Crimson (Googleiplier × Reader)

Chapter V

{Edited}

Your POV

"(Y-)(Y/N)?" Dylan said, worry written all over his face as he bent down next to you, using his pointer finger and thumb to lift your chin. "(N/N) {nickname}, what's wrong? Did Mark do something? Tell me. What happened (N/N)." The last time he said it, it wasn't a question. You shook your head, tears spilling out of your eyes.

"I...I remembered something, Dylan..." You said. You and he had been friends since you were in diapers. Literally. He was your babysitter. He knew about your father and had been there to help you forget. To erase.

Dylan's eyes grew glassy as a tear fell, splashing onto the wooden floor."(Y/N), what happened? Tell me exactly what made you remember." He demanded gently but firmly. You choked out a sob before beginning to recite the evens of the last fifteen minutes. He shook his head and looked away when you mentioned your father, but you left out the parts about Dark for some reason. You really didn't know why, you two had shared everything, no secrets whatsoever. Yet you just couldn't do it. As if something was holding you back. After ending with you running out of Mark's place, you stopped and cried some more.

"Dylan, his face killed me. I knew I hurt him by doing that, but I just couldn't stay. I... couldn't..." You said as he held you,  both of you still on the floor in front of the door.

"Don't worry (N/N). He won't be mad. And if he is, just tell me an' I'll kick his butt." {YuB doesn't curse in his videos besides hell and piss, and I don't want to ruin my image of him by making him curse in this :3}

You laughed and shook your head, thinking of your favorite rap he did while paying Bendy and The Ink Machine.

Searching everywhere for the little ink bottle
Once I find it, gonna run full throttle from the nightmare people in cartoon land 
Then, I'll chop off my hand
And throw it at 'im
Just to slow him down
It won't work and then I'll drown, in my blood flow
Ey girl, let's go....(etc.)

Almost as if he had read your mind, he patted your back and asked you if you wanted to watch that video then eat some food. You nodded at the thought of sugar right now. You decided to go with a bowl of cereal while watching the video, singing along to his little rap. Fifteen minuets later, there was a knock at your door. You froze.  Dylan looked at you and shook his head, putting his hand out as if telling you to stay. Listening intently, you hear him open the door, and then Mark's voice. You only caught bits and pieces.

"...she ok?"
"...no, not really...crying...I...your butt.
"...talk to her?...bad for...something.
Dylan shouted to you.  "You wanna talk to this guy, (N/N)?" He said.  Wiping your face and patting down your hair, you sighed heavily and said yes. You heard shuffling and then Mark walked into the kitchen, eyes widening as he saw your probably red puffy face.

"Oh, my... (Y/N), did I do something? Please, tell me what I did wrong. We can forget about all that if we nee-" you silenced him with a look when you heard him say 'forget about all that'.

"Look, Mark. It was nothing to do with you, but I'm not ready to tell you yet. Give me time, please. That's all I have anymore. Let me go to work, have a week to myself maybe, and then we'll see about hanging out, yeah?" You proposed tiredly.

"Y-yeah, of course. I...I'll text you later." He said. You cocked your head. He blushed a little. "I put my number in your phone last night and vise versa. You were asleep and I was bored so..." he trailed off when he looked at my face. "Welp, imma just show myself out. Your boyfriend can chill out and not look like he's gonna beat the shit out of me." Mark said, which earned him a laugh from you. "What?" He asked, flustered.

"Dylan is not my boyfriend. He's like my adopted brother who's nice and not a dick." You said. A look of relief washed over Marks face.

"Oh, right well, uhm...bye..." he said, quickly walking out of the kitchen with his head down. You felt really bad, but it had to be done. You needed this. Time. It really is all you have right now...

Google's POV

I watched her stand up and go to her room,getting ready for work. I had made myself invisible to all but Mark. When he waked passed me, he growled. "Touch her, you die." Before ducking out of (Y/n)'s  apartment.

Hmm. How about no? After all, I'm her friend. She'll want to see me. Even though I was invisible, I still had to sneak walk into her bedroom. She'd left the door open a little. I slid past it, Sucking in my gut so I didn't touch the door. There she was, laying on her bed. Already dressed. She didn't have to go to work for another hour so I walked over to her and lowered myself onto the bed. She jumped as she felt the bed dip beneath me.

"W-who's there?" She asked. I sighed and made myself visible. "Google!"she exlaimed, wrapping her arms around my neck. I froze. I thought she didn't remember me...?
She seemed to realize something and stiffened, letting go of me. "Why are you here. Huh? Last time you kidnapped me. I don't want anything to do with demons and robots or...or split personalities!" She said.

I chuckled. "Sweetie, do you really think I would've hurt you or kidnapped you if I didn't have a choice? No. I wouldn't have. Right now, I'm just here to comfort you." She blushed a little when I called her sweetie. Taking a brave shot, I opened my arms wide for a hug. (Y/N) hugs are the best... To my complete surprise, she tentatively wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me close. I activated my built in heater to warm her up before wrapping my arms around her. I could hear her sniffling. Gently, I patted her head. I wish we could always be like this... I thought, remembering the past. She loved hugs from me then. A few minutes later, she fell asleep in my arms so I layed her down. Standing up to leave, I felt her hand on my wrist. "Siri, don't go..." she said. I smiled as she used her nickname for me. Clearly her memory is there...she just doesn't know how to find it...
Lying back down on the bed next to her, she cuddled up next to me. I sighed. This is how she should be with me... Loving and caring and kind....

Your POV

"Siri, don't go..." You mumbled without thinking, still half asleep. You'd felt his warmth leave and was desperate to have that comforting feeling back. Why did I call him that...? You thought to yourself. You tried hard to remember where you heard that phrase, but nothing happened. You drifted off with Google by your side, stroking your arm... it felt right. Waking up thirty minutes later, you went to work early to get your mind off of things. You sent Google away and told Dylan you'd be back late.

??? POV (it's pretty obvious lol)

"GOOOOD  BYE AND THANK  YOU AUDIENCE AND ALL OTHER CONFOGURATION OF BEINGS. IM WILFORD WARFSTACHE. SEE YOU NEXT TIME." I finished the outro and stopped the recording. I did a little jig out of the room and saw Mark sitting in the couch. "Markimoo, I finished the video. Since your down for a week, I'll just take over 'em how about that huh?" I said, twisting my warfestache.

"Ueah, sounds great Wilford. Do whatever." Mark said, looking at nothing and sounding dull.

Who slept with his fans family and murdered them today? I thought. Prancing into the kitchen, I got an idea. I was gonna meet this girl today~

I know I know I know I know I know please don't kill me, it's short ik, and I left it at an awful part but I had to I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Love you Ciao!

Editing Lark: Not that tbh. Only two mistakes =)