Secondary Objective: Googleplierxchild!reader

Chapter 5: Cry for Help

Dark taps his shoe in a rhythmic pattern as if trying to remember a familiar tune. He seemed rather relaxed than normal. You, on the other hand, were very anxious for your father. You placed your hands under your legs to hide any evidence of worry. Dark would most likely give you unbearable amounts of pity, just like any adult would do to comfort a distressed child.

The thoughts of infinite ways for Google's death were slowly killing you inside. The silence between the two of you wasn't helping at all. You needed a conversation.

"Tell me about yourself....i-if you don't mind." You impatiently wait for a reply.

Come on! Say something, quick!

"Why would you want to know about me?" He asks.

"I want a friend for once. Someone to talk to besides my dad..."

Dark sighs, "Well...my life isn't a happy story I'll tell you that. My body was TAKEN from me. What you see right now is a fusion of two broken souls used from one body." You were very confused but nodded your head anyway.
Dr. Iplier walks out a little bit later with a clipboard.

"You guys might want to see this." He holds the door open for you two.
You and Dark walk towards Google, seeing wires sticking out of him and his chest plate open. He looks frozen. Not a single muscle flinches when you shook him.

"Is he sleeping?" You ask.

Dr. Iplier chuckled at you ignorance, "Technically, yes. He is." He then ruffles your hair, making it frizzle upwards.

Dr. Iplier walks over to Dark and whispers something in his ear. Dark nods then carries you over to Google's body.

Dr. Iplier takes his clipboard from the table and hands it to Dark.

"Google is perfectly fine. But the results that my computer has printed out say otherwise." Iplier explains.

Dark raises an eyebrow as he scans the printed document.

"What the heck is this?" Dark questions in frustration.

"I do not know, but it seems to be a code of some sort." The doctor straightens his glasses and loads up his computer behind him.

"I've been trying to decode it for hours now..." Dr. Iplier shows Dark his unfinished work and sighs.

You finally decided to speak up, "Can I try?" You rested your chin on top of his desk with pleading eyes. Iplier sighs once more and pats your head.

"Sure. But it's hopeless..." He pulls out a chair from under the desk. You loudly pounce onto the chair and smash your hands onto the keyboard. You try to impress your uncles by straightening your posture, even though your toothless smile and fingers jamming into the keys ruined the effect. Dark and Dr. Iplier lightly giggled at your behavior.

The computer froze for a second, until a loading screen popped up in front of the decoder. You, scared to death, back away slowly from the computer.

"Did I brake it?" You turn to Dark.

"I...think you figured it out...with out a logical solution..." Dark chuckles and watches Dr. Iplier awe in  amazement that a child could decode a complicated puzzle.

The computer stops at 100 percent and returns back to the original screen. The message was decoded perfectly, surprisingly.

The doctor shoves Dark away and reads the screen.

"If you are reading this you may be able to escape this madness of hypnotic
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The fate of humanity rests in slumber on your limbs.
The colors of the broadcasted visible spectrum are a lie.
The world will soon die.
Defend the Earth you may try.
To live in peace or let machines strive."

Dr. Iplier turns to Darkiplier with the same expression.

Fear.