~Iplier/Septiceye Oneshots~

~Primary Objective Complete~ (Google X Adopted! Reader)

Authors Note: Guess who has writer's block for the game night imagines!! It's ya boi. 

I made a Tumblr specifically for writing imagines, drabbles, and headcanon to help me get into the groove more. School is coming up so I may or may not write more than I am. Last year I basically wrote in my health class every period so that helped. Also, school starts on my birthday (August 17) and it sucks. 

As I like to say on my birthday, "Happy removal day to me, I'm a tumor baby." :')

This idea was inspired by a comic @/shepz_official did on Instagram, so give credz to them.

Warning: ANGST (but a little fluff) BUT A LOT OF ANGST, platonic reader 

Anyway, please enjoy~

~~~~~3rd P.O.V.~~~~~

Google was never meant to serve for other people. He was never meant to be created just for the purpose of being sold to complete strangers. He was built by your father for the sole purpose to protect and look after you. After your mother died giving birth to you, your dad didn't have the heart to watch you grow up. He was afraid he would lose you too. After he built Google, he took off. No one knew where he went. He just... disappeared. His last words he spoke in the house where to Google.

"Take care of (Y/n)"

And that's what Google did. That was his primary objective. To act as a father figure to this helpless infant. 

As the year's pass, the two of you grew more and more as a family. He can remember all of the sweet times the two of you shared. He has files on top of files in his hard drive of all the memories.

Age: 6
It was a sunny afternoon in the middle of spring. You and Google were out in the garden, enjoying the cool breeze that passed every minute. Google watched as you danced around in the freshly mowed grass. You were smiling and giggling as you spun around in circles. Stars in your eyes as you look up at the spinning clouds above you. You stopped your feet from turning, but the world seemed to keep spinning. You stumbled backward trying to regain your bearings, but you were unsuccessful. You tripped on a large rock and fell on your forearm. Google rushed over to you when he spotted the crimson liquid gush out. You had realized what happened and began tearing up. The rock you had tripped on appeared to have caused the bloody mess. Google carried you into the house and set you on the bathroom counter. You watched as he rummaged through the medical cabinet. Google pulled out rubbing alcohol and some bandages. He carefully cleaned your arm and applied a bandage to in. He can still hear small sniffles, so he took the flower crown from the counter you where sitting on and placed it on your head. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. Google brushed a strand of your hair out of your face as you hugged him.

Age: 15
You came home with tears in your eyes. Google seemed to notice this as you walk past him. He was about to say something but by the time he opened his mouth, you had already slammed your door shut. Google frowned and grabbed the freshly baked cookies out of the oven. They were you're favorite. He knew there would cheer you up. He carefully placed them on a plate and made his way to your room. Google gently opened the door to let himself in. He spotted you sitting at the edge of the bed with your head down. Tears ran down your face as you silently cried. Google walked over to you and held out the plate of fresh cookies. He gave you a genuine smile. You smiled back with tears still in your eyes and tackled him in a hug. 

Age: 25
This was one of the most important days of any humans life, and Google made sure it was perfect. You and Google were standing in front of the large doors. Arms where linked with one another as you both waited for the sound of organs to start. Once the music could be heard, the wooden doors were open to reveal many people sitting on the right side and your spouse just waiting at the end of the walkway. Of course, no one from your family came because Google was the only family you ever knew. Some of your friends were sitting on your side and some standing by your spouse. You and Google made your way down the aisle. Every breath you took seem to be heavier as you saw your spouse's eyes water. Google turned you around and gave you a hug. As the both of you pulled away from the hug, you saw a single tear escape from his eyes. Google kissed your forehead and handed you to your spouse so the ceremony can continue.

Google remembered all the good times the two of you spent as he watched you on your death bed. He held your hand as you gave him a smile. He always loved that about you. Always smiling even when you're at deaths hands. Google moved a stray piece of hair out of your face. Tears flooded from his eyes as you squeezed his hand. Almost like you were telling him that everything was going to be alright. He felt your hand become loose as he watched the life drain from your eyes. He could hear the heart machine go flat as you took your final breath. Google let out a sobbing cry as you went out with a smile. 

"Primary Objective Complete"