Malfunction (A Googleplier Fanfic)

Twenty.

After many attempts to rip their hold on her, (Y/n) found it ultimately useless to even attempt to change their minds. Technically, she was label this as a kidnapping - or a hostage situation. But the Googleplier's? She had a feeling that they would say otherwise.

Her apartment's door was kicked open by the robot holding her, and she whimpered as the three of the others walked in, the red one locking the door behind him. The possibility of her getting out of here was getting slimmer and slimmer by the moment - she was sure that they knew what she was trying to do.

Googleplier walked into her room, as did the others. He released his grip on her some, which caused the girl to go into a complete frenzy.

She began kicking and hitting whatever her limbs could find, and one of them was the yellow Googleplier's head that was intently watching her in order to make sure that she made no noise for help. Her hardened fist came in contact with the robot, and as soon as she felt the A.I.'s eye socket, she grabbed whatever she could and pulled hard.

The yellow robot reached up to his face, inspecting the area where his makeshift eye was supposed to be, and calmly put his hand back down. In (Y/n)'s hand were his eye and the chords attached to it that allowed him to use it properly.

The original Googleplier growled at the sound of sparks flying and quickly whipped his head around. As his eyes made contact with yellow Googleplier's confused form, he let out a slight chuckle before laying the girl gently on the bed. He latched onto her hand and pulled the organ away from her, as he now gripped it in his hands.

"You seem to be causing malfunction's of your own, (Y/n)." He commented, causing the girl to turn her gaze from him. She was ashamed - ashamed to be put in such a situation. Her foot still throbbed from where her reopened injury was and, unable to take everything on her shoulders, she began to cry. Tears appeared from the depths of her eyes and poured down her face like a small stream. She held her arm over her mouth in order to muffle her cries a bit, but Googleplier still caught notice.

He ushered the other three robots out of the room before handing back the yellow robot's eye. He nodded in response as a quiet thanks and they exited the room, leaving the two alone.

Googleplier looked down at her, frightened and concerned as to why she was crying. She should be happy, shouldn't she? He was only protecting her, and this was to make her life better in a way. Did she not like the surprise that he had shown her?

He leaned down towards her, gingerly moving her arm out of the way of her face. The girl still continued to avoid eye contact with him, but before he could demand otherwise of her, he caught sight of her left cheek. His face scrunched up as anger developed on his face.

"Who did this to you?"

(Y/n) finally looked over to face him, but for once, he wasn't staring back at her like he was moments before. Now, he was glaring harshly at the mark still present on her cheek. She wiped away her tears and sniffled before she rubbed her fingers gently over the spot, cringing when she pushed on it too hard.

"Nothing." She assured, simply waving him off as she went to go back to staring at her wall. She didn't wish to talk to him about the situation, as Mark's virtually lifeless and helpless body came back into view. She shut her eyes, trying to picture anything else but him and her dead friend.

'Just forget about it all. It didn't actually happen. right?'

With each passing moment, she could feel her body getting weaker and weaker through her mental exhaustion. There was only so much that she felt as if she could handle, and she was close to hitting her limit. (Y/n) knew that she was a strong, tough person, but this was beyond anything that she felt as if she could have prepared for. She was hopeless and basically a lost cause as of this point.