11//Frail

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Your POV.

I stare at Google. His face was ripped off. There's no way I could fix him on my own. Hell, is he even alive?

"Google...? Please, w-wake up..." I kneel down and hold his head delicately for a moment.

"Google..."

I stare for a moment more and let go of his head. I sit down next to his body, and hold his hand. God. God, why? What happened to Google? Please, make him come back. I start to sob.

He's gone. Google isn't coming back.

I lost the one thing- no... the one person I cared about. 

"Google... P-Please, boot up a-and come back." I wiped some tears away, but they kept coming, running down my face. I held onto his hand tighter, expecting some movement from him.

Please, Google... please...

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Google's POV, surprisingly.

I can't see or hear anything. I can't feel if someone is touching me or not. I can't even feel my own body. I'm literally trapped in a shell. There must be something I can do. I quickly go over what's left of my system, and I search for any openings.

Ah! (Y/N)'s phone! Oh, no no no, it's not in reach! Where is it, where is it?! I think she took it... I'm screwed. Without her phone, I can't even make a connection to save myself. How can I-... oh? Oh! It's in reach! She must be in the room! Okay, come on, I just gotta... and... okay... she can't leave the room for 10 minutes. God, as cruel as this sounds, I hope (Y/N) stays with my body and cries over it. She'll be there forever if she could.

Hiiii! I'm back, Google-boy! I sure as HELL am not pleased with you! What were you fucking DOING?!

Regaining control so you don't hurt (Y/N), you sick bastard.

Oh, yes, because I would do such a thing! It's you who she's afraid of, you know.

Yes, because you're terrifying her.

No, no. You don't understand; she is scared of you; your face, your body, you. Now, if you were stuck into some other model-

Shut up! I'm not some mix-and-match doll! I'm a normal person just like everyone else.

Oh, are you, now? What about our face, huh? Human skin can't do that.

Yeah, okay, maybe not... b-but shut up, still! Okay?!

Sheesh, fine. I'll be messing with unimportant codes, okay? Cool, cool.

Goddamn. I am real. I am. I'm not an animatronic, inhuman thing. I check back on how much time is left; 2 minutes. Good, and the phone is still in reach, too. Closer than before, but that's even better. 

God, how is she going to react once her phone comes alive?! I hope she doesn't toss it across the room. She'll kill me if she does that. Auuughhh... come on, Google, think! What can you do... ah! Text her before I try to speak, yeah! Okay, that'll work. Yeah, yeah.

I check back, and it's done; I'm ready to transfer myself to her phone.

Well... here goes nothing.

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Your POV.

I wipe away some tears, and just stare down at Google. I'm so afraid to take him to Google Inc. What if they give me a replacement and dump him? I don't want that. Anything but that. There's gotta be something... m-maybe I can persuade them to let me keep him, and just have them fix his face while I watch? Maybe...?

I sigh, and my phone buzzes. I take it out of my pocket and notice a message from Unknown. Hmm... straaange...

< Hello! Is this Ashley?

Ashley? Who's that?

< Sorry, I meant (Y/N). You have auto-correct enabled.
< Wait, (Y/N), listen, it's me, Google. Please don't freak out, just read.

Although absolutely horrified that this person would be Google, who is clearly... gone... I read what they had to say.

< I need you to step away from my body, and get me to your internet router. From there, I'll disable him completely. That's when you can take me to Google Inc. to repair me. Yeah, I understand I said I hated those bastards, but they're the only people who can fix me.

I sit in silence. I really don't know what to say.

< (Y/N), please. Get away from my body, and take me to your internet router. Hurry, I can feel him regain control!

I get up quickly and head to my router, unsure what to do from there.

< Good, good. Give me 5 minutes to connect...

I wait there and turn my head every few moments, afraid of 'Google' attacking me. I really don't know what's going on, and I'm freaked out beyond belief. Wait... WAIT A MINUTE!

HEY, ACTUALLY, LISTEN BUDDY, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???? >

< (Y/N), it's me, Google. Seriously, I'll explain when I get put back in my own body.

NOOO NONONO, YOU TELL ME NOW OR I'M DISCONNECTING YOU FROM MY INTERNET >

< No, you really don't want to do that!
< . . .
< Fine, I'll tell you. I'll call while doing this transfer.

My phone rang, and 'Unknown Caller' popped up. I answer it, and I'm greeted with static and horrible noises.

"(Y/N)? Is-s-s-s that you-ou? Goo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ood. Don't go near tha-a-a-at Google."

"Why not, huh?" I cross my arms and stare at the caller ID - blank, of course.

"That's not-t-t the Google you like. That's a vir-ir-ir-irus. Something infected me, and I ha-ha-ha-have no idea how it got-t-t-t in my system. I'm trying to atta-a-ack it from the internet by over-er-erloading myself and stunning i-i-it for a while. I'm not sure how long it's g-g-gonna last, but it should give you enough time to dr-dr-dr-dr-dr-drive to Google Inc. Next town from here, by the way. I saved it in your ma-aps."

I stay silent. Well, this sure sounded like Google. I guess I do have to trust him... trust my phone?- however the hell that'll work.

"Okay, (Y/N). I'll pull up Go-o-o-oogle Inc. Get in your ca-a-ar and let's go."

I walk to the door and grab the car keys hanging up, and practically rush to my car. Leaving a murderous robot shell in my house? In my room? Good idea, (Y/N). That's gonna go over SO VERY WELL!! Shit, okay, getting distracted here.

"Drive dow-w-wn to Highway 74. From there, it'll be the Free-e-e-e-eway, and you'll want to ta-a-ake Exit 42C. Let's go, qui-i-i-ick! I think he got up!"

I hop in the car and start it, quickly pulling out and making my way to the highway.

I hope I can get him fixed in time.

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