Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots/Imagines

Reprogrammed (Bingsepticeye X Robot!Reader)

Suggested by: FighterKitty

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Year 10, month 9, day 27, hour 1400, your internal clock read. You looked up from the corpse and to the sky, where you saw flying animals.

Species confirmed: Crow. You didn't care. You had to hide the body.

Dragging the man behind a dumpster, you smiled to yourself as you realized you had just rid the world of one more pesky human. Secondary objective is to destroy mankind.

This wasn't the first thing you had killed. This was your tenth year since you had been made, after all. If this, in fact, was your first kill, you would have been disassembled long ago. Version 1.4 of the IRLs were supposed to be highly adaptive and efficient at whatever they were programmed to do. You, obviously, were programmed to kill. Every time you did, you never cared. You didn't have emotions, and your heart- or the cold metal gears that replaced the area your heart was apparently was supposed to be- was never active. You were a cold and calculated killing machine, quite literally. You could spot the ten+ locations to dump a body to hide or make it look like an accident, and the amount of witnesses active in the area at any given time. It was something you prided. You, after all, were the most high-tech bot there was- apart from Googleplier himself. He updated himself often so he could keep building more IRLs.

You had been made by Google, the first of the IRLs. He had made more and more, having a primary objective to make sure people trusted them, to be replaced a few months later with their secondary objective. Every IRL's was the same; destroy humanity.

IRLs had been out for quite a long time now, and yet no one seemed to suspect that all the disappearances and murders were from them. They were cheap, and friendly. Well, as far as humans knew. Then again, they were all idiots.

"Hello," came a greeting behind you. Instantly, red words flashed in front of you.

Secondary objective put on standby.

You turned around with a smile, the one you had been practicing so people would trust you.

"Hello, sir. May I be of any service to you?" you asked the man, droning the same words as you did each time a human came up to you.

"Yes, actually," he smiled, and grabbed your hand. "I was wondering if you could come with me."

"I am sorry, sir, but I am waiting for my owner to come out from his meeting. If I were to leave my post, it would be against my commands," you explained to him in fake sadness. The man you had just killed and put behind the dumpster was your ex-owner.

"Actually, your owner was put into the green dumpster right behind you exactly 4 minutes and 32 seconds ago," he corrected, looking at you quite smugly. You blinked, and the smile faded. How had you not seen him on your sensors? He wouldn't be invisible unless he was a robot, but that was impossible, he looked so lifelike. Sure, IRLs looked impressive, but there was always the tell-tale signs of the glowing blue eyes and the bar-code on its right wrist.

"What model are you?" you questioned him suspiciously.

"Oh, forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Bingsepticeye, and I am version 2.0 of IRLs," he told you. You felt yourself get flustered, and your scanners fuzzed up a bit.

"That must be incorrect. I am version 1.4, and as far as I know, I am the most updated version of the IRLs," you corrected him as you looked at him properly for the first time.

Bing had yellow hair at the top and brown at the sides, and glowing yellow eyes. He had a kind smile, what looked real, and was wearing a yellow shirt with blue jeans. What almost every IRL wore.