Chroma Mode (Book #2 To Crimson[Googleiplier x Reader])

Chapter I

Rummaging through your closet, you frantically searched for the shirt you had in mind.

Where is it??

You were so immersed in trying to find the shirt that you didn't realize Google had walked into the room and was standing behind you.

Aha! There you are!

Holding the shirt up in triumph, you turned around to go and put it on when you finally saw Google and had the literal piss scared out of you.

"I need to put a bell on you!" You said jokingly as you collected your composure, staring at him.

He just stood there.

"Umm, Earth to Google??" You said, waving your hand in front of his face.

He made a noise and pulled up Google Earth.

"Showing results for: Google Earth."

Rolling your eyes, you dismissed him and went into the bathroom to change into your favorite shirt.

Coming back out of the bathroom with the shirt on, Google was standing right outside the bathroom.

"Do you need something?"

He just stared at you blankly.

"Hey, what's gotten into you lately? You've been acting weird."

He didn't make a sound.

"Well of your just gonna stand there then at least be useful and hang these up with me, please." You said, going to grab some Christmas lights.

He seemed to come to his senses. "(Y/n), it's the middle of July. Why are we putting up Christmas lights?"

You frowned at him.

"No, it's the beginning of December...? December 4th? 2017? Hello, are you alright???" You asked him once again.

Looking confused, his gaze focuses in different areas in the hallway, before landing on you.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Google, what the hell is wrong with you? It's me. (Y/n). Come on, why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

His face looked worried and scared for a split second, but it was gone so fast that you began to question if you'd even seen it.

"No, I'm just messing with you." He said with a smile.

Relief flooded over you. Thank God...

You slapped his chest with the lights. "Don't fucking do that! You scared me! You know my history with losing memories. It wasn't funny, you know." You said, a little mad at him.

He held his hands up as if in surrender. "Hey, okay. That was bad on my part. But come on, your face was priceless!"

You crossed your arms and pouted up at him.

"So not cool, dude."

"Ah, what the hell. It was all in good fun. Anyways, I'm going to go make lunch. I'll call you when it's ready?" He said. 

You nodded.

As he turned to go downstairs, you could've sworn you'd seen his eyes flash a bright red, but when he turned back around, they were back to normal.

"Is something wrong?" He asked you.

You shook your head slowly.

"N-no...I'm good...Yeah, let me know when lunch is ready..." Was all you said before heading back to your room.

I'm sure his eyes changed colors...Maybe he has a virus or something? I should look into that...I'll call Glitch later and ask him...If he can't help, then I guess it's time to take him to the shop.

But for now, it's time to get my Netflix on!

You thought, jumping into bed and clicking on the TV.

Under recommended was a show called "Stranger Things".

Curious, you selected it.

After all, you'd heard Dark talk about it a lot.

If Dark likes it, it must be good.

~An hour later~

"(Y/n)!"

Snapping out of your trance from the  TV, you looked to see Google standing in your doorway with a plate of food.

"Hmm?" You said, turning back to the TV.

"I've out been calling you for about 30 minutes! What are you watc-" He looked at the TV. "Oh, no. No no no no no no no. No Stranger Things in this household. It's bad enough Dark talks about it all the flip dickin' time, you're not gonna get into it too." Google said, snatching the remote out of your hands and turning the TV off.

"Google, what the heck! I was watching that!" You whined.

Tapping you on the head with the remote, he continued to scold you.

When he left the room (with the TV), you grunted and pulled out your phone, getting ready to text Dark, but before you could type anything, Google swooped in and took your phone as well.

"Eat." He said.

"Fine...." You said, taking a bite of the sandwich he made you.

It was really good...

"Google, you're a really good cook, you know. If it wasn't for you, I'd starve."

His pleased face shifted into one of stone.

"You don't know how to cook?" He more stated then asked.

"No?"

He looked as if he was mulling something over in his head.

"I will start teaching you to cook then. We can't have you starving."

You smiled when he suggested that he'd teach you to cook, but it wasn't until later that day you began wondering why he added that last part.

Is he going somewhere?

Yo. Hey. What's up. Yeah it's been a while, huh. Well here is book 2. I hope you like.

Who am I kidding, no one reads these.

I'm just talking to myself, lol.

Oh well.

Ciao!

It's like a lot lot lot later and I'm kinda cringing at my old self? Haha, let's hope I can fix this.