Google IRL

Chapter 42: Worst Fiends

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"G-Google! How could you!"

I dashed to Felix's side. He was lying directly on the ground. My eyes shot Google a inconsolable stare, "you can't just kill people like that!"

Google grinned. "He is not unstable. He is alive, with the full capability to exhale carbon dioxide into the atmosphere."

I gritted my teeth. "What do you mean, he's still alive?"

"The weapon I used is similar to what the dream simulator did to your mind. It is not a bullet. It is a shot that takes out any sign of sinitite. Forgive me," He spoke deeply.

I looked over to the other Google who had Mark's neck in his grasp. Obviously, that couldn't be the Google I know.
With a thrust, my aim of the gun went to the other Google irl, and my finger jammed down the trigger. With a bam, the Google irl fell over onto his back. It was a loud clash in which you could tell he was a goner.

"Are you ok Mark?" I asked worredly. Mark rubbed at his neck.

"I was gonna shoot it anyhow. I just couldn't stop looking at that sexy face," He replied.

My eyes affixed to the shot Google irl laid on the ground. It would make sense, that Google looked exactly like him. Though, was sexy, necessary?

I rolled my eyes and lugged up Felix over my shoulder.
I cringed at the extra weight I'll have to deal with. Speaking of weight, where's Tobuscus at? What's Jack doing?

I glanced behind me. I couldn't help but groan when I saw Jack on the ground too. Google must have shot him as well. But not with a bullet---the shot that takes out sinitite, whatever that was.

"Mark, can you take Jack?" I asked. Mark nodded in a happy way.
He must be glad Jack was in fact alive still. Even after getting shot by Google.

Mark pulled out a walkie talkie out of his leather jacket, an-- when did he get a walkie talkie?! Oh wait, I have one too.

"Toby, are you there?" He spoke into the speaker.

"Y--Yeah, I a---m at the o---er side of the mili---------se. It's-------ll of G---gle irls! I got a ho--------f a laptop. I know where a jet is, and I------get t----it. You guys will ha------to go through the ro----ts in order to get by." His voice was choppy from what I could hear.
It made me wonder what exactly was causing it in the first place.

"Okay Google," I ordered.

Google affixed his eyes to me and grinned lowly.

"Keep the sleeping beauties safe. We're gonna go in," I said.

"We don't have a lot of guns though," Mark retorted, "all I have left is a rifle. Toby is the one with the bazooka. I doubt he'd be brave enough to go in that military bitch and start mayhem."

"He said that there are more Googles in there, right? It's a military--- they should have weapons somewhere," I pressed.

"She has a very intelligent point, Mr. Fischbach," Google said to Mark.

"Yeah yeah, she does. Alright, I'll look for guns, you see how shitty it is inside, and Google stays here with Dumb and Dumber," Mark grinned.

I nodded, and held my fist out in front of him with a innocent, "brofist?"

"No."

"Ok," I murmured bluntly and brought my fist back down.
Party pooper ass hottie bitch man.

Mark was off, looking for weapons while I still stood beside Google.

"Be good," I said to him quickly, then ran my way down to the large metal door.
This military base looked like the Avenger's base I saw from Ant Man.

I gently pushed the slide of a door open a peek, and looked inside. Strange enough, I didn't see any Google irls inside. Perhaps they were all chilling at the other end of the building, where Toby is at.

I pulled out my walkie talkie, and pressed the button before bringing it up to my ear.

"Hello? Mark?" I spoke into it. The device needed to be hit a couple times to get the dust out of it.

"Y---h, right here," He said in a cracked voice.

"There aren't any Google irls over here at my side. Do you see any from your side?"

"I can't s----m to g---- a peek inside. I haven't seen any weapons y--t."

"Did you t----" I was cut off;

"Wait! I found s------thing!"

I sighed happily. That was a relief.
It wasn't a relief when I heard a scream through the speaker.

"Mark?! Are you there?!" I grew frantic and brought the walkie talkie closer to my ear anxiously.

"G--t o----f! S-----! D----mmit!"

"Mark get out of there!" I yelled into the speaker.

"Don't wor---y! I'll be o---er t---"

His voice completely cut off.

I banged on my walkie talkie to get more dust out.
"Come on you piece of shit," I whispered quickly and brought the device to my ear once again.

"Mark?"

"...."

I couldn't hear his breathing through the speaker, but it was like the walkie talkie was practically stomped on.

I ran back to our original spot, where Google was walking around, bored.

"Google Google Google google!" I chanted my way as I ran to him. I quickly grasped his shirt collar.

"Mark is in danger, something happened, I don't know what, it was scary, his walkie talkie, I don't know what to do, he said he'd be ok or that he'd be over, he stopped talking--" I rambled on and on.
He didn't try to cut me off.

I took a deep breath.

"I need your help, Google."

He grinned.

"What is it you need assistance with?"

"I need you to be disguise as a dumb robot and go in there. We can save Mark."

"You specifically ordered me to stay with the sleeping beauties," He replied.

"Forget about it--" it was starting to pour little drops of rain, "--we're going in there."

Google nodded.

"Takes a Google to kill a Google," I joked and playfully punched his arm.

"I do not understand."

Enjoy meh monkeys (._. )
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