Googliplier x anxious reader (support systems)

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Your PoV
I can't go on like this, it's come to the point where I am too scared to even walk down the street without feeling like an absolute worthless failure. Why did it have to be me? I just want to feel confident, proud and worth something. The only 'person' I can talk to is Google, and he is not even human!
Google is an android sent from Google. My friend Mark said that I needed more social interactions and i honestly didn't care. Sure me and Google got of to a bad start with him trying to kill me and all but who really cared. Let bygones be bygones as some dude once said somewhere. I don't really talk to Mark anymore, I feel like I'm failing him too.
Google has his own room in the house, I thought it was only fair since he is technically living here. Google has been with me for a couple of months now, the first weeks were certainly rough but we got used to each other's company.
I was currently sat in the living room watching (f/f) (favourite film) eating popcorn and snuggled under a blanket. I don't even notice Google come in till I felt the sofa next to me sink. I looked over at him and I could somehow tell something was up. "Hey Goo, how it going? Everything okay?" He looked at me and all a sudden his whole emotion changed, he looked angry. "GOD, why do you ask so many damn question? I come out to enjoy some time WITH YOU and all you do is question me. Just leave me alone for five minutes jeez." That sent you over the edge, you didn't know what you did, or what could of possibly happened but you didn't stay sat next to him long enough to find out. You ran to your room, your safe spot, your sanctuary.
What you missed while you were running out though, was Google, looking at you, with almost tears in his eyes. He didn't mean to, he must of installed a dodgy update or something, he didn't know. But he did know he needed it removed. He didn't want to snap again and possibly end up hurting you more than emotionally, even that was bad enough. He called his brother Glitchiplier to remove the faulty update and luckily he was happy too. Google made his way too the door and left, but not before looking off in the direction you ran off in. He would make this up too you.
Meanwhile back with you, you didn't know what to do. Your breathing was uneven, your heart beating out of your chest, tears cascading down your cheeks. You reached for your headphones and plugged them into your phone and played some music to help you calm down. Turns out you calmed too much and were now asleep.

Google PoV
Thank god Glitch removed the update, I felt more myself already, which concluded in me feeling worse about (Y/N). I rushed into the nearest shop and bought everything I could possibly need. This was going to be good. If I was correct (Y/N) should be fast asleep listening to her calming music playlist I made her. I snook into our apartment and began my work. I was so deep into my work I didn't notice (Y/N) slowly peek around the corner. She cleared her throat to alert me she was there, instead it just scared me. "AaAaAah (Y/N).... hi .... when did you get up?" God that was so uncool. She just looked at me.

(Y/N)'s PoV
What the hell is up with him, first he's all weird and lashed out, then he's stood in the kitchen stumbling over his words like a toddler. Is that even possible for a robot. Eh. Who knows. "Listen Google tell me what's wrong and why you're acting so weird?" He explained how he installed a faulty update that made him unable to control how he felt or what he did. And best of all. He apologised. He actually apologised. I was obviously grateful and the pancakes he made were the cherry on top. "Google how could I stay mad at you, you're my support system after all" I said with a laugh at what Mark had called him when I first met him. Google laughed as well. He loved that memory, of the first time he met you and you were just a little ball of anxiety and cuteness rolled into one.
It was an understatement to say that Google never left your side after your first miniature fight.

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