing had been long abandoned, the little character waiting patiently in the middle of the screen. The controller had been tossed haphazardly onto the bed nearby and you were tempted to chuck it down the hall.

“Lee. I swear to fucking God. I’m going to kill you,” You point at him warningly. He just taps the tips of his index fingers together.

“May I have a cuddwe wuddle fwom my boyf, uwu?” He was very clearly trying not to laugh. You dropped your hand. His ‘uwu’ voice was starting to get on your nerves. You took a deep breath. No tears. Not now. He’s not being serious. Probably.

“If it’s a fucking no you can just say so,” You grit out. He pauses.

“Oh, come on, I’m kidding!” He laughs. You turn away from him. He scoffs. “Come on…” You stand up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen area.

You walk calmly and you can hear frantic footsteps behind you as he follows. You don’t really have a specific plan, but you want him to feel a little bad. Or at least apologize. Which he won’t. So option one.

“Come on!” He repeats as you start heating up some leftover food. “Babe, I was kidding!” He tends to use “babe” and “homie” interchangeably, as though they are the same word or have the exact same meaning in any context. Which they don’t. But that was pretty fine. Except when he called you “homeslice” when you two had a tender moment after you brushed his hair.

“And I am making food,” You respond. You can feel his baffled expression without even looking. Sure enough, you turned around and he was gaping at you.

“Come on!” He practically begged, “I’m…” You raised your eyebrows. He paused. “I’m… not hungry… and neither are you.” You huffed and spun back around.

Another thing he tends to do is refuse to give an apology in any context, even when he’s wrong.

“Says you,” You snort.

“Yeah, says me, cause I’m right!” He raises his voice a little.

“Uh-huh.” You don’t look at him.

“Babe.”

“Mm.”

“Mate.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Friend?”

“You’re reaching.”

“We can-we can cuddle, if you want!”

“Well, I don’t want to anymore.”

“But--” He let out a harsh breath. You were taken aback by how… sad he sounded all of a sudden. You turned around to look at him. His hands were by his head and his eyes darted across the ground. You tilted your head. He sighed and dropped his arms. “... right. Yeah.” He shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Lee?” You asked, softer.

“Well, when you’re… done eating we can… play… play a bit of Little Nightmares before I go, if you want.” He looked you in your face, but you could tell he was avoiding your eyes. You rolled your eyes.

Emotionally stunted robots.

You put your food back in the fridge and grabbed Lee’s hand. You lead him to the bedroom, him trailing behind nervously. He yelped when you shoved him into your bedroom. He spun around to look at you.

“Wha-” He started with a laugh.

“Do you want to cuddle or not because I’m not gonna do this stupid back and forth all night,” you stated, “Make a goddamn decision.” He stared at you for a minute. You widened your eyes and he coughed and shook his head.

“What? Yeah, I… I’m, uh… sure, yeah, that’s… ok,” He cleared his throat and stood stiffly beside the bed. Your mouth turned up into a smile, though you were still a bit annoyed. You walked over and gently took his arm. You climbed into the bed, him shakily trailing in after. You laid down on your side, getting comfy and looking at him, and waited for him to do the same.

Well, he laid down. That was a start. But his limbs were stiff and he was staring at the ceiling. You watched his face for a little before getting annoyed again.

“Would you fucking relax?” You raised your voice. He jumped and turned his head to look at you. His eyes were a beautiful green, and you silently praised his maker for it. You gave him a soft, warm smile. He relaxed, finally, and turned to you, resting his hands under his head. He stared at you, and you stared back.

After a minute or so of prolonged eye contact, you started to get deeply uncomfortable. You tried looking everywhere but his eyes, but he continued his staring. This was getting weird and borderline creepy. You opened your mouth to tell him so.

“Your eyes are gorgeous.” Your eyes snapped back to his. He was still staring, but it was less focused. More… gazing. You felt your face heat and one of your fingers twitched.

“Lee…” You laughed.

“I could look for hours and never get tired. Like I’m being… drawn in by your tide and swept under the waves.” You blinked. Holy shit. This is what you get? No ‘sorry’s, no ‘i love you’s, BARELY any acknowledgement of any relationship, but you get this after one minute of staring at each other? Really?

“Tell me more.” You smirked and shifted a little closer to him. He hesitantly reached out and poked you in the forehead. “Lee.”

“When you scrunch your nose like that,” He smiles, “it reminds me of the finer things in life.”

“What, like coffee? Chocolate?” You scoff.

“You.” His hand moves to gently grab your chin. He tilts your head left and right, as if he’s inspecting you for something. Or trying to figure something out. You grab his wrist when he goes for your waist.

“You’re being weird.” You squint.

“Am I?” He gives you a smug little grin and quirks an eyebrow. You throw yourself on your back and sit up straight.

“Pick up your damn controller before I start crying.” You sneer. He smiles wide and grabs the controller. You can sense he’s about to start teasing you again, so you give him a pointed look. He keeps his mouth shut, though obviously trying not to smile, and raises his hands in surrender. He sits back against the headboard and you fit yourself in his lap. He wraps his arms around you and holds his controller, you holding his arms. He continues the game.

He plays for a few more hours, commenting every once and a while and cursing whenever he dies. Your eyes start to droop and you feel yourself getting sleepy. You adjust in his arms until your head is laying on his chest. As your breathing slows down and you fall asleep, you hear the faintest “sweet dreams” before you’re out cold.

[the-ideal-iplier]

the eternal question: is it ip-ly-er or ip-lee-air?

How I pronounce the game title is by “ip-ly-er”

Mostly because a bunch of Mark’s egos is pronounced with that like Bingiplier, Darkiplier, Googleplier etc.

Dr. Iplier would be the other pronunciation :3

But yes it is The Ideal Ip-ly-er 😂

[egoimagines]

Request: How would the egos react to someone hitting on their s/o in front of them?

Requested by: mcr-lee Darkiplier: Dark would inform them using a calm yet threatening tone. If they ever go near you again, he'll be the last thing they ever see. Wilford Warfstache: Wilford would likely cause a scene, Bringing his gun out in public. When questioned by the police about the dead body found outside later that day, he responds with "oops, it was an accident i swear!" The Host: Host would give them subtle hints. Moving closer to you and putting his arm around your waist. Googleplier: Google would act casual about it at the time. Secretly using his facial recognition software to find out where they live to threaten them later. Antisepticeye: Anti would straight up threaten them. Holding his knife in his pocket he would warn them. If they make another move, they'll soon regret it. Chase Brody: Chase would confer with them. "Whoooa, bro. What exactly do you think your doing, hitting on my s/o?!" Dr. Schneeplestein: Schneeple would have everything planned out. Cutting the brakes from their car, causing them to be in an accident later that day. It just so turns out that schneeple seems to work at the hospital that they were rushed to. He smirks "Time for dr. schneeplestein to have some fun' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Schneeplestein's part was inspired by this post : https://jacksepticeye--quotes.tumblr.com/post/163949794622/maybe-peter-maybe-i-kill-you-maybe-i-try-to-get

[turtle-pancakes]

Googleplier/Bingiplier Headcanon

Some people have said Google looks like an Oliver which is cool.

I think Bing looks like a Lee. That's just me though.

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Do any of your Googles like hugs? 👀 Hug/cuddle headcanons? 🤲🏻

GOOGLEPLIER (x4) HUG/CUDDLE HC’S!

They’re desperately touch-starved, the lot of them 

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Loves hugs the most: Oliver

He loves hugs so much

It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy

He prefers hugs to cuddles because he doesn’t have to stay in one place

He does like a good cuddle if it’s for a movie or w/e

He’s just not too patient

Hugs though? Godly

The warm, gentle touch of another being

Does the grabby hands, as one does when they want cuddles

Squeezing so tight it feels like he’ll never let go

Sways from side to side a little and will continue to hug you while you try to leave, please don’t leave.

He hugs Lee a lot when he’s allowed to.

Lee likes hugs as well, and they just kinda stand there until Google has to pry them apart

Also tries to hug Google and is promptly and forcibly shut down

Will just like. Talk while hugging.

You thought this was gonna be quiet bonding time? hell no

Not even like “sweet nothings” or some shit, no

Hour long rants. Sit tight.

“see honey bees are social bugs so that means they have a hierarchy similar to ants and termites now at the top of the hierarchy is obviously the queen, and the q-”

He just likes being as close as possible to anyone else at any given moment

Loves cuddles the most: Lee

Lee? Loving cuddles? You’re kidding.

Nope. Fucking loves cuddling

Spoiler alert: he likes being the little spoon. It makes him feel safe.

He curls up into a fetal position and just holds onto your arm

If you’re facing each other, he will stare into your eyes for literal hours

Tell him beforehand if you don’t like that.

He likes memorizing every feature of the other person’s face

Does get a bit gothy and ominous after a while

“Your eyes are a void that I cannot look away from. I am trapped, hypnotized, until you release me from my confines. I would die here if I could” “what the fuck does that mean” “your eyes are pwetty”

Is still a little shit, however, and will make fun of you if you ask to cuddle

Threaten to withhold cuddles and he might cry don’t do it

Has cuddled Oliver once or twice

His brother simply cannot, however, so he has settled for cuddling a pillow

He has cuddled Elliott once AND ONLY ONCE and has sworn never to speak of it again. he immediately told Oliver.

Will talk about little things he noticed throughout the day

His voice is very soft and calming

Will absolutely fall asleep if you let him

Also likes cuddling when he’s playing a game. It’s grounding

He just likes the closeness and prolonged intimacy of cuddling

Hates hugs the most: Google

He feels trapped and confined

And he’s been in a BOX before, don’t get him started

Claustrophobia? Him? Never. *sarcasm*

But he really doesn’t enjoy a lot of physical touch

It’s weird and warm and it feels like he’s on fire get aWAY-

He will award. One(1) handhold. Per week.

If you ever do get him to give you a hug, appreciate that shit.

It Will Not happen again any time soon

He’s shaking and overheating and shit I think his graphics card caught fire

Never speak of this to anybody

But also he might ask to do it again

He actually really likes handholding although it makes him feel wEiRd 

Has held hands with Oliver while they charged because he wanted to

Elliott and Lee made fun of him so he doesn’t do it anymore

(still does it if Oliver asks)

His highest form of affection is probably just talking? 

He doesn’t do it a lot since he is a firm believer that he is going to answer questions and destroy mankind and that is IT

but if he starts talking about a weird bug he saw?

broski u hit the JACKPOT my mans is in love with you

well not,,,, IN LOVE necessarily. not even necessarily love

he. greatly appreciates. your presence. that’s all you get

Hates cuddles the most: Elliott

here’s the thing though dhgfyueg

he SAYS he hates cuddles?

but he’s just an emo and refuses to acknowledge his feelings

a thing? that isn’t games? brings him joy? fucking gross get it away.

has once or twice cried into a pillow

by which I mean once a week hwsgfre

it’s just Too Much, honestly

it’s just physical touch fucking EVERYWHERE it’s UNCOMFY

It makes him feel bad and tingly and he doesn’t like it

he sees two characters hold hands in a game and starts blushing

scANDELOUs oh my goodness oh no oh gosh

what’s his poison in terms of affection? kith

or like anything having to do with his hair/face

give him a good kiss on the forehead and he will collapse

Lee once kissed him on top of his head as a joke and he started sobbing

“nOthing i’m fIne”

he also likes being petted. a LOT

He once let Lee brush his hair. He started crying, yes. But Lee just kept going and pet his hair a little bit afterward to make him feel better

This is the same Lee that once called him a stupid little bitch boy when he died one too many times in Fallout 3

He likes his face being touched? For some reason?

Like just in little ways. a boop on the nose, a faux-slap on the cheek, etc.

He feels kinda stupid for it

If someone were to, say, hold his face in their hands he might propose on the goddamn SPOT

Let him lay in your lap and play with his hAIR, GODDAMMIT

he likes feeling cared for

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I’m fuckin’ 4’9 Lee, I don’t think I’d be able to be the big spoon ;w;

he'd try anyways. as long as your arms are around him in some way he'll be alright <3

[orange-waterfalls]

is it lee drawing time? - funky lil ghost

[orange-waterfalls]

Can I join the party? 👀💚 - 🪲

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A - Here’s boy 2! 💚 In the right corner, you can see the first kinda hairstyle I was gonna choose for Lee. (Does your Google blue look more like the 2014 long haired ver. Or the newer 2017 look?)

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I love my boy!!!!! (I think blue’s hair is more like his current haircut and Oliver’s hair looks like most times when he dyed it!)

[orange-waterfalls]

I really like Lee’s smartass lil shit personality sghijkinj I don’t know why, help!

Smartass little shit is the best, wdym? he's my favowite

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Gamer Boy Crush

Googleplier Red x reader

ty, albinopines anon for the request

A/N: ALBINOPINES. albinopines my beloved i need you to listen to me. i love you albinopines. anyways the reader’s gamer tag is albinopines cdjsvfge. i feel like it’s important to note that i’ve never played an online shooter ever in my life. all the info I have is from youtube videos. I wrote this under the assumption that Red accidentally played with a group of people who were already friends. Also Googleplier Red is Elliott and he’s an angry bitch but we love that for him. Uhhhhh there’s not much plot to this At All Mr Red just made an online friend and that friend is you. his POV. Who doesn’t develop a crush on their online friends every once and a while? DISCLAIMER: I LOVE BUGSNAX AND HOLLOW KNIGHT I JUST THINK RED WOULD LOOK AT ANYTHING COLORFUL AND CARTOONISH AND TURN AWAY AND ALSO YOU SHOULD PLAY BUGSNAX AND/OR HOLLOW KNIGHT

Enjoy!

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Gamer Boy Crush

Elliott scowled deeply when he heard Oliver laugh from his area of the room. He was so loud and happy all the Goddamn time. It was infuriating. He wouldn’t say that because Lee would get pissed and refuse to tell him how to do the puzzles in Resident Evil (he wasn’t very smart when it came to those). So he had to sit and cope. He clenched his fist and willed himself not to overheat when he heard more laughing from the yellow Android. He walked over to his wall, tempted to punch it, but decided on knocking on it like a door and plopping back down in his chair. He snatched up his controller and put on his headphones. Maybe a game or whatever will calm his nerves.

He scrolled through his games for a bit, knowing he was too angry to properly play anything, but not wanting to play anything cutesy, like whatever the fuck Oliver was trying to make him play. Bugsnax? Hollow Knight? Disgusting.

His eyes landed on a multiplayer shooter. He usually didn’t go for those types, because people fucking suck, but he thought: oh well. It’s been a boring day. So, he opened the game.

“YO WHAT’S GOOD, GAMERS” Someone yelled into their headset the moment he got in. He flinched and immediately took his off. He could still hear him from where it was on his desk.

my guy u r so damn loud keep it the fuck down - he typed in the chat. He heard a “FUCK YOU” from the headset that made him snort.

im taking my headset off - another player typed out.

me 2 - he responded.

The one guy kept yelling and he was starting to get annoyed but the game hadn’t even started. 

albinopines: @xgoogleredx hello :) 

He tilted his head at the message.

xgoogleredx: hey

albinopines: ur name’s cool

xgoogleredx: urs too, albinopines

albinopines: thanks i made it myself

He chuckled a little at the response. 

xgoogleredx: hey so like i haven’t played this game ever i need help

albinopines: it’s ok i’ll help u

He smiled and suddenly he was in the game. He panicked a little, but played as best he could.

They won the first round because he got a lucky headshot, and he couldn’t help but be happy that the rest of the team was happy. He decided to put his headset back on, and--

“HEY GOOGLERED I’M TALKING TO YOU!” Albinopines said loudly into their mic.

“What the FUCK do you want?” He growled. Everyone was silent for a moment.

“You did really good and I’m proud of you,” they said softly. Somebody else laughed and he smiled.

“Thanks.” He sighed.

“Alright let’s fucking GO, BOYS,” They yelled and he took his headset off again. The other players let out a chorus of “LET’S GOOOOO” “GIT ‘ER DONE” “USA, USA” and he was positive he’d never met anyone this excited to play any game ever in his life. He debated in his head for a moment, before putting the headset back on. 

Everyone was messing around during the countdown, including one player just spinning in a circle the whole time and albinopines continuously trying to jump on his head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He wheezed.

“I’m-I’m tryna make a tactical… decision.” They responded.

“Try-Tryna pull a voltron.” Another person added.

“YE-Yeah a fuckin… V-Voltron. Power Rangers. Just-Just stay still for a second.”

The timer ran out and they were audibly disappointed, but started moving. Everyone was quiet for a bit, and nothing much happened.

“Yo, Red on your left.” Albinopines said quietly. He didn’t understand, so he just kept moving. “Red your left. On your-RED ON YOUR LEFT!” They were increasingly panicked and he turned just in time to get shot in the face by an enemy player.

“DUDE!”

“I SAID ON YOUR LEFT”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT”

“Hey don’t call my son an idiot”

He laughed loudly at that, and spectated until the next round. He took a deep breath, staring at their operator on the screen, before making a decision.

“Parental figure, I require assistance,”

“WH-Yeah, what is it.”

“How… do I… use… my drone.”

The voice chat erupted with laughter and he felt a small sense of pride.

“WELL, I THINK WE’RE A BIT LATE IN THE GAME FOR THAT BUD…”

He spoke a bit more in this round and was a more active participant in the actual game, making him feel happy. Even when they lost the final round, he wasn’t that unhappy about it. 

And when they lost the next game.

And the next one.

And when they finally won a game, everyone cheered before saying they needed to leave and that it was getting late.

“WAIT wait guys I have an important question.” He said. Everyone quieted. “... how… do I send friend requests.” a series of groans from everyone else.

“Well, you have to--” albino started. And then the screen closed. His eyes widened in horror as he flailed around to look at his computer. 

“Game crashed. Shit happens.” Lee mumbled. Elliott buried his head in his hands. He sighed heavily and stared at his screen for a minute, mourning the loss.

He got a message.

albinopines - hi! sorry about da game. getting disconnected sucks :(

He smirked a bit.

xgoogleredx - would u believe this is my 1st time playing 

albinopines - considering u didn’t kno a basic mechanic i would lmao

xgoogleredx - might delete the game

albinopines - well, i swear its fun once u win multiple times

xgoogleredx - im p sure u r the only person i liked playing with

He widened his eyes when he realized how that sounded.

xgoogleredx - i mean like u and the team

xgoogleredx - like all of u

xgoogleredx - not just u

albinopines - aw ty

albinopines - that y u said person instead of ppl?

He scowled a little, but chuckled. Cheeky fucker.

xgoogleredx - hey

xgoogleredx - fuck you

albinopines - sorry lmaooo

albinopines - pullin out the fully spelled words?

albinopines - r u mad at me? /j

albinopines - but also /srs

xgoogleredx - nah, not really

He sat for a few minutes, waiting for a response. He got a little worried that maybe they thought he was actually upset and wanted to leave him alone. He didn’t want that. He didn’t have any friends (online or in real life) and he was honestly pretty lonely. This was fun. Entertaining. This person entertained him. 

While he stewed in self-pity and doubt, he got a notification.

A friend request from albinopines.

He smiled and took it.

albinopines - hey hey u wanna play minecraft?

xgoogleredx - sure

xgoogleredx - i don’t like the headset, can i only communicate through chat.

albinopines - oh, that’s fine :)

He waited a minute or so before getting an invite and entering the Minecraft world. He smiled at the custom skin squatting and jumping at him repeatedly before copying it. They threw him some wood, a chest, and some meat before jumping off to do something else. He turned his character to look back, and saw a door that presumably led to the interior of their house. Elliott smiled and went to follow albinopines.

--

“What are you doing?” Elliott jumped when he heard one of his ‘brothers’ talk to him. His computer faced Lee’s area, so he always spied on what the red android was doing. Elliott scowled at him.

“Nothing,” He said.

“Who’s ‘albinopines’?” Lee asked, ignoring him.

“Nobody,” Elliott snapped. Lee didn’t say anything else, so he kept playing. Your Minecraft world was coming along nicely. He didn’t really like these kinds of games, but you liked it, so he wanted to play. 

“... that’s not what you mine that with.” Lee said suddenly, making Elliott jump.

“Can you… leave me alone?” He twisted around to look at his green brother.

“Fine, lose the redstone. See if I care.” He went back to trimming a bonsai tree on his desk. Elliott mumbled angrily and turned back to the game. He paused before mining.

He switched to the stone axe and heard Lee chuckle from behind him. He wanted to curse at him, but you typed in the minecraft chat.

albinopines - where art thou

xgoogleredx - underground

xgoogleredx - mining redstone

albinopines - hell yeah!

albinopines - where the stairs

xgoogleredx - what stairs

There wasn’t a response for a while and Elliott thought he might’ve messed up.

albinopines - red

xgoogleredx - ye

albinopines - did u dig straight down

xgoogleredx - ye

Lee barked out a laugh behind him.

xgoogleredx - y?

albinopines - well u can’t come back up 

albinopines - w/o getting rid of all ur cobble

albinopines - and also that’s the worst idea ever

xgoogleredx - o

albinopines - i’ll throw u some dirt dont u worry bab

Elliott smiled at the screen a little. He didn’t like acting weak in any situation, but this was a special case.

xgoogleredx - noises scawy :(

albinopines - u stay right there im comin

xgoogleredx - help

albinopines - pines is on da way

albinopines - voila!

A bunch of dirt suddenly entered his inventory

albinopines - dirt for the noob

xgoogleredx - my savior

He made his way back up the hole.

albinopines - that’ll be all ur redstone pls

He snorted.

xgoogleredx - no

albinopines - u don’t even know what to do w/it

xgoogleredx - it’s mine

albinopine - ill fight u 4 it

xgoogleredx - fine

He equipped his wooden sword. The other equipped a diamond sword and a shield. His eyes widened before they started attacking. He tried attacking back, but died quickly.

“Loooooseeeeer…” Lee teased from his area. Elliott spun around to glare at him. The android had an infuriating smirk on his face as he snipped at the little tree. Elliott turned back around and made his way back to where he died. There was a chest, but the other person was gone.

xgoogleredx - where’s my shit

albinopines - the box, dummy

xgoogleredx - o

xgoogleredx - thanks

albinopines - ooooh gettin’ real late

albinopines - I gotta go

xgoogleredx - aw

xgoogleredx - c u l8r

albinopines - c ya

He exited the world and sighed as he scooted away from his PC. A noise sounded throughout the room, signifying it was time to charge. All 4 androids went into the center and sat on the couch. They all closed their eyes as they were plugged into the wall. Usually, they all were silent as they charged, taking the time to simply recuperate. Usually.

“Someone has a gamer boy crush,” Lee said in a sing-song voice. Elliott’s eyes snapped open and he silently swore he’d murder his brother one of these days. Oliver let out an obnoxiously loud gasp.

“Sorry, are we talking about Elliott? As in… Elliott?” Google asked like he was surprised. 

“Baby’s first online crush!” Oliver laughed. Correction. Elliott swore that he would kill all of his brothers. Slowly. Painfully.

“He’s been talking with albinopines a lot. Even played with them all night one night.” Lee explained. Elliott was now mortified and his eyes were wide. How did he know? WHY did he know? He thought Lee was sleeping. Not that they needed to sleep, but some of them enjoyed sleeping. Like Lee and Oliver. Elliott had done that when he thought they were asleep. Were they not asleep???

“Awwww…” Oliver cooed. If Elliott had blood, he’d be blushing. As it was, it felt like his processor was going to catch on fire and there was steam coming out of his ears.

“Ew.” Google gave him a look he didn’t enjoy.

“I don’t… have a crush.” He said slowly and firmly to get it through their thick heads.

“Please…” Lee snorted, “It’s obvious.”

Elliott sank down in the couch and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for his brothers to wear themselves out and stop teasing him.

--

Elliott hadn’t heard from you in a bit and he was starting to get worried. Had he come on too strong? Did they get bored of him? What happened? He didn’t want to seem desperate by messaging you first. But he was desperate, and he missed his friend. 

“They’re at work,” Lee said. Elliott rolled his eyes, tempted to just dismiss the statement, but he paused.

“... how do you know that?” He asked slowly. He knew that Lee could just look up the gamer tag and go from there, but he didn’t seem the type. He turned to his brother, who was smiling while gaming away on his Xbox. “Lee.” He called out. Lee glanced at him.

“Hm?” He hummed. Elliott clenched his fist.

“How do you know that?” He repeated. Lee sighed, pausing his game and taking his headset off.

“Do you think I’m just gonna let my brother talk to a stranger on the internet without talking to them first?” He asked smugly.

“You talked to them?!” Elliott all but yelled.

“They said that they have fun playing with you!” Oliver called out. Elliott whipped around to look at Oliver, then back at Lee.

“Also they said that you’re a little weird…” Elliott squinted at him. “Their words.”

“Incorrect, they said that you’re fun to talk to,” Google corrected. Elliott squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands.

God, he was embarrassed. This was embarrassing. He couldn’t have this one thing? This one thing to himself? 

He heard a sigh from Lee and picked his head up to scowl again.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” He rolled his eyes and put his headset back on, continuing the game he was playing, “I’m not their friend. I’m just the protective, nosy brother in their eyes.” Elliott didn’t answer, instead facing his computer. He typed a quick apology message out, before continuously erasing and retyping to make it sound less whiny, less mean, less sad, less anything. Lee huffed a bit.

“‘Hi, sorry for my brothers. They’re nosy and I hate them. Wanna play Minecraft?’” He recited. Elliott froze. He sighed, typing out the message word for word, before sending it. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, listening to the small taps of Lee’s controller, Oliver’s humming, and the soft whir of the computer fan. Eventually, he heard the notification sound and looked at his screen.

albinopines - nah, ur good lol. sure i’d love 3

albinopine - *2

He smiled softly, entering the world. As he played, he knew Lee was watching. He’d long since stopped pretending he was playing, as the sounds of the controller stopped, but Elliott didn’t think he minded too much. 

“You can’t mine diamonds with gold, you made that pickaxe for no reason.”

“CAN you PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP?”

[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?”

[franklyshipping]

Not Standard Protocol - Part 2 ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

This, ladies, gentlemen and all other configurations of being…is going to be good. I can hopefully guarantee that for you lovely readers so LETSA GO!!!

It was a fine day. No one at odds for once, but that was about to change. Dr. Iplier had thought about it long and hard, and he was more than aware of the consequences that he’d have to endure. The fear that Google had instilled upon him almost dissuaded him entirely. However, the cockiness and smugness of the droid made the doctor seeth. He was in the living area with his phone in his hands, eyes glazed as he stared at the video ready to send.

He looked round the room, he was sat alone on the couch whilst the only other in the room was the Host, sat calmly in a comfy armchair. Said pensive man looked to Iplier, trying to decipher him.

‘The Host wonders what has Dr. Iplier in such deep thought, and also wonders if he could be of any assistance?’

Iplier smiled, the Host’s selflessness was always the most welcome surprise. With that new smile, he hit send and with a light whoosh the media file was distributed to a particular group chat. The doctor stowed his phone away.

‘Thanks for the offer, but you’ll all find out soon.’

‘Hmmm…’

The Host didn’t question Iplier furthur. As the day progressed however, things came to light. Google was walking around about his usual business, when he felt a light poke in the centre of his back. He jumped and turned with a light yelp to see Bim Trimmer, standing perfectly normally next the counter in the kitchen. Which was where they were.

‘Oh sorry G, did I knock you?’

Google smiled lightly at the apologetic man, who also seemed to be…smiling slightly, but then that was normal for Bim.

‘No no, it’s quite alright Bim.’

Bim hummed contentedly and turned away, but unbeknownst to the droid a wide grin spread over Bim’s face; Google stood next to the counter and just listened to the surrounding noise. Until a light feeling between his shoulder blades made him jump…how strangely repetitive. He looked to his left to see Wilford leant against the counter, casual with a smirk.

‘Jeez G, why’re ya so fidgety?’

Google narrowed his eyes at Wilford, he could see evident glee in the man’s demeanour…and then he realised. He felt anger surge through his circuitry as Wilford cackled loudly, the droid felt himself freeze and flush; he was mortified.

‘Awwww don’t be embarrassed G, everyone has one weakness-’

Google glared harshly, eyes glowing threateningly as Wilford smirked and backed away slightly; and as if on cue, another person entered the room. He was all Google could focus on, his rage diverted his sensors to him and fixed him in his sights. Iplier gulped with a nervous smile, he didn’t wait before he bolted away with his white coat flapping behind him.

‘IPLIER!’

Google yelled before tearing after him, everyone’s laughter echoing behind him and spurring him on. The doctor was going to pay for this betrayal. He sprinted, working much faster that Iplier ever could and grabbed the material of his coat, making the owner yelp and topple to the floor. Iplier tried to scramble away on his back, but Google immediately sat atop his thighs with a satisfied smirk.

‘Don’t even try…’

Iplier gulped as Google took a deep breath and a bright light emanated from him, a few moments later there was a *ping* before 3 smirking copies appeared around Iplier’s body. Red, Green and Yellow as they were initially perceived, Google nodded to them as they took their places. Red and Green each took one of Iplier’s arms above his head as Yellow knelt by Iplier’s head. The said victim shuddered and mumbled hurriedly.

‘G…p-please, I’m s-sorry-’

Google let out a loud laugh as his fingertips rested on the doctor’s ribs, the droid leant forward with a heavy sneer.

‘Unfortunately for you…I don’t care!’

Iplier immediately burst into rapid, high-pitched giggles as Google scratched away. Google used his sensors to analyse Iplier’s physique so he knew where he would work and what sequence he should work in, he smirked at Iplier who was already begging.

‘Plehehehehehehehease dohohohon’t!’

'Already begging, goodness you must be immeasurably ticklish…’

Google took time with his words, for they were just as important. Iplier flushed heavily and tried to struggle, but he was very effectively restrained. Iplier yelped as Google started squeezing his prominent ribcage causing inconsistent bouts of cackling and jumping…and this was only his first spot.

'So sensitive and vulnerable, and this is only the beginning…’

'Nohohohohohohoho!!!’

Google chuckled deeply as he dragged his fingers down and traced little torturous shapes all over Iplier’s sides, Iplier shook and squealed at the fluttery shocks coursing through him.

'Ohhh yes, I’m afraid so.’

Google worked his way under Iplier’s shirt so he could get at the soft, bare skin. Iplier wailed lightly and laughed harder as his only protection disappeared.

'NAHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAT’S WOHOHOHOHOHOHORSE!!!’

Google cocked his head and raised his eyebrows innocently.

'Really? I couldn’t tell…’

The droid smirked as he kneaded at the sensitive flesh making the man beneath him cry out and laugh hard, Google had to admit he was enjoying himself. Just a tiny bit. Google switched spots once again, deciding to spider rapidly over Iplier’s quivering tummy and taking care to squeeze and pinch each abdominal muscle eliciting snorts and cackles.

'Got something stuck up your nose doctor?’

'SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!’

Google grinned as he poked the doctor’s belly button harshly before wiggling a finger inside, the blunt nail scratching ruthlessly.

'Well that was quite rud-’

'GEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOHOHOUT OHOHOF THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!’

Google chuckled before cooing.

'Does someone have a ticklish little belly button? Hm?’

Despite his wide grin, Iplier managed to send a half glare to his tormentor amidst his mirth.

'TAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE AHAHA WIHIHILD FUHUHUHUCKIHIHIHING GUEHEHESS!!!’

Google hummed lightly before letting up on Iplier’s poor belly button, and elected just to trail and lightly scratch all over the doctor’s broad torso. Dr. Iplier squeaked and giggled at the delicacy and uncertainty of where he was going to be tickled next, there was a strong feeling of regret in the pit of Iplier’s stomach. Or were those just residual tingles?

'I did warn you what would happen…you’ve only brought this on yourself.’

Google felt a wave of satisfaction at Iplier’s light whimper amidst his…slightly adorable fit of giggling. He looked up at his Yellow companion, he nodded lightly and said droid nodded with a light smirk before flicking and tracing his fingertips around Iplier’s neck and ears.

'Nahahahahahahaha nahahahat thehehehehere!’

Iplier squirmed and shook his head back and forth in earnest, it was like thousands of tiny insects scuttling and tickling…it was so bad! Iplier’s cheeks were burning with the teasy smirk and shining eyes of his tormentor, who was exploiting every weak spot he had.

'Why not here? Go on…say it.’

Google sneered and leant over his victim, teeth gleaming in a feral grin; he started kneading the doctor’s hipbones slowly, massaging over them and into the very bowels of his hips. Iplier shivered and bucked wildly as he wailed amidst his speech.

'IHIHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!’

'Good for you doctor.’

Google replied monotonously, but with a wide smile. He relaxed for a few minutes allowing the copy droid to work away whilst he analysed his sensor’s results, there were a few spots he could go for…but there was only one he was interested in. The worst of them all.

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! YOHOHOHOU’VE HAHAHAD YOHOHOUR REVEHEHENGE!!!’

The droid hummed and nodded for Yellow to halt his movements, given that this was the first instance of relief he’d had, Iplier took full advantage and breathed deeply. He let his head fall back onto the floor as he shut his eyes briefly, when they reopened the were pleading and desperate.

'G…please…’

Google held up a hand to silence him, the droid smirked again…it was time for the finale. He placed his fingertips on his sides and ever so slowly…walked them furthur and furthur up Iplier’s torso. It was then that the doctor realised his course of action, he tried wrenching his arms down but Green and Red only grunted and held on with matching grins.

'Is it maddening? Knowing there’s no way for you to escape the tickling…the tickling that’s heading for your worst spot no less…’

'Nonononononono plehease plehehease dohon’t! Ihi cahan’t tahake it thehehere!!!’

Google snickered as Iplier jerked and giggled in desperation, just from the anticipation alone. His fingertips brushed inside the doctor’s hollows, who yelped with wide eyes and uneven whimpers.

'Nahahahahahaha!!!’

Google smirked before scribbling harshly and deftly, Iplier screamed and shook with laughter.

'Apologies, but you’ll have to take it…it’s not like you have any other option.’

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!’

Iplier could barely comprehend his own voice, he could only focus on the intense feeling of Google’s fingers teasing and tormenting his underarms. His biceps were shaking and he could feel the tingles slinking through his nervous system. Is this what going mad feels like? Thankfully he wasn’t though, Google was monitoring him carefully since he didn’t want to take it too far.

'Tickle tickle doctor, I assume my verbal teasing makes this worse? How intruiging…’

'AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!!!’

Dr. Iplier had unfortunately reached the point of being unintelligible, he could feel his throat getting rougher from his screams and wild laughter. Google grinned lightly before withdrawing his hands, the doctor’s laughter died down as he giggled uncontrollably; the droid snapped his fingers, and then it was only him and the doctor as his copies blinked away. He shuffled off the doctor and laughed amusedly when Iplier curled into a ball.

'You realise it’s over, you can stop laughing any time you like?’

Google smirked as Iplier still giggled lightly, the curled up man spoke up defensively.

'Ihihi cahan stihihill feheheel it!’

Google hummed and sat there whilst Iplier recovered, the doctor’s frantic gasping had morphed back into a regular breathing pattern. He uncurled himself and wrapped his arms around his knees, there was a light silence as the doctor looked to Google with a hint of trepidation. He shuffled a little closer and the droid looked forth in interest when the doctor extended a hand to him carefully.

'Truce G?’

Google smiled and accepted, shaking the doctor’s hand whilst also pulling him up as they stood together.

'Truce, doctor. I believe you’ve learnt your lesson…’

He smirked at Iplier’s small flush and shiver as they walked. Google knew he’d still get ridiculed. However, the satisfaction he had circulating through him would keep him going for a while yet…and when it ran out? Well, he’d just need to get himself a top up.

okay there’s long and then there’s this. i mean jfc once i started i couldn’t fucking stop I THINK I HAVE A PROBLEM but yeah tell me what ya think and send me suggesties for stuff you’d like, mk luv yous xx 😂