"Where are you taking me?!" The YouTuber struggles, kicks, and thrashes around, trying to escape from the hands of his kidnappers.
"Shut it, Markus." Replied one tall, masked man.
"It's Mark- Ou-... ooughhh..."
Mark heaves. His poor body can't keep handling all the kicking to his stomach.
"Stand up." One of the other kidnapper lifts him up to stand, but Mark stumbles to keep his footing.
"Give... me a-... hnnnnng..." Was all he could breathe out, and unfortunately, was slapped - hard - right after.
"I said; STAND. UP."
The YouTuber wearily stood up on his own. He swayed, but was able to stand.
"How's my prized-possession, and the new face of the Google IRL's?" A disembodied voice spoke.
"He's refusing to cooperate, but he is doing well." The taller one spoke out.
"Good, good. Have him walk up to me. I need to see if he's been treated well, and it looks like he hasn't."
The kidnappers release Mark and push him forward. He stumbles and falls to the ground, breathing heavily.
"Both of you; off you go. You have done well and deserve a break."
The kidnappers leave, and Mark is alone with the disembodied voice.
"Please," He begs, still lying on the ground. "let me go. I'm not good for Google. I-I'm old... and... worn out... and not useful anymore... please, please, let me go..."
"It seems you've been beaten. Did they not treat my prized-possession well?"
"I'm... I'm not your 'prized-possession'. I'm nobody's... I'm my own..." Mark sighs out.
The disembodied voice laughs. "Dearest Markiplier, you are Google's property now. Don't you remember? Surely you do."
"No... I wouldn't sign myself... up to whatever... the hell this is..."
"Of course not, no. You made an entire video on our idea, and you match the job perfectly!"
"Y-You mean... my video... 'Google IRL'?"
"Yes! You are the perfect match. Of course, though, there'd be no way you'd want to come here willingly, so we took matters into our own hands."
Mark heaved and pushed himself to sit upright, holding onto his injured stomach. "My friends... My family... They're looking for me... and you'll be fucked..."
The disembodied voice laughed again, sounding much closer to Mark than before.
"Oh, Markiplier! You must not understand how things work around here. Good thing I'm here to show you! Oh, Murhata!"
A tall, muscular man, wearing all white with the Google Logo in the middle of his shirt, comes out from the dark, and walks over to Mark, who is cowering in fear.
"Murhata here will take care of you and show you around while I get everything set up to make the next big thing with these IRL's!" The disembodied voice laughs as Murhata picks up Mark, tosses him over his shoulder, and takes him through a set of doors.
Mark, on the other hand, is too weak to fight back, and silently curses out to Google in his head.
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No POV.
"Hey, Google, when is the nearest rest stop from where we're at?" (Y/N) asks, her eyes still on the road.
"The nearest rest stop is approximately 9.3 miles away. Would you like to redirect the trip to there?"
"Yes, please. Just for a moment, I need to pee."
"Redirecting... Turn right in 9.1 miles to take exit 65. You will arrive at your destination at the Quik-2-Stop Mart."
"Thank you, Google." She gives him a pleasant smile and he returns it back.
Google's 'G' blinked a few times, then glowed a red hue. She takes a quick glance at him, concerned.
"Google, honey... I don't think your 'G' was always red, is everything okay?"
"It happens when there is something wrong, news-wise. I'll pull up the article..."
A hologram pops up in front of him. "Local Rancher (Y/N) Kidnaps popular YouTuber 'Markiplier'? Oh no. They think I'm Mark!"
(Y/N) nearly slammed the breaks on the empty road. "No way, you're pulling my fucking leg."
"'Authorities say they have spotted the two on the run to California after taking him across the country from Ohio.' Come on, we know Ohio doesn't exist." He gives the irritated driver a small nudge.
"Google, no time to be funny. Are you sure you're not messing with me...? Is this for real?"
He looks back at the article and nods. "This is for real..." It pops away. "I am so sorry."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."
"I did, though. I should've stayed at the factory. I deserve to. Pull over, please."
Google looked like he was about to cry. (Y/N) slows down and pulls over, putting the car in park, and setting the parking break, just in case.
"Google..." She puts a hand up to his face, but he takes it delicately and puts it down on the centre console, intertwining their hands.
"No, (Y/N). You deserve a much better life. You could be back home and safe instead of being here with a death trap."
"Google... I don't want that simple life. Not anymore. I'm so happy you came to me, and I'm-"
"Please, (Y/N). Don't... don't make me feel better with the kind words. I know deep down you want to go home... and, frankly, I think you should."
She was dumbfounded. "What? No. No, Google, I can't. I won't. We're doing this together. They may think I kidnapped Mark, but trust me, we'll find the Real Mark. No need for these tears, sweetheart." Her soft voice calmed Google down a bit. "I made a promise to you the moment I met you. I wouldn't return you to Google Inc. for any reason-" (Y/N) scrunched her face. "Aside from the virus fiasco, which I had 0 control over... I don't have any plans of returning you ever again. You're stuck with me until-"
"-The day we power off. Or, I power off, and... You know." He chuckled and gave (Y/N) a kiss. "Let's go. You're almost at your destination."
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Fanfictionthe sequel to 'A Little Too Personal'. your newfound AI love, who you thought looked familiar earlier, indeed is somebody familiar. in fact, that somebody has his own channel, called "Markiplier", who hasn't posted since last year. you decide to see...
