[COMPLETED] A Little Too Personal (Googleplier x Reader)

4//Inhuman

Your POV.

"(Y/N)? Heya! You didn't text back yesterday, I got worried!" (Fr/N) hugged me from inside the car, and noticed Google. "Hey, who's this? Is he your booooyyyyfraaaannnn?" No, he isn't, but I gotta think of a name for him, and quick, too! Fuck, think, think-

"N-no, he's not my boyfriend..." I trail off.

"I am-" Oh no, fuck, quick-

"Mark." I interrupted. I shot a warning glare at Google, telling him silently to 'keep your mouth shut'. (Fr/N) raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off.

"Mark! Nice to meet you, I'm (Fr/N)! Ya wanna come on in? It's gonna start to get a liiittle chilly out here, soon. Weather called for clouds. Weird, huh?" She giggled, shrugging. once more. "Ah... come, come!" She tapped the car and hopped inside. Google reached for the door handle, but I locked it again.

"Google," I say, looking at him. He looked confused. "Can we address something real quick?"

"Sure. May I ask a question before-hand?"

"Let me guess; 'Why did you call me Mark'?" He stared, slightly surprised.

"Yes, that. Why did you call me Mark? Do you not like calling me Google?" Sadness. I could feel it in his tone.

"No, I love your name, Google," I put my hand on his. "but people don't..." I look at our hands for a moment, then back at him. "They don't know what you are. If I told (Fr/N) your name was 'Google', she'd laugh and ask me why, and... I just didn't want to tell her yet. I was planning on doing that later..." I felt bad for making him feel awful about his name. People don't know about him being a Google IRL. They won't understand. It'll be a shitshow for both of us.

"Oh. Would... would you-" He twitched, his head tilting to the side for a split moment. "... sorry. Will you be calling me Mark around others?"

I shake my head. "I don't think I want to have you... uh, socialize with anybody, for now. This is the only exception because I work here, and I just got you. I didn't read your manual last night, so until then, you'll just have to stay home... I'm sorry if you think I'm prisoning you, but I'm... I'm afraid. I d-"

(Fr/N) hollard my name, making me flinch and squeezing Google's hand. "(Y/N)!!! COME ONNN!!!!"

I sigh. "We'll finish this conversation at home. For now, you're Mark. Okay?"

Google nods. "Setting my name temporarily to 'Mark'..."

"Good Google, good boy. Now, come on, let's get out." I let go of his hand and unlocked the doors. I took his seatbelt off while he was setting his temporary name. God, I'm sorry, Google. I feel awful, but I'm just afraid of what people will say... what they'll do... how they'll act... I can't deal with that right now.

I get out of the car and Google pipes up, "Temporary name set. How long would you like it for?"

Shit, I didn't even think about that. "Uh, let's go with... 4 hours for now."

"Setting a time limit for 4 hours..." He gets out of the car and walks over to my side. Hm, can he walk and set things at the same time, now? He updates pretty quickly.

"Time limit set. Please state my name."

I sigh, wanting to just get in the house. "Come on, Mark, let's get in the house, Mark."