Secondary Objective: Googleplierxchild!reader

Chapter 18: A Friend of Mine

I made a little doodle of Darkiplier because he is best ego. That is a fact.
*cough* even though he could literally kill you at any time.

Question of the day:
Would you rather go back to age 5 with everything you know now or know now everything your future self will learn?

Enjoy the chapter :)

Dark had been missing for hours without a trace. Google sat in the same spot for about three hours. His eyes were still drawn to the floor, ignoring all of his surroundings. Multiple doctors swarm the hallways, staring back at his huddled form suspiciously.

Farah returns soon after Dark's disappearance with a look of uncontrollable anger and disbelief. She sits beside Google. No words were exchanged until a sigh left her chapped lips.
"Things have been pretty crazy, huh?"
He nods his head, ignoring her statement. Farah brushes off his attitude and leans back in her chair.

"I remember how much fun we used to have....when your brother was still here. Will always invited me over to his house. Celine and Damien were there too...
We would play in the creek until our legs were completely covered with grass stains.
I just wish he was here on our crazy adventure. And see his niece/nephew."

Again, no response. It was either silence of grief or frustration.

She couldn't blame him. Google felt a feeling of contentment around his brothers. Even though he was practically born to destroy the Earth, he couldn't help but feel empathy for others close to him.

.....

"Things used to be better." Google replies out of the blue.
"But now it's-" He cuts himself off, knowing the sentence didn't need to be finished. The bright white pupil in his eye, covered by an eye patch, glowed faintly. It was a sign of stress.

Farah steps into her optimistic self to reassure him.
"At least we didn't loose everybody."

After the endless hours of waiting, a doctor approaches Google with a clipboard.
"こんにちは。あなたはミスターですか (L/N)?"

Farah tilts her head, trying to translate their words.
The android's literally jumps out of his seat and pays close attention to their next words.
"はい。わたし". Anxiously, he replies.

"良い。私はあなたとおしゃべりをすることができますか," they glance back at Farah nervously, "単独で?"

Google nods without question, following them into an empty room.

Farah was left outside, curious. She wasn't too sure what the doctor was planning. After everything that's been happening, no one could be trusted.

Her sun-kissed fingers danced and twirled in the air, while a faint magenta mist swirled through the air. The mist floats into the cracks of the door Google was currently in. A filing spell was casted onto Google. This spell was used to enter his mind to figure out what the doctor had planned for you.

The thoughts stampeding through his mind, rushing with anxiety and anticipation. A few words spoke out louder than the rest.
'Who do you think I am?'
'He needs to stop asking so many questions'

'Or else he might get

hUrt'

Farah begins to worry for the safety of Google and the innocent man. She seemed idiotic for thinking that the virus had truly vanished. Her panicking stopped when she heard his thoughts once more....
'Am I sure this is what's best for them?'

Not another word was spoken in his mind after that. Farah peeks into the rectangular glass window beside the door. A transparent baby blue curtain hung behind the window, blocking her view. She could barely see the silhouette of two figures intertwining hands and shaking them.

Farah steps away from the window to not draw attention to herself, allowing the wooden door to open for Google and the doctor. Being polite as an employee, the doctor leans against the door while his arm is out-stretched along the surface.

"さようなら! 良い一日を." The doctor waves him out of the room and leaves to another location.

Google mumbles to himself, "君も...." His hands were oddly placed on the other arm, as if trying to warm himself up. Farah approaches him in a cat-like manner. "So, what did they say?" The android ponders up a settle way to bring the news.

"....."

Google was saved by the bell as a familiar pitter-patter of shoes grew closer to their presence. His dark grey blazer hung from his shoulders, along with his maroon tie. Sweat rapidly dripped down his forehead.

He constantly begged for more oxygen.
"Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?"
Dark said breathlessly.

They both waited for a response from Google.
"You're not going to like the answer...."
"Just spit it out!"

He sighs,
"(Y/n) is in critical condition....and may not survive. The doctor suggested that we add a few *cough* adjustments to her structure."

"You couldn't possibly mean that. They wouldn't take it well."

"It's our only option."