[COMPLETED] A Little Too Personal (Googleplier x Reader)

12//Sadistic Hunter

Your POV.

I drove to where Google told me to drive, still worrying about the body in my house. Hm, maybe I should have names for these two; Google is Google, and that Evil Google is Elgoog? Nahhh, to silly. Hmm... Maybe just Goog? Yeah, I think that'll do, for now. Damn. Hopefully it won't be those stupid "I can't tell whos' who!!" in the shows and movies. I'm getting distracted.

"(Y/N), turn r-r-r-r-right at the next li-li-ight." Google informs me. I still couldn't believe this was happening. Something inside Google was coming after me, and was about to murder me. Did- oh, turn right here.

Did he suppress those feelings of murder to save me? Or, was it something else that wanted to kill me? This hurts my head so much. This... this hurts me... emotionally...

"Hey! A-a-are you okay-ay-ay? You'll need to t-t-turn left, and then-n-n the Goo-oo-oogle Building will be on the ri-ri-right. Please, I don't kno-o-o-ow where He is. We must-st-st hurry!"

"Right, yes, okay. Turning left here-" I turn on my indicator and turn left. I see the Google Building in clear view.

"We're here, Google. What now?"

"Go ins-s-s-si-i-ide. We're gonna ha-ha-have a talk with them-em."

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Goog's POV. (In 3rd person, and his speech is bolded for purposes.)
(Masturbation happens. If you don't like it, then skip to ">>".)

"I lost that fucking girl and Google. I can't track them down anywhere." He stood up, and balanced himself in his semi-new body. Goog huffed in annoyance and anger. "God damn... I can't wait to get my hands on that bitch... yeah... I'm gonna have a fun time with her..." He grinned. "Cut her up good... mmm, watch her flail and scream..." Goog reached back blindly for the bed, and sat down at the edge of it, his grin never leaving. "Y-Yeah, ohh~..." He shuffled around on the bed and slid a hand down his pants, making himself shudder.

"Hnng, the thought... of her crying... in p-pain~..." Goog pulled down his pants and palmed his now-noticeable bulge. "... mmm, the thought of me fucking her in pain, ohh, baby, what a deal~." He slid the hand down his underwear, and hitched his breath. "Oh, God, yeah... T-The p-pleasure~..." Goog pulled down the underwear, and bit his lip, looking at his own cock. "Looks like I scored a big one~." He loosely gripped it, and growled.

"Oh, yes, p-please... just let me fuck (Y/N) as she begs to stop hurting her, mmm, all the cuts and bruises on her, she'll be the perfect angel I'd ever see~..." He stroked it, almost immediately going faster and faster. "Ughn, ah, ah, ohhh~ f-fuck, (Y/N), l-let me-- s-see y-you cry in p-pain~, oh, oh, God~," Goog panted and moaned, shuddering as he got close to climaxing. "F-Fuck! Hhnnn, (Y/N), (Y/N)!!" He gasped, and tensed up, the pleasure taking over. "Auuhhhhhh~~....." Goog shivered, and panted, as a white, sticky fluid leaked over his cock. He stroked a few more times, then released himself. He breathed heavily as the fluid slowly trickled down to the floor.

"G-God, (Y/N)... I can't wait to get my hands on you..." He stayed on the bed for a few moments, taking in what he did. "That felt... so... good~..." Goog got up and gathered the pants and underwear in the opposite hand, and went to the bathroom to quickly clean up, slightly embarrassed at himself.

"I will find you, you sweet, sweet angel..."

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Your POV.

We walked into the building, and it looked like one of those badass cop movies, where they walk in slow-mo. I held Phone Google in my hand, and went to the front desk. The receptionist looked up from her desk. 

"I'm Google IRL. I de-de-demand to see my creator."

She looked at me, then the phone, and laughed. "Yeaaahhh... okay... and let me go and get Larry Page on the phone so he can personally talk to you."

I huffed, and explained the situation; Google IRL had a little virus of some sort, and I just need to get him fixed. She laughed again and shook her head.

"Listen, missy. You need to book an appointment, and then wait patiently for that date to come up. I can book you one... ah, yes, never because we don't accept psychopaths in our building. I'm calling security."

My phone buzzed, and I looked at it. Google wasn't on the call anymore, and I started to freak out. The receptionist also freaked out. Hey, wait, what-

"OH LORD HAVE MERCY! THE COMPUTER!!!" She swiveled her chair and jumped out. I took this chance and slipped into her workspace. Google's face was on the screen, his face glitching in and out.

"Hello. I ha-acked in while you t-t-two were talking. I'm getting the informa-a-a-a-ation we need. The IRL modules and-d models are in their baseme-me-me-ment. I'm downloading the info we need to your phone. Defen-en-end the plug to this compu-puter for 3 minutes." Google's face disappeared, and was replaced with a percentage bar; 45%.

I saw the receptionist talking to a security man, and pointed towards me. I realised now how many people are looking at me, and I freak out, thinking I'll be arrested. Oh, God. Will I be arrested? I never thought about that, I... Holy shit. I'm risking everything for Google. I'm- ah, 74%.

The security guy is walking towards me now. Come on, Google. Hurry, I don't wanna beat this guy up. 89%. He's taking something out of his back pocket. A gun? Hand-cuffs? Taser? Oh God, oh fuck. 97%. He's-

"Ma'am, I'm going to ask you to calmly step away from the computer, and to come with me. We'll get everything sorted out, okay?"

I freeze, and stare at him. I think he sensed my fear, and put away whatever was in his back pocket. He bent down so he could speak to me, face to face.

"My name is Jackson. If you come with me, I'll help you out with your problem, and we'll get this sorted out, okay? Mrs. Harima, the receptionist, would like her computer back. Can you give it back to her?" Jackson smiled, but I still couldn't move, despite telling myself to "FUCKING MOVE OR HE'LL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU". Of course, he wouldn't do that. That would be irrational. I looked at the computer for a moment, and saw the progress bar; 100%. We could leave now.

"Ma'am," Jackson's voice spoke into my thoughts. "Are you willing to let me help you?"

My phone buzzed in my pocket a few times. Wait, code, it was code; - • - -, •, • • •; 'Y-E-S'.

"Yes. We can go." I whisper, and that's enough for Jackson to grin, stand and back up, and let me stand. I pushed the swivel chair back into the desk, and followed him into an office. I've got to say, this has been the nicest encounter with a security guard I've met in years. I wonder why... Oh, no, he's not gonna do anything... bad, will he? No, no, Google said it was okay to go with him. Unless, he meant no? Oh, fuck, did I fuck myself? Please, God, let this be a normal guy with no lust or murderous intentions towards me! Please?

Jackson stopped at a door marked "EMPLOYEE'S ONLY". He unlocked it, and dragged me inside. He took off his hat, and fixed his hair. "So," he looked at me. Examining me? Please, please don't do anything bad. "are you Miss (Y/N)?"

Huh? Unexpected twist, I don't even know this guy. "Uh... y-yeah? N-no, wait, I mean, uh..." My phone rang, and I saw it was from "Unknown". I answered almost immediately.

"(Y/N), it's fine. I know Jackson." Google answered, and I sighed, relieved. Jackson was at the vending machine, and punched in some numbers, getting Doritos, a CLIFF bar, and a fruit roll-up.

"Sit, (Y/N). We both have a lot of explaining to do. Google, do your thing."

I pulled up a chair and sat at the table. Google stayed on the line, doing whatever it was he was going to do. For a moment, the lights flickered, and the cameras in the room flashed. Once, twice, then no more.

"Audio and Recording is disabled." Jackson says, munching on his own pack of Doritos, then sat down at the table, too. "Feel free to have these." He pushed the three snacks over to me, then continued eating the Doritos. "We're gonna be here for a bit. Google and I have a lot to explain to you."

I gulped, and opened the CLIFF bar, nibbling at it.

I'm gonna have one helluva trip listening to this, aren't I?

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