Overridden: A Googleplier X Child! Reader X Bingsepticeye (Complete)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Google grabbed the tubes that came out of the child's arm, swiftly yanking them out. The child gave a cry as their skin teared, the needle on the end of the tubes scraping their bone. Though the drug coursed powerfully through their body, their eyes snapped open, only to slowly droop down a bit. They were groggy, the pain in their arm distant, thudding in time with the beat of their heart. They felt something trickle down their elbow. It tickled.

(Y/N) glanced around, the distant feeling of fear scuttling around in their chest, gaze finding Google. They sucked in a breath, hope replacing fear. Opening their mouth, they tried to speak his name, but nothing but air came out, and even that hurt and burned. They winced, tears pricking the corner of their eyes. 

Google dropped the tubes, looming over (Y/N). "Target: Awake. Threat Level: Minimal."

Glancing up with an open eye, (Y/N) blinked at him. Target...? Again, they tried to speak, but it was only a rasping wheeze. They coughed, and immediately regretted it, jolting, burning pain shot up their throat, and they nearly gagged. That wasn't very pleasant either, though.

Google watched them struggle to form words, to make sounds, and almost smirked at their attempts. Of course, they never could again. Dark had taken out their vocal chords, sewn their throat back up, and wrapped it in a bandage. That was the first thing Dark has accomplished, Google noted. Obviously, he didn't want unnecessary noise for later on in his experiment, if there was a future, for the child. But, by this point, there wasn't a future for both of them.

Glancing down, Google tilted his head, seeing pen marks along (Y/N) abdomen, and chest. Dark's next lines of work.

Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed the nearest tool. A scalpel. Wielding it, he loomed over (Y/N), a small, blinking notification in the top right corner of his vision. Target: Achieved. 98% Complete.

Raising his hand, his gaze found (Y/N)'s, whose eyes widened in horror. 

The metal of the scalpel felt cold in his hands, yet comfortable. It fit in the palm of his hand perfectly, fingers curled around the metal in a natural, relaxed state. His finger twitched in anticipation. It had been a year, a year since he's seen blood. And just like last time, it would be perfect...!

He let his fist drop, putting in as much strength as he could into it, jabbing the blade into skin.

(Y/N) stared at him, trembling, tears spilling down their cheeks.

And Google looked down, at his hand. Slowly releasing his grip on the scalpel, he saw the metal handle, protruding from his thigh. He blinked in surprised. Grabbing the blade again, he yanked it out, metal scraping against metal. He stumbled a bit, having to shift his weight to balance his body. He stared at his hand, as if it had betrayed him. Snarling in sudden anger, he brought the scalpel down again, and sucked in a breath, the blade going through his side.

His gaze flickered up to the notification in his vision, which had now changed. 

Instability Detected: Please Update, and Restart Systems.

Instability? Google almost laughed. Pulling up a screen, he tapped the Update button, and waited, staring at it as the tiny bar at the bottom slowly filled up. He accepted the prompt to Restart his system, and shut down, the scalpel dropping to the ground.

Dark groaned, holding his side, stepping into the room. Reaching over, he grabbed Google's shoulder, and opened a compartment at the base of his neck. Grabbing a wire, he ripped it out, sparks flying in the air. The robot before him sputtered, and jolted, dropping to the ground in a metal heap. Grimacing, Dark limped out, leaving (Y/N) to continue to lay on the table, heart pounding, tears spilling down their cheeks.

They did not understand what happened, what was going on, and why it was happening to them. Why couldn't everyone be friends? Be happy? Why didn't Google like them? What did they ever do? Where was Bing? Was Google dead? Where Sam and Tim dead?

Were they going to die?