Mini-Stories

Google's Nightmare

     Google laid in his bed, charging while he sleeps, he rolled over to the left groaning slightly, he then flinched slightly and then he rolled over facing to the right, he opened his eyes slightly, letting the glow from his eyes light up the area he was looking too, which was Host's face, he smiled softly knowing Host was safe and okay, he closed his eyes once again and drifting along with the music from the music box, he fell asleep.

     Google then found himself walking to the edge of the forest, he looked around confused, he then saw Host standing in between the trees on the path ahead of him, "Host?" Google called out softly, there was no answer, Google frowned and started to walk to him, Host then started to walk forward, "Host? Hey wait up," Google spoke trying to get his attention. After awhile of walking Host stopped at an opening which led too the shed, "Host!" Google then snapped, getting worried and frustrated, "Answer me! Are you okay?" Host then slowly turned his head and faced Google, Google gasped and backed up, his eyes widened in shock, "Y-You're not, Host," the man smirked, "Of course I'm not Host, I'm the Author," "Where's Host?!"Google then snapped getting angry, "Oh he's fine, in fact he never even existed," Author said and walked away too the right, Google growled and chased after him, "Come back here!" Google yelled, Author didn't answer him, he just walked into a building, Host's building where he spoke over the radio. Google then looked around after walking into the building with Author, but he didn't see him, he then scanned around for him, searching for him, but he couldn't find him, so he went to the room he thought he would be in, Host's recording room, once he got there he slowly pushed open the door, peeking into the room, he looked in and saw The Author sitting in Host's chair, Google stepped in and the door shut behind him, he walked closer to him and then the chair spun around, "This is what we were made too do, what he was made to do, what I was made to do," Author said, Google frowned, "I-I don't understand," "Of course you don't, I wouldn't expect you too," Author stood up, "Host, shouldn't even exist, he shouldn't even be here, I'm supposed to be here, I was here FIRST!" he shouted, Google stepped back, "Google, do you understand, why I'm here?" Author said, Google shook his head, "I'm here, to take back what's mine," "What is yours too take back?! You're just some past personality that is not even supposed to be real anymore!" Google snapped, he was getting annoyed, still worried about Host, "As I said, I was here first, I'm taking back my life, I'm going to stop being a shy motherfucker and go back to what I DID BEST!, which was taking control of MY life and being MY OWN BOSS!" Author shouted and pulled out his bat, "If you do that you'll mess everything up!" Google said, "I don't care if I make a mess, that's my job, but he put that aside, just so he could fix his actions and make up for his mistakes," Author spoke as he raised his bat up, "Host is gone, but The Author, is back and he's not leaving," he ran at Google and before Google could stop him, he whacked him hard in the head, Google then fell to his knees and held his head, Author then hit him again knocking his glasses off, Google went to go reach for them but The Author stepped on them and broke them. Google looked up at The Author and tears then ran down his face, "I just wanted to see Host," he spoke softly, Author frowned and clenched his teeth together, "The Host, is dead, The Author has risen," he swung his bat at Google's head once more, knocking him over, everything was blurry to him, he was weak and he couldn't move. "Google," a soft voice spoke, "Google, wake up," it rang through Google head, like a loud bell, it hurt, "Google! PLEASE!"

     Google shot up into a sitting potion, he was breathing heavily and he was over heating, he head his head in pain, his brain throbbing, just like he felt when he was hit in the head, "G-Google!" Host spoke nervously, Google looked over at Host and saw that his blindfold was gone, blood was running down his cheek and he was shaking, "H-Host?" Google spoke in disbelief, he was relived to see Host was okay but he was scared that he was still in his nightmare. Host laid his shaking hand on Google and felt that he was over heating, he then jumped up and grabbed the blanket and walked over to the desk, he grabbed his blindfold and cleaned off the blood from his cheeks and put it on, he then opened the door and walked out, "H-Host!" he called out for him but there was no answer, Google then went to stand up but as he put his feet on the ground Host came back with a fan, he frowned and walked over to Google, softly pushing him back on the bed and turned on the fan. Google looked confused as hell but just sighed, he started to cool down with the help of the fan, Host then sat down back on the bed and looked at Google, "Are you okay?" he asked, Google nodded, "Y-Yeah, I'm fine," he said, Host frowned, "I heard you screaming my name, you were crying," Google looked at Host, "Y-You heard that?" "How could I not?! It scared the living hell out of me! I was worried something bad was happening," Host clinched his shaking hands into small fists, Google frowned and softly grabbed his hands, "Host, It's okay, I'm fine," Host then hugged tightly onto him, "What were you dreaming about?" Google hugged back and sighed, "I had a nightmare, about, losing you," "Like normal?" Host asked, "Well, somewhat, but it doesn't matter now, it was a dream," Google hugged tighter hiding his face into Host's neck, Host rubbed his back softly, "Right, and I'm not gone, I'm still here, I'm not going anywhere, I promise."