script shipping • the host x googleplier

deep breaths.

before i start, this one shot contains the mention of an anxiety attack, or basically where one character has one, and which one it is, i will not specify, it'll be simple to find out.

now, i know everyone has different ways/types of anxiety attacks, they're not all the same, i'm just doing this for the sole purpose of a fanfiction, so, before you attack me, be sure to understand, i, myself have never had a full on anxiety attack so i'm only going with what i know.

continue if you wish.

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It was as if he was being weighed down by a bunch of bricks on his shoulder and he couldn't get them off and be free and roam around normally. He didn't understand why he was.. breaking down, why he was breathing so heavy and he felt so... vulnerable.

Host was on his knees, trying to catch his breath, but, it seemed to fail, and he didn't know what to do. For the first time in forever, he didn't know what to do. Host seemed to lift his head right when another ego had turned the corner, holding a cup of what the Host could only assume was a coffee.

Although, upon Goth's eyes falling onto Host, he froze in place, "H-Host! What's wrong?!" He seemed concerned and worried for the poor narrator, all Host did was shake his head and continue to breathe heavily, Goth's voice fading in and out, he felt as if he was being pulled into darkness, he was being held back by long arms that didn't want to let go, but instead, make him suffer.

Goth dropped the mug and ran off, "Google!"

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As Host felt that he was gonna collapse on himself, he froze when a soft yet strong hand landed on his shoulder, "Host.." It was like his voice broke through the unbreakable barrier, and Host could hear Google's voice, "Host, it's me, it's okay, you're having an anxiety attack, I think, it's all I can think of what may be wrong with you." Google decided that may not help, so he shook his head and slowly pulled Host into a hug as they sat on the floor, "I'm here, okay? You're not alone... Breathe, Host, breathe.. in and out.. slowly.. you're with me.." Host trembled whilst in the androids embrace, but did as he said and took in a deep breath, he kept doing that and eventually lost count of how many times he had done it.

"There you go, you're doing good." Host felt as if he was being pulled away from the arms that held him back, he was pulled back into reality, he was.... okay. Those bricks were slowly breaking and falling off his shoulders, he wasn't being held back anymore, he wasn't.. scared and vulnerable, he was okay.

Host slowly pulled away from the embrace with Google and cleared his throat, "My apologies, Google, I.. didn't know this would happen," Google immediately shook his head, "They happen randomly, it's perfectly fine, Goth has them all the time, I'm glad he was the one to find you." Google sighed softly as he stood up, helping Host stand up afterwards.

"Well, thanks for helping me, I don't know how I'll ever repay you for helping me in a time like that." Host sighed softly, Google was always there when he needed it, it seemed, "There's no need, it's what friends are for, no?"

"Hm, I suppose you're correct, Google."

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i really don't know why i did this.

gost is still my otp don't touch me????

-sam 💕