Secondary Objective: Googleplierxchild!reader

Chapter 12: Tourist Attraction

The androids kept their gazes at you, curiously glancing at your structure. You whimper in fear and hunch your shoulders.
"Can we go a little faster?"
Google was startled by your soft-spoken voice from behind. He notices your small cries and yelps of fear and picks up the pace.
"It's okay...you're fine. We're almost there..."

Dark lifts up his hand to stop us in our track once we've at least gotten 2 yards closer to the massive erection.

The building seemed different from far away. One second ago it looked recently painted, glowing vibrant colors. Now, it looks so old with ancient vines of thrones and roses hanging from the building. You felt for the closest thing to you and gripped a hold of it.

Thankfully, it was the edge of Google's button-up shirt. Dark walks in front and quietly pushes open the main entrance door, with the sense of apprehension chilling up his spine. A faint gasp came from Dark once he was inside. Farah and Google follow behind towards the untold dangers.

You stood inside the structure, observing the room detail-by-detail. There was a small group of elders their grandchildren talking amongst themselves by a particular man with a name-tag.

The walls were covered with crusted paint and photographs of unfamiliar people. The man with the name-tag and shoulder-length blonde hair was directing the group's attention to another area of the room.

Dark, Farah, and Google stood there, puzzled. They were expecting more of a professional scenery with scientists and security guards at every corner. But they were wrong....

Farah manages to stop staring in confusion and lighten up the mood.
"I-I'm sure we're in the right p-place, right?"
Dark clenches his fist and grips the maroon tie around his neck, tightening it as hard as he can to calm him down.

You decided to make yourself useful and ask the man for help. You waltz over to him and tap his lower back to get his attention. The man swiftly turns around and looks into your eyes.

"Hello there sweetie! What can I do for you?" He asks with a benevolent smile.

You clear your dry throat nervously.
"I was wondering what the name of this building is called.."
He musters up his laughter and proceeds to answer your question.
"Why...This is the old Google Incorporations Factory, Silly! This is where we show our guests all the behind the scenes action of this company!"
The blond man exaggerated his speech to make it sound more fun than it actually is. You giggle and wave goodbye as you tell dad the new information you learned.

"Dad! Dad!"
He turns to face you with his stranded eyes of chaos. "..what."
"This is a touring building...not the real place."

Dark lost it after you said that. His blue and red glow that outlined his body became more visible than before.
He lets out a loud groan of frustration. His head twitches in pain.

"They lied to us! We came all this way just to be humiliated by jolly, old Mr. Manager over here!"
Dark's head twitches once more with his blue silhouette out shining the other. We mustn't panic too soon. W-we don't even know if-"
"I don't care! I'm not just going to stand here and let our brother start a massive homicidal rampage!"
"Then why don't you just-"

"Stop!"

Farah cuts them off  before the agreement can become more intense
Dark uncovers his eyes. His dark hair flops down to the side, covering his left eye. You could see a small tear drip down his cheek. Dark sniffs and wipes his tear off like placing a bandage over an open wound.
His broken, disordered voice wheezes out a small,
"Sorry..."

Farah lets a sigh escape her mouth as she marches over to them. Dark was suddenly engulfed into a warm hug. It felt...nice in a way. He places one arm to the back of her shirt and grips it for support.

"Are you feeling better now?"
Dark sniffs and nods.
"Yeah....thanks, Farah."
"You're welcome..."

.....

Dark lifts his head up from her shoulder and looks around, frantically.
"Umm...Farah?"
"Yes?"
..."Do you know where
Google and (Y/n) went?!"

They both pull out of the hug and look into each other's eyes with pale skin.
"Crap."