One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes

Bingiplier x reader (Pog)

A/N don't you dare judge me okay? It's late and I had an idea and thought it would be funny, god I hope this doesn't turn out like shit. Okay it's morning and I just gotta say, I have no memory of writing this. But I, still gonna upload it cause I thought it was kinda funny.

"Ya know bro that's pretty pog! I'm proud of you man."
That one sentence, who knew so much havoc and chaos could sprout from such a simple statement.

It had been two weeks, so far on my stay here, I've nearly gotten shot who knows how many times, I was stabbed with a knife, I experienced a demon temper tantrum when said knife was confiscated from a stabby green boi and I made a life long friend. Bing and I had been destined to be best pals, we were practically the same. Apart from one of us has flesh. We had exactly the same thoughts and we were always in sync.

"Wait what does that word mean? Pog?"
Now this had caught me by surprise. He was an internet browser, shouldn't he practically know every single thing? So I explained it to him, I mean what possible harm could come from such a simple word.

And then, Bing had the idea. Oh the very best idea. So we started off small, just slipping it into our sentences with each other. No one noticed, or cared enough to bring it up. So we moved up a step. We used it I'm sentences with other egos around the house. Oh to see them smile and nod like i had just spoken Japanese. And still they had not addressed it. We would have to move up to the final step, and we were prepared to die.

It was Friday. The day of the annual ego meeting. We knew this was a bad idea, but we couldn't stop ourselves, this would be worth death. And so the meeting began. We laid low for the start, I made the first move.

"Ya know Wilford, that pitch was pretty damn pog. I was straight up vibing."
The room had fell into a deathly silence, I could feel pairs of eyes boring into my skull, I didn't even need to think hard about who it would be.

The next idea pitcher was up, Google. Poor old man Google. We were definitely gonna die.

"Yeah Googs, gonna have to stop ya there. I feel like you're just up in here vibe killing. That's so not pog bro."
And with that we broke into uncontrollable fits of violent laughter. We had begun to calm down, until we made eye contact from across the room. We ended up laughing more violently than before.

"Will someone please escort these children out of here. Clearly they are not fit for the adults table."
He didn't have to tell us twice, we both retreated in a flash, our laughter echoing down the hall behind us.

Bonus scene:

"Now that those children are gone.................will someone please explain to me what pog means. I have so many questions."
"Yeah I'm with emo depression over here, I have no clue what those kids are saying most of the time. I tend to just nod."
"Well it's official, we are doing this. Okay Google. What is the definition of the word pog?"