Malfunction (A Googleplier Fanfic)

Four.

She opened up the front door of her home, pleased to see the sight of a completed computerresting on the kitchen counter with a google chrome tab opened.. But it unnerved her to note that Googleplier was no where to be found.

"Google?" She called out, receiving nothing but silence. Had he defied her orders like she had feared? He had already broken at least one law in the Law of Robotics.

She crept into the house, slamming the door shut a little harder than usual to see if Google would respond. Maybe he wasn't hearing well.

"Googleplier?" She called out again. More silence. The girl gulped, allowing herself to breathe a little. Where was he? Had he left the house?

Feeling a new set of panic rise up in her chest, she quickly turned around towards the exit. Her hand grasped the doorknob harshly as she flung the door open, running out of the apartment, and scanning the outside exterior in search for the robot.

"May I ask what you are doing?"

She snapped her head towards the voice, being met face-to-face with a neutral-looking Googleplier who was sounding a bit more robotic than usual.

"Why do you sound so... glitchy?" She asked, carefully pressing into the symbol on his shirt. Was there a button that she had missed when she had first gotten him? Or did she not realize that he had a charging capability?

"When I gave energy to that device, it drained my database. I am not feeling... quite like myself. But for a more satisfying update, the computer will never lose battery life and will never die."

"... You did that?" She asked, feeling a new emotion rise within her: excitement, "How?"

"It was simply my call to the other technological devices around your home. I can assure you that everything in your home will be treated with immense caution and ambition - provided that it includes technology of some sort."

She grabbed his right hand, jumping up and down.

"That is so amazing!" She shouted, shaking Googleplier's hand vertically as she bounced up and down with enthusiasm.

"It very well may be to you, but I have been thoroughly exhausted. If you would be so willing, there is a way to charge me back to full potential. But it will require your assistance."

Confident in your ability to notice the trickster in him, you agreed to his offer.

"Sure. Lead the way."

**

Googleplier sat down on the couch before turning to her.

"This act requires immense precision, as it is not usually done manually. If you miscalculate, there will be an induced shock given." He warned, but she simply shrugged.

"Google, I've been doing this kind of thing for a long time. It won't be that big of a deal." She assured, earning a doubtful look from the A.I.

"As you wish." He remarked, letting out an exasperated sigh. He lifted up his blue shirt, revealing the falsely toned stomach that laid underneath. The engineer didn't give it much thought as she admired the outlines on his abdomen.

"So cool..."

Since she was so focused on the technological advancement that society had created in him, she wasn't able to notice the small smirk that crept onto the bot's face. But it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Now, (Y/n). Listen to me carefully."

He pressed against the top of his abdomen, effectively pushing against the fake outer layer. The latch on the skin opened up to reveal the circuits and wiring featured inside of him. She could only describe it as a neon blue metropolis, but didn't say anything as Googleplier grabbed her hand.