Secondary Objective: Googleplierxchild!reader

Chapter 2: Anna's Party

The old mini van pulled up to a very high-class mansion just outside of (state name). Google walks up to the house with you and rings the gold doorbell.

Moments later a woman with five pounds of makeup and an animal fur coat covering her deep v-neck dress opens the door.

"Oh! You must be Anna's little friend!" Her laugh was not convincing enough to be real.

"Well, come in! Surely you would like to play with the other children." She opens the door and motions for you and Google to follow her.

The women leads you to a huge ballroom with hundreds of tables full of  cake, ice cream, and candy. The perfect recipe for diabetes. Tons of children between the age of five and ten ran swiftly around the room like a pack of wild animals. Screams of joy echoed throughout the mansion.

"I will b-be around i-if you need m-me." Google said blankly. He then straightens his back and walks out of the room.

A boy with very tan, freckled skin and blonde hair tugged on your arm.
"Come on! We're going to play pin the tail on the unicorn!" The boy drags you towards the crowd of children.

You squeeze through the crowd to see what was happening.

The girl from your school stood their with perfect posture, a light pink dress with polka dot tights underneath. Her hair was curled up into a perfect bun with her blue highlights in them.

Anna stood proudly in the center with a blindfold being tied by her rich-looking father. Everyone stared in awe, except you.

Google wasn't always the best father, but he taught to not fall for good looks and to treat everyone equally.

"Everyone has to watch me!" She shouted. Nobody cared how rude it sounded, so they nod and cheer.

Once Anna's blindfold was tightly knotted, she grabbed a sparkly unicorn tail and slowly walked to the unicorn on the wall.

You could see Anna's coffee brown eyes slightly through the
blindfold...wait...she's cheating!
Just as Anna placed the tail directly onto the unicorn's bottom, you stormed out of the room in anger and boredom.

Echoed claps could be heard outside the ballroom with joy and glee.

Google sat in the massive lounge alone in a corner while all the humans laughed and socialized, with alcohol in their hands.

He missed (y/n). She/he always gave him attention when he wanted it. So Google sat up and quickly walked to the exit, until a drunk, young man stumbled over to him and placed his elbow on Google's shoulder.

"Hhhhheeeeeyyyyyy thheeeeerreee, honey boooo", the man hiccuped and laughed loudly. This man clearly won the drinking contest.

"Your stupidity has caused my transition to be interrupted." Google states with an angered expression. He pushes the man off of him and exits the room.

Google spots (y/n) sitting on the living room couch with her/his arms crossed.
He walks up to them and sits next to them.

"What are you d-doing out h-here, bud?" He asks.

"I was trying to get away from the snitch." You grumbled with sass that you picked up from Google.

"What action has she brought upon to make your feelings negative?"

You crossed your legs and mumbled an insult. "She was being a meanie. I didn't like how she was treating everyone."

"S-she will b-bother y-you n-o longer." Google stood up with excellent posture and grabbed a kitchen knife covered in cake frosting. He marched his way over to the ballroom.

You immediately realized what he was going to do.
"Wait! I was just being over traumatic! Google please don't!" You pulled on his shirt to make him slow down. But, alas your mighty strength was nothing compared to an artificial intelligence.

Google opens the door with his free hand and smirks at the girl eating her birthday cake with a golden crown on her head.

"Target locked." Google's eyes fade into the menacing dark shade of red.

You struggle to slow him down as he walks faster towards Anna. Anna turns to right to see a man with a sharp knife in his hand with butter cream smeared onto it, and (y/n) clinging onto his shirt.

"Wha-" Google swings the knife into her heart.

No screams of pain...only a sniffling girl/boy with her/his arm bleeding out.

He missed...only to hit his own son/daughter.
"I'm s-sorry." Google's eyes filled with guilt and sorrow. (Y/n) ran out of the room to hide.

He kept searching until he found them inside the car. Faint blood stained the car seat.
"P-please f-f-forgive me, (y/n)...."