Markiplier Ego Stories

Ch. 4

"You're smart. Figure it out, Bing." Google shoved past the android, leaving him standing in a hallway.

"Brah, did you just... Compliment me? Googs, dude, I love ya." Bing grinned wider.

Google stopped in his tracks. He grumbled, taking a deep breath and continued walking.

"Anyway, man," Bing continued, following the older Android, "Like, how do I figure it out?"

"You have access to your own database," Google growled. "Figure it out on your own. Just because I'm better doesn't mean I'll do it for you."

"But what if I ask you reeaaallyy nicely?" Bing pleaded, grinning his best grin. Google stopped walking and looked at him, disgusted.

"No." Google entered his room, joining Google_R, Google_G, and Oliver. He slammed the door and locked it, leaving Bing alone.

"Fine," Bing muttered, then left to go find Bop.

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"Zim babo," Bop said, sensing Bing's distress once the two friends had found each other.

"I know, bro," Bing said. "I just wish that he'd be more chill, ya know? I wanna be bros with him, but he just hates me. You feel?"

"Lef e doi," Bop agreed. "Etuosdi uyo toka te kiel duwol akawl?"

"Sure," Bing said dejectedly, and the two found themselves out on the grounds. They walked for a while, Bing telling Bop about his Google troubles, and how the older Android wouldn't help him with his problem. Bop interjected intermittently to give his thoughts, indecipherable to anyone except Bing.

"Yeah, but, like, he's so much cooler than me," Bing said. "And he won't ever help a bro out." He sighed. "Not that we're bros anyway. Ha! Who needs that old loser?" He straightened and grinned at Bop who gave him a look.

"Okay, fine," Bing said. "Yeah, I look up to him... But he's like a totally cool and respectable Android! Who wouldn't look up to that dude?"

"Dandior sieh eth nyol herto," Bop reminded him. "Kolonig tupo mih siloca gil."

Bing sighed again. "Why does he hate me?"

Bop shrugged. "Niganyon kithns ehjus taymeb reuoy?"

"Everyone thinks I'm annoying. Even I think I'm annoying," Bing said, and he sounded so sad that Bop's heart sank at Bing's own self-hatred.

Bop placed his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Nodi nitht kayonngin yeruo."

"Thanks," Bing said, but he still felt horrible. "Sometimes, I wish Mark had never made me."

"At danty thos!" Bop admonished. "Ehid dalgi yom uaked."

"I'm not," Bing said miserably. "God, why can't I be like Google?"

Bop sighed, taking his friend's hand. "Nomeco, selt onigdaise nidll kauem oyosm taee, neld huyo ap gifure tois thu melborp uoyfors."

"Okay," Bing said, and suddenly he was in his bed. Bop, he assumed, was in the kitchen. He curled under the sheets, not wanting to think about the problem at hand, and soon he fell into a depressive sleep.

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A few weeks passed, but Bing mentioned nothing of his episode on the grounds with Bop. Bop didn't either, but nobody could understand him anyway, so it didn't matter too much. Bing continued to bother the Googles, and they continued to push him away.

Well, it was more of Google Blue than anything- for the most part, Google Oliver liked Bing, and Google_R and Google_G (who allowed Bing to call them the Primaries if Oliver was there too) didn't mind his company too much as long as he didn't use to many "sah"s and "dude"s. In fact, the Bing and the Primaries were quite cooperative. Bing helped with their projects and they developed a code of clicks, whistles, and, of course, other such noises only they knew.