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

Chapter Twelve

(Y/N) blinked their eyes open, then turned onto their side, like they've done every morning, and stared at the wall. Except that wasn't the right wall. There was supposed to be a window on that wall, to the right of their gaze. Frowning, (Y/N) stared at the wall a little longer, then glanced down at the bed they were on, seeing that the sheets were a light blue-not the soft pink from Tim. The comforter was white, and heavy, keeping them toasty, and comfortable. Despite everything having been changed, they didn't want to move. They were so comfortable, warm, and still tired. Closing their eyes once again, they dozed, slowly drifting to sleep. Eventually, they forced themselves up, rubbing their eyes, deciding it was better to investigate, find someone, and stay close by. Maybe Sam was gonna make breakfast again.

Slipping out of bed, they dragged the white comforter off the bed, and wrapped it around themselves, staggering to the door, and opening it with a yawn. "Sam?" They called in question. "Tim? Bing?"

Nothing.

Frowning, and growing anxious, they padded out into the hall, then looked around, seeing that there were far less doors than Bing's home. They started to shake at the unfamiliarity, then raced to the living room. "Bing? Tim? Sam!" They spun, growing panicked. "Guys, th-this isn't funny," tears pricked the corners of their eyes. Collapsing, they sobbed into the blanket, breath hitching, shoulders shaking. Why did they leave? Why did they place her in a strange house? Although strange, there was some familiarity to it, but they couldn't place it. (Y/N) hid under the blanket, crying loudly. "Bing! Tim! Sam! Please, don't leave me alone! Google, don't leave me...!" They screamed from fear of abandonment, curling, and sobbing louder, their little voice muffled by the blanket. 

"(Y/N)?"

Scrambling out of the blanket, they ran for the voice, arms outstretched, tears blurring their vision. "Don't l-leave m-m-me," they cried, stopping suddenly, having hit the person's leg, hugging it tightly, sobbing into the pant leg. "I d-don't wanna b-be alone, again!"

Google looked down at them, blinking. He was out back, relaxing, and de-stressing, when he heard (Y/N) scream. He ran in to see what happened, and was surprised to see them on the floor, sobbing, and crying out for those they knew. He placed a gentle hand on their head, then crouched, their arms moving from his leg to his neck, still crying, and holding as tightly as they could. "I'm not ever leaving," he murmured, gently running his fingers through their hair.

(Y/N) looked up at him, and sniffed, frantically wiping their eyes. "Wh-what happened to S-Sam? Tim? B-Bing?"

Google smiled softly, as if to make the blow not so hard. "They didn't want you anymore, (Y/N). They were gonna hand you over to the police, and let them deal with you. I saved you," he pulled them into a soft hug, grinning. "You're going to be safe, happy, and you're gonna stick with me, okay?"

(Y/N) was silent, eyes wide, unable to believe the words he just spoke. They trembled, and shook, tears gathering in their (E/C) eyes again, mouth open in shock, but no noise came out. They stood, stiff, arms at their sides, staring at the wall over Google's shoulder. They... Didn't want me. They thought, wanting to collapse, and just sleep. Sleep forever. Why couldn't they just sleep forever, so then they didn't have to be a burden to other's? They tried to speak, but found themselves unable to, making a quiet strangling sound. They went limp in Google's arms, giving up. 

Google blinked, and pulled away to study them. "(Y/N)? Are you alright?"

(Y/N) didn't respond, just stared at whatever their gaze landed on, completely broken. Their tears streamed down their cheeks silently. They breath was soft, and shallow, as if they didn't even have the energy to properly breathe. Google grew worried, unsure of what to do. He shook them lightly, but no response. Running a hand through his hair, he picked them up, gently setting (Y/N)'s small body on the couch, then turning to open a holographic tab. He typed a generic search on the keyboard, and frowned at the results.

The majority of the suggestions were to take the child to the doctor, or psychiatrist, or counselor, but Google didn't have insurance for them, nor were they registered under his name. He'd need several things that he couldn't obtain to be able to check them in. Looking back towards (Y/N), he found that they hadn't moved, and continued to cry. He suddenly grew worried that perhaps they wouldn't want to eat. Closing the tab, he faced them, and crouched by their head, and smiled encouragingly. "Are you hungry, (Y/N)? I can make you something, anything you want."

Nothing.

Google looked closer, and found that (Y/N)'s generally bright, (E/C) eyes were dull, and lifeless. The energy and will just seemed to drain from them, leaving it empty of curiosity, and joy, like when Google first saw them, even when they cried. "Hey," he chewed his lip, shaking them again. "Look at me. (Y/N) look at me."

(Y/N) didn't though, couldn't. There was no reason to, no point. What was the point of being happy anymore? What was the point of being with people? What was the point of staying awake?

What was the point?

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