No More (Googleplier x Reader)

4//Questions

Murhata carried the sleeping YouTuber to the end of the hall, and was greeted with a metal door. He carefully opens up the door, not wanting to disturb the sleeper, and walks into the room. It illuminated one area of the room; The Chamber room.

Murhata set Mark down in a spot so he wouldn't be found easily or immediately, and went off and ran to get some food and water.

Unfortunately, Mark snored, so he made some sound. The fortunate part was that either nobody heard, or simply didn't care. Plus the fact he was the only one in the room... supposedly.

Murhata comes back, food in one hand, and water in the other, and sits next to Mark. He takes out a little Pusheen the Cat notebook and a Hello Kitty pen from his pocket and writes a note-

"Dear sleeper, I have brought you some food and water. I, unfortunately, had to leave. I do not know what they will do to you, but I shall send prayers to God for when you get taken into The Chamber.

I do not know when we will meet again, but I do hope it will be soon.

I hope you enjoy the few consumables, and I hope you had a pleasant rest.

Farewell,

Murhata."

Murhata signs the paper and carefully tears it out of the notebook. He puts it under the water bottle and silently prays, blessing Mark, and leaving.

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Your POV.

"Connection lost. I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I cannot find a signal for directions."

I sigh, a little frustrated. Google fixed his voice box halfway into giving me directions, and I took a wrong turn. No biggie, right?

Wrong. We're in a bare-ass land, and Google can't connect to the internet. Oh, and did I mention it's getting close of being night? Yep, can't wait to hear the wolves howl.

"Sweatie, there should be a map in the glovebox."

"Searching... searching... located... ... did you call me 'sweaty?'"

I ignore his question out of pure tiredness. "Pinpoint where we're at. We should be... uh..."

"(Y/N), pull over."

I pull over and look at the map Google was holding.

"Why does this say Sweden?" He points to the clear print of 'Sverige'.

"Oh my God, we're lost." I put my head on the steering wheel. I'm so tired. "I'm so sorry I got us lost."

"Don't be. You're exhausted and have not slept. We were meant to arrive in California by 6pm, but I believe we can hold off and make it a two-day trip. Mark will be alright." Google ended his sentence with a hiss. Is he jealous of Mark already? Nooo... I'm sure it's nothing.

... wait, we shouldn't be-

"Switch spots. I will continue driving, you go ahead and take a nap."

I tilt my head. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't think I've charged you since I got you, and you've been running around and... well, always within my eyesight."

"(Y/N)! You don't think I'd go to a wall-outlet and charge myself while you slept?"

"I... well, I don't know what you do when..." I yawn. "... sorry."

"Switch spots. You need to sleep." Google unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. I tiredly do the same and walk to the other side. We both get in, put our seatbelts back on, and kiss.

"Goodnight, Google. Wake me up if you need anything."

"Goodnight, (Y/N). I will."

I yawn and adjust the chair to lean back, and I close my... eyes...

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"Mark? Mark, where are you?!"

"(Y/N)!"

I see him, clear as day in this dark, dingy factory. He's strung up to a huge computer, just like the one I went to with Google, Red, Jackson and M-4-R-K.

"Help me! Please"

I run forward, but a large G falls through the ceiling.

"Google Inc."

"Well, well, well!" It says, unable to move. "Look at who we have here!"

The surroundings change from the factory, to... outside...? Everything is shifting, but the G, Mark, and myself-

I'm in the 3rd-person view. I see myself, but I can't move myself! The G is slowly falling, and it's going to hit me! Move, damnit, move!

"(Y/N)!"

"Mark! Don't worry, I'll find a way!"

I shove myself away and...

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I jolt up, and look around. Where... oh. We stopped at another gas station? How long was I out for?

"Goodmorning, (Y/N)." I turn and see Google reading something off his hologram. Well, was; he looked up at me and smiled. "The time is currently 10:34pm. You have been asleep for 3 hours."

"O-Oh... okay..."

"Are you alright?" The hologram went away and he reached for my hand and held it.

"Yeah... no... ah, I had a... a dream? Vision?"

"'Vision'? As in, you saw the future?"

"Sort of... it was so... I'm sorry. I think I'm a little bit in shock."

"That's okay. We can talk later. I've been recharging using the hookup from outside." Google turns his head to show his neck with a long wire coming out from it, out the window, and connected to the building.

"Nobody's tried stealing it or running it over?"

"Google Inc. made them highly advanced, so any damage that happens immediately reverts like it's never happened before." He opens up the door. "Oh, and someone did try to, but they ran away after realising what I was. Excuse me for a moment, I'm at full charge."

"Okay..."

That... seems a little suspicious. Somebody running away after realising what Google was. It's like trying to steal something expensive, and then not going through to steal it. Somethings not right about that... and Mark... I at least know what the interior of the factory where they're holding Mark looks like. But it's not the same one we were at before.

Google returns and puts his charger in the back. "Are you ready to go?"

"Ah... uh, yeah. Yeah, let's continue."

"Your heartbeat sped up slightly. Is something wrong?"

"No, I'm okay... er, it's okay." I smile up at him, but he seems to be suspicious and raises an eyebrow at me.

"(Y/N), are you sure?"

"Okay, alright... I'm just thinking, that's all. I mean, about the factory, why they... you know... Mark n' all... and, it's... it's weird. Like,-... no, I'm sorry, I'm just overthinking things."

"It is okay." Google gives me a peck on the cheek, then faces forward. "Redirecting..."

Nothing really makes sense anymore. I mean, why we're even going after Mark in the first place, and why does Google know where he's at? Why... are we suddenly able to talk about him, too?

... seems like this story has a bunch of holes in it...

and I don't like it.

1150 words.