Suspicious Minds [Darkiplier/Markiplier x Reader]

Chapter Nine: Someone New

You and Mark determined that creepiplier was harmless, therefore the idea of locking him up was relinquished. Sometimes you would run into him while walking the halls and he would talk to you with his signature slobbering.

Overall, he wasn't too bad. It would be great if a stronger ego was on your side, but that most likely wasn't going to happen. Everything was easier when the only egos around were Dark and Wilford before he lost his mind. Then again, Wilford had always been off his rocker.

For now, you needed as much peace and quiet as you could get. You were exploring the bunker like the good ole days. You believed you had almost everything mapped out as you had yet to find a new room.

You were currently in a hall that had mostly storage rooms that were full of boxes. You had previously peaked in one of the boxes, finding a woman's tattered and bloodied shirt. After that, you stopped looking in the boxes.

You saw a door that you didn't recognize. You pressed forward, cautiously opening the door. The room was bathed in shadow, the light from the halls seemed to end where that room started. You used your phone's flashlight to illuminate the room. Now able to observe the room, you are startled by what you see.

Googleplier was laying on the ground, flat on his back with his eyes closed. He had on a red shirt with his signature "G" in the center.

You text Mark, "You need to see this." You look around the room and see the storage room's number. "13-B. Hurry." (PGxDj12 I told you 13-B would be v important. I hope you like your seat *wink wonk*)

10 minutes pass before you hear footsteps rapidly approaching you. You had been sitting, leaning against the wall, while you stared at Google. He looked different from the original, he seemed new and as if he hadn't been tampered with. Mark finally finds the open storage room and walks in.

"What...did" He says, trying to catch his breath, "you... oh." He stops when he sees what you're shining your flashlight on.

"How did he get here?" You asked, standing up alongside Mark. "I deactivated him at Warfstache's."

Mark examines him for a minute, trying to find any form of identification. After a minute or so, Mark approaches the android's stagnant form, turning Google on his stomach. He pulls down his shirt collar and he sees a number tattooed onto his neck.

"G-2.0" Mark says aloud, backing away from Google. You give him a questioning look.

"Is he a duplicate or something?" You raised a brow, crossing your arms.

"Probably." Mark shrugged, not giving any further incite. You rolled your eyes. Why does he know so little about his own goddamn egos?

"What do we do with him?" You queried, a part of you wanting to simply leave him here.

"We could activate him." Mark responded in a nonchalant tone.

"Yeah, but what if he's like the original Google?" You didn't feel like turning Google on (heh) was a good idea. "Y'know, the killer robot?"

"Google's never actually killed someone. Besides, I might be able to reprogram him." Mark contemplated the idea, but it seemed like he already made up his mind.

"I don't think we should take the risk." You frowned, thinking of everything that could go wrong.

"If he's on our side, he would be extremely useful." Mark raised his eyebrows, "The benefits outweigh the risks."

"Fine," You buckled, knowing how stubborn Mark can be. "If I die, it's your fault."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." He rolled his eyes (What a sassy Sue). "I would never let that happen, anyways."