More Then Just Mainframes And Wires// Septiplier

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//Woooooohoooo
Brand-fucking-new story! I really really love this idea and to be honest, besides the Author, Google is one of my favorite personalities Mark came up with. Thanks to my lovely co-writer, Galagoogoo, for reviewing this chapter for me before I even posted this story! So, I hope my Septiplier fans enjoy this story as much as Unpredictable, which, chapters are on the way for that story as well!

Much love,

-D ♡//

I huffed as I walked down the sidewalk, shivering at the cold night air. I still couldn't believe she just walked out on me. My beautiful girlfriend just... Left. She said she felt as if we weren't spending time together, which was indeed, my fault, but we could've worked it out, right? I sighed and ruffled my hair before thrusting my hands into my pockets.

I knew she wasn't coming back. Why would she come back to me? I'm just a workaholic asshole -her words, not mine. I sucked in a breath of cold air and released it, a puff of steam curling into the street light beam above me. I chewed my lip, happy to get out of the stuffy apartment and away from work for a minuet.

The streets were empty, my footsteps the only thing filling the silence and interrupting my thoughts. I stretched and yawned, just letting my mind wander to wherever it wanted. Which led me back to work. I still had to upload another video and I contemplated turning back. But something kept me moving forward.

At the time, what it was, I couldn't tell you. But I just mindlessly wandered, starting to relax. Until, I saw something in front of someone's house in their trash bin that made me squint, head tilted to the side to make out what it was. I cautiously moved towards the object until I made out an arm, a torso, and the side of a face.

I blinked. What the hell? I started to freak out a little. Was it a dead body?! I wanted to turn and book it back down the sidewalk, pray that the police didn't come after me and I forgot everything about this thing. I could change my name, dye my hair back to normal and move somewhere else to dampen suspicion of being involved, but I was strangely stuck in the one spot a few feet away from it.

Maybe it was a... Sex doll? That would defiantly be awkward. If it was me personally, I wouldn't just throw something like that away for the neighbors to wake up to the next morning while they're sipping their coffee and scratching their ass, out to get the newspaper. I would honestly move out of the country if that happened.

Well then, the only explanation was this thing was a robot. Imminently my mind turned to every horrible robot movie I'd seen where the robots rise up and take over the world. Would this...er, thing be the cause of that? When I finally mustered up enough courage, I approached the unknown human-like thing, standing in front of it.

It was a guy, who I had to admit, wasn't that bad looking. If anything, he was handsome. He had red floof that tumbled over his face and raven hair shaved at the sides. His eyes were closed, which I was thankful for, because this would've been kinda awkward if they weren't. He had a bit of scruff as well, along with he was wearing glasses. I looked the guy over until I noticed what looked like writing on his arm.

I carefully lifted his arm up and turned it over, looking to make sure his eyes were closed. When I confirmed they were, my attention went back to the writing. There was a bunch of codes seemingly tattooed into his skin, as well as 'Owned By Google Corp.' in gigantic bold letters stretching up his forearm. 

"Google...?" I whispered softly.

As soon as I said that, there was a ding and a deep, rumbling voice asking, "How may I be of service?"