Overridden: A Googleplier X Child! Reader X Bingsepticeye (Complete)

Chapter Ten

Tim sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the tub, smiling happily. He drew small circle in the layer of bubbles on the water, watching as Sam sat on the little seat at the back of the tub, pant legs rolled up to his knees, sweatshirt discarded on the floor, leaving him in a plain shirt. He scrubbed at (Y/N)'s scalp, hair gathered at the top of their head, as they held the bubbles in their hands, blowing at them to make them fly, giggling when they landed on Tim. He grinned widely at how happy they were, seeing how only a few minutes prior Bing was soothing them. Their eyes were still puffy, and nose still red and runny. But, at least they were having fun.
   "Alright," Sam huffed, reaching for the detachable shower head, turning on the water. "Close your eyes, and don't open them. Got it?"
   (Y/N) shut their eyes, then nodded, holding their breath. 
   Sam ran the warm water over their head, running his fingers through the hair to help the shampoo slide out of their hair. The suds took all of the oils, and dirt away, leaving (Y/N)'s hair looking clean, and healthy. He stopped the water, waiting for (Y/N) to stop sputtering and wiping their eyes before running conditioner through their hair. They looked at Tim in question.
   "That's conditioner. It makes your hair soft, and shiny."
   "Oh," they blinked, then reached up to touch it, but Sam lightly smacked it away. They frowned lightly, and dropped their hand, making a small splash in the water.
   "Unplug the tub, please," Sam murmured, turning the shower head back on.
   (Y/N) reached over, and did as instructed, then sat back, eyes shut as Sam rinsed out their hair again. He stopped the water once done, then stood, accepting the towel from Tim when he stood, quickly wiping his arms and legs off before towel drying (Y/N)'s hair off. He stood them up, quickly drying off their body. He stepped out, handing them their new pajamas. With the help of Tim, they climbed into the pants, then slipped the shirt on, smiling at the (F/C), and white stars scattered around the fabric.
   "Tim, can I get something to eat?" They asked quietly, taking his hand as he led them out.
   Tim smiled, brushing his brown hair out of his face. "Of course. How does a quesadilla sound? Its a tortilla shell with cheese on the inside. I think we have some ground beef I can put in there, too."
   Their eyes lit up, and they nodded rapidly. "Yes, please!"
   "Then let's go," Tim picked them up, placing them on his shoulders, jogging down the hall. "To the food, Captain!"

   "How do I get her to trust me again, Bing?"
   Bing glanced over at Google, lounging in the chair in the back yard. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing smoke into the gentle breeze. "You have to be gentle, Google. You have to be protective, supportive, and teach them things with patience. Something you lack."
   Google scowled, watching him. Smoking has been a rather new thing for Bing, one that he didn't quite understand. But it was Bing. Who knew with him? "Great. Thanks for that information. Now, how am I supposed to show that I care?"
   Bing shrugged, flicking the ashes into the bowl on the metal table next to him. "That's up to you," he gazed out across his small yard. Although small, it was abundant with flowers, plants, and bugs. Tim's little garden. A small smile found its way onto Bing's mouth, quirking the corners up. 
   Google frowned, then stood. He was getting tired of Bing's laid back attitude. He wasn't worried. It was like he didn't care, when he seemed to care a hell of a lot back at his place. He was done. He strode into the house, making sure his exit was known to Bing. He turned to the kitchen, watching Tim make food for (Y/N). He sighed, knowing that the sudden plan in his mind might backfire. But, it would allow him to have all of (Y/N)'s time with him, without any distractions or swaying. But it would have to wait until tonight.
   Google ran a hand through his hair, already making plans.