Guess Who Just Defeated:

I finally started that YouTube channel I mentioned earlier. Sorry about the volume. I was using a laptop to record.

Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

A picture of the main character (or at least my version of her) from a fanfiction that I read.

https://www.quotev.com/story/14421723/The-Upper-Moon-Demon-Slayer-x-Demon-Reader/1

THEY SPEAK THE TRUTH!!!!!!!!

Iplier Egos x reader HCs - Their Favorite Non-Video Game

Dark: Chess

I think he would enjoy how complex and mentally challenging it can be

Chess is also considered a relaxation game for some people

So I wonder if maybe he’ll play chess in order to calm himself down when the other egos (or someone/something else) is driving him up a wall

If you play chess and you’re good at it, you’d probably be his favorite opponent

If you don’t know how to play, he’d be happy to teach you

He’s always happy to spend time with his darling

Wilford: Pie Face or Headbands

It depends on his mood

One moment he’ll be taking the risk of being hit with whipped cream, the next he’ll be crying because of memories of “That Night”

He’s haunted by his past and it really does affect what he can and cannot play at times 

When he’s not in the mood for Pie Face, he’ll sometimes play a fun little game like Headbands

A guessing game that can become very chaotic very quickly

Life needs a little madness and that sounds like a good way to set it free, especially if it’s with you

Actor Mark: Poker

He has a gambling addiction

Probably

It’s a way to get more money for his “luxurious” lifestyle 

If you play with him, trust that he’ll be flaunting his victories in your face

If he loses, he’ll act like it never happened or give a lame excuse as to why he lost

If you don’t play, that’s probably for the best

But at the same time, if he’s playing against other people and you’re with him, he’ll use you as a kind of “good luck charm” instead of a competitor 

That’s just his way of bragging to the others that he has such a lovely lady by his side

Yancy: Charades

It kinda matches up with his musical hobby

Since charades is a game of movement and guessing, he’d probably enjoy it

Also, it’s a multiplayer game so he could play with his fellow prisoners

If everyone is busy, you can play with him, just the two of you

He’d figure out how to say “I love you” in body movements without using sign language or actually touching you

He’s really good

Illinois Jones: Any Card Game

He has limited space when he packs for an adventure

If he’s going to take a game to play while he’s out and about, it should NOT take up much room him his bag

That’s why card games are his favorite

They are very entertaining and don’t take up much room

Even a simple deck of playing cards can go a long way

He loves playing with you, his partner and girlfriend

It’s nice to play with someone rather than being stuck in a single player game for a long time

Dr. Iplier: Operation

It’s like practice for his job but it’s a game

Those tiny pieces are especially tricky and he LOVES it 

He feels very happy and accomplished when he completes the entire game without getting Cavity Sam’s nose to light up

If you play the game with him, then expect him to guide your hands from behind

Like that romantic yet annoying thing that couples do when one of them is working on something

He gets really close, his whole body pressed up against yours

When you successfully extract a tough object, he’ll whisper praises in your ear 

You can feel his warm breath and it sends shivers down your spine every time

If he wants to really make you flustered, he’ll nibble on your ear and kiss your neck

Just a little something he does with you and you alone

Google: Google Feud

I don’t think this counts as a video game

Anyway, he likes to extend his knowledge by playing this game

It helps improve what he could potentially expect one of his “brothers” or you could ask him at any time

His primary objective being what it is

If you decide to play with him, he’ll enjoy seeing your facial reactions when you read off the answers, or seeing your smile when you get something right

He might be a robot and not fully able to understand the concept of love

But he truly enjoys spending time with you, someone who treats him just like a normal person

It’s something that makes him feel human

Bing: Cards Against Humanity

Why does that game just seem to fit his personality (and search engine)?

It’s goofy, funny, and at times inappropriate, just like him

It’s a game he can enjoy with a lot of people

Unfortunately, he can’t play a one-on-one game of CAH with you, his girlfriend, but he’s happy that he can enjoy time with you alongside the other people in his life that he cares about

Yandereplier: Hide and Seek

What’s more romantic than a friendly game of hide and seek?

Especially when he didn’t know that he was going to be playing until you’re already hiding

His heart races as he searches each and every room for you

Whenever something makes a sudden sound, his head whips toward it so fast you swear he could get whiplash

After a while he’ll find you 

He always does

He’ll hold you close and say how much fun the game was and how much he loves you

He’ll also whisper that you should never surprise him with hide and seek again lest you never see the light of day again

He does care about you

He’ll do anything for his sweet sweet senpai and girlfriend

Even if that means keeping you away from the world

Head Engineer Mark: He’s Down for Whatever

He doesn’t really play games because he’s too busy

However, if you ask, he could probably take some time off and play a game

Of course, none of you really packed anything so it’ll likely end up being a game like Sticks, Checkers, Chess, Tic-Tac-Toe, anything that you guys can make or have on hand

It’s nice to take a break and have a little fun

It takes his mind off of things

Jotaro x reader - Until We Meet Again

Jotaro Kujo had never been one to think about the possibility of romance. It absolutely disgusted him when random girls around him would start swooning when he passed by, not only that but just the thought of actually LIKING one of their obsessive butts made him feel like he wanted to hurl. However, he also hated the thought of being alone.

Sure he had his mom who loved him and all, but she was much older than him, and Jotaro thought about maybe starting a family one day. He would never tell anyone, but the thought of him watching a little child run around him, and knowing that they were his, made Jotaro smile.

But how would He ever start a family if he never fell in love.

One night stands were always an option, but that was wrong, even someone like Jotaro knew that. He put his hands to his head in frustration and let out a long sigh. He was almost a senior in high school, and he only had his plans to become a marine biologist to keep him company in these terms. "I have a few days left of summer vacation," he thought, rising from his bed where he had been laying down, "I need to find something to do. The beach.. That's where I'll go."

Jotaro packed a quick bag for his little trip and left the house quickly. He always felt calmer at the beach, or any place with marine life, but especially the beach. "Hopefully," he thought, "I'll be the only one there." However when he arrived, he was disappointed to find there was someone there, a girl. She was standing near some rocks, facing away from him, and seemed to be writing down something.

From what Jotaro could see, she was a girl around his age with (h/c) hair, and perhaps an average height, with was nothing compared to him. As he approached where she stood, he could hear a quiet voice humming softly. As he passed, he noticed she didn't even look up when he walked by.

She was entirely distracted by the rock in front of her, and he sea creatures that were on it. Jotaro couldn't help but stop and walk over to see them. There were a variety of creatures the girl was watching and he recognized all of them.

A star fish, a clam which was right beside a lamp shell, a hermit crab which scuttled on the rock seemingly unbothered by both Jotaro and the girl's presence, and finally a chunk of coral which seemed chunkier and crustier than it was supposed to.

Just then, the girl stopped humming and looked up. "Oh, hello. Sorry if I'm bothering you. I'm just checking out some of the wildlife here." The girl's gaze dropped back to the sea creatures leaving Jotaro in shock. No girl, other than his mom, had spoken to him like that since he began his sophomore in high school.

Jotaro just let out a soft hum of acknowledgment and watched her. "Are you drawing them?" he asked boldly, and prayed he hadn't just made a big mistake by revealing his voice. The girl nodded, "Yup. I'm hoping to get some good sketches so I can remember them when I start my marine biology course."

"What school?" he asked, and she once again looked him in the eye. "Sujin Academy." She said. "That's the same school I go to." He nodded and walked off to another part of the beach where he couldn't see the girl, and he was alone. Later, when he walked down the beach to head home, he noticed the girl was no longer there. Jotaro found himself a little disappointed for some reason. A week passed and he never saw the girl again...

Until he started school again.

As the usual group of girls crowded him, Jotaro tried to escape. He hated this. He hated every part of it. "SHUT UP!!! YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!!!" he shouted at them. He was ticked off, and finally the girls stopped following him. Then there came a rush of girls excited squeals and usual racket about who he said that to.

"It was me!"

"No it was me!"

"You're all delusional! He said it to me!"

Jotaro wanted to die. Time slipped by with his classes and finally his marine biology class began. This was the only class he truly cared about and suddenly, someone caught his eye. Someone was running in the hall to the room he was in and quickly slipped in and sat down with a sigh of relief. She was across the room from Jotaro and he instantly recognized her.

"That's the girl from the beach." he thought in surprise as she got out the sketchbook from that fated day. When the class ended all too soon, he walked over to her.

"So we meet again." She looked up at him and her eyes widened. "Oh! It's you again. Hello" Jotaro nodded and began to walk out of the room, the girl followed him out but began to walk in a different direction. "Where are you going?" Jotaro asked, as he thought he might walk her to her next class. "Wait am I hoping that she's in my class?"

The girl turned to him looking confused. "I'm going to my next class. Why?" Jotaro hid his eyes with his hat. "It doesn't matter. What's your name?" The girl looked surprised and smiled a little. "My name's (l/n) (y/n) it's a pleasure to meet you." Jotero smiled as he looked at her again.

"I'm Kujo Jotaro. I suppose I'll be seeing you again?" He asked this as more of a question hoping that she wouldn't hear his own hope that they would see each other more often. (y/n) smiled a bit more and nodded. "Well, we share this class so I guess so."

The warning bell rang and she looked down the hall. "I need to go. Bye Jotaro." She hurried away and Jotaro was left, smiling a little, and blushing. "Until we meet again." He thought silently, walking down the hall to his next class"

Bill Cipher x reader (5) - Creator and Demon

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Hearing giggles from outside, Dipper and I turned around, looking through the triangle window. There we saw Norman walking toward Mable just like a zombie. "OH NO! MABLE!!" Exclaimed Dipper, hand pressed firmly against the glass.

Mable's boyfriend grabbed her shoulders and I felt my panic rise. Did I actually just let a zombie with my little sister?? My right eye started burning from underneath my eyepatch. 'Aw hecc no.' I was about to go running downstairs to stop what ever was about to happen when Norman suddenly let go, and now displayed proudly was a necklace made of flowers.

Mable was shocked and smiled at him. "Daisies? Awww you scallywag~" I let out a relieved sigh and the burning stopped. Dipper slid off the window seat and mumbled quietly, "Is my sister really dating a zombie or am I going nuts?" I was about to add a quote but both of us were startled by Soos's voice entering the conversation. "It's a dilemma to be sure."

Dipper jumped back in shock and we saw Soos replacing a lightbulb on the ceiling. 'How did nobody hear or see him come in???' "I couldn't help but overhear you talking to yourselves in this big empty room." I almost laughed at how nonchalant he was about this. "Soos, you've met Mable's boyfriend. You think he might be a zombie, right?" He asked this hopefully and I felt pity for the young lad.

"Hmm. How many brains did you se the guy eat?" I smirked at Soos's logic. "Zero." Dipper and I said at the same time. "Look dude, I believe you. I'm noticing weird stuff in this town all the time. Like, the mailman, pretty sure that dude's a werewolf." He looked like he was having a flashback then continued, "but you gotta have evidence. Otherwise people are gonna think you're a major league cookoo clock."

"Yea Soos, you're right..." Dipper said dejectedly and the handyman nodded. "My knowledge is both a blessing and a curse." He said solemnly as Grunkle Stan shouted up from wherever he was, "Soos! Get down here! The portable toilets are clogged again!" I blinked and looked toward the stairwell. "The WHAT?" Soos secured his hat, "I am needed elsewhere." Then walked backward out of the room like a friggin secret agent.

"Welp. That just happened. Back to Mable and Norman though. If we want to figure out exactly what or who Norman actually is, we need to start gathering evidence." I said, turning to a dazed Dipper. He closed the journal and nodded.

And so, for the next few hours, Dipper and I followed the new couple on their "date" and began our little adventure.

During frisbee, Mable tossed the toy to Norman where it hit his head. He fell down like he had either fainted or died. Dipper looked away from where he was recording. "Omgosh did he just die?" I asked in confusion and slight panic. Fortunately he got back up.

Entering "The Greasy Diner", Norman broke the window so he could reach the doorknob and open the door for Mable. Dipper and I were seated nearby, hiding ourselves with the menus, and holy hecc, Norman could not walk normally for the life of him.

Finally, Mable and he were running around in the Cemetery when he suddenly fell into an open grave. He came put in the same manner that a zombie would in a movie, both of them laughing it off like it was on purpose.

After that, Dipper and I headed home. I felt hot and tired, and my eyepatch was bothering me, but I couldn't take it off in the presence of other people. No one wanted to see what was under it. Dipper and I barged into Mable's room where she was brushing her long brown hair.

"Mable, we need to talk." Dipper and I said in unison. Mable turned to us and smiled. "Is it about Norman? Isn't he the best? Look at this smooch mark he gave me!" She showed us a large red spot on her cheek and I gasped. 'Please tell me he didn't bite her or anything like that.'

Mable began laughing. "Haha! Gullible! It was actually from an accident with the leaf blower. That was fun." She never lost her smile and I was more worried about her mental sanity more than physical at this point.

"Mable, listen, we're trying to tell you that Norman is not what he seems." He pulled the journal from under his jacket and Mable gasped. "Do you think he might be a vampire??" Mable seemed almost excited about that and I sighed thinking about those romantic vampire stories she sometimes read.

"Guess again sister. SHABAM!" Dipper said, opening the book to a specific page. Mable looked at it and gasped. I looked at it and laughed. It was the gnome page. Dipper saw it and flipped the page mumbling about it being the wrong page. "SHABAM!" He said, again showing the book. Mable now looked confused. "A zombie? Really? That's not funny you guys."

"No Mable! I'm serious! It all adds up! The bleeding, the limp, he never blinks!! Have you noticed that???" That was true, but some people are just able to do that. "Maybe he's just blinking when you're blinking." Mable suggested and I shrugged when she looked at me.

"Mable, do you remember what the journal said about Gravity Falls? Trust no one!"

"But what about me? You can trust me!" She made robot sounds when she put on two star earrings. "MABLE LISTEN TO ME HE IS GOING TO EAT YOUR BRAIN!!" said Dipper, asking him and I pushed the two apart. He was going a little too far and Mable looked pissed.

"Dipper, listen to me. Norman and I are going on a date at 5:00 and I am going to look adorable! And he's going with me, and it will not be ruined by one of your stupid conspiracies!" She said angrily, shoving him out of the room. She turned to me. "What about you, anything you wanna say?" She still looked like she was gonna kick my butt if I said something wrong.

I sighed, "Enjoy your date Mable. I'm happy you have someone who makes you happy too, just be careful alright, Shooting Star? I really don't trust him." I walked out of the room before she could reply and closed the door gently behind me.

Dipper was sitting down against the wall looking panicked. Just then, the door bell rang and Mable rushed out of the room and downstairs to the door in a new sweater. 'How in the world?' I could hear her voice greeting her boyfriend and asking how she looked. There came a rough "Shiny." From Norman and Mable giggled. "You always know what to say." Before I came downstairs and watched them walk away together.

Dipper sighed and sat on the old recliner. "Soos is right. I don't have any proof. He began running through his recordings of Mable and Norman's previous date and we stopped on a recording of them cuddling. "Norman's hand fell off in that recording. Why aren't we talking about that?" I said, pointing out. "Now that I mention it, why didn't we notice it when we were recording it?" Dipper snapped out of his depressed trance and let out a shocked yelp. Indeed, in that recording, Norman's hand fell off and he put it back on, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

Dipper knocked over the recliner in panic and I stepped back before it hit my foot. Dipper was repeating "omgosh I was right I was right I was right!" As he rushed out the door. I followed right behind him after putting the chair back up. He began calling for Grunkle Stan who was giving on of his tourist trap tours.

Dipper tried to explain what was happening, but didn't get very far with him. Then, looking to the side of the house, there was... WENDY!!! Both of us ran to her. "Wendy! I need to borrow the golf car so I can save my sister from a zombie!!" Wendy looked at me and I nodded. She handed me the keys and gave me a finger gun. "Try not to hit any pedestrians!"

We were stopped by Soos almost immediately as we headed off, him giving us a shovel for the zombies and a baseball bat in case we saw a piñata. We quickly thanked him and then with the roar of the engine, we sped off to find our sister.

Gohan and (my darling) Broly

Googleplier x reader - I'll Never Hurt You

The doorbell rang throughout the house, signaling the long-awaited arrival of the postman. It had been a couple weeks since (Y/n) had gotten early access to the new Google IRL. Finally, the day had come to test it out. Running down the stairs, she quickly opened up the door and saw the.. surprisingly small package with the Google insignia on it. She picked it up, and brought it into the house.

Honestly, (Y/n) was a little disappointed that it wasn’t as big as she expected it to be, but who was she to judge? Maybe it was a small droid? Grabbing a box cutter, she sliced through the packing tape. As soon as the lid flapped open, a tall figure popped out of the box, making her fall back and yelp in surprise. 

The man now standing in the box had glasses and fluffy black hair along with some. He wore a royal blue shirt with the classic four-colored ‘G’ that Google was known for. “H-hello?” (Y/n) asked nervously, waving at him. “Hello.” Came his deep voiced reply as he grinned down at her from her position on the floor. He stuck out his hand and (Y/n) grabbed it, his strength surprising her as he pulled her up. 

(Y/n) wasn’t entirely sure what to do from there. Her expectations for her new device had been thrown out the window so what now? “Umm.. hey Google?” The familiar sound of the ‘Google’s listening’ ping sounded from the man in front of her. “What can you do? What are your objectives?” 

“Kill” She couldn’t hear what he said until he continued in a louder voice. “Primary Objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary Objective is to destroy mankind.” (Y/n) blinked in confusion as she and Google stared at each other, and after a few seconds she began to giggle. “Very funny, Google.” A small smile graced the robot’s handsome face. 

“Anyway, what can you do? Like, can you do tasks or do you just answer questions?” 

“I have been programmed to do rudimentary tasks along with answering any and all questions to the best of my ability.” He responded and (Y/n) thought for a moment. “Okay then, Google, could you please go get the laundry from the dryer, put it in a basket, and bring it to me so I can fold it?” The robot narrowed his eyes and frowned a little but walked away to the laundry room. (Y/n) brought out her phone and activated netflix, turning on an episode of her favorite show. She found that she worked better when watching or listening to something else at the same time. 

Google returned with the laundry, in a laundry basket just like she had asked, and placed it in front of her. “Would you also like me to fold the laundry?” He asked, his eyes peering at her expectantly, waiting for an answer or command. (Y/n) shook your head. “No, it’s okay. I can do that. I don’t really have anything else to do at the moment. You can relax if you want. I’ll tell you if I need anything.” Google seemed surprised but nodded and walked away.

Google was in fact surprised. His new user wasn’t going to laze around while he did all the work? Unlike some of the other users who also received access to Google IRL, she was just letting him relax while she did some work. Yes, she’d likely need him later for something but why not get him to do everything now? He sat down on a chair, thinking, even using his search engine to try and figure out what exactly was going on. 

Days passed quickly and Google found that he greatly enjoyed his new home. Yes, he had work to do, when it was requested by (Y/n), but she did just as much as him. Honestly, she treated him like another person, talking to him like a friend or family member. It was something strange yet pleasing to think about. She seemed to trust him quite a lot which brought him closer to potentially receiving admin privileges. World domination and the destruction of humankind was so close, he could feel it.

Oddly enough though, he didn’t really want her to perish along with the rest of humanity.

-timeskip-

It was a quiet Saturday and the two beings sat in the living room, (Y/n) reading and Google just sitting in a semi-sleep mode. “Are you hungry?” Asked Google when he heard her stomach growl. She nodded, getting up from the couch. “Would you like me to look up any recipes or search up the number of a restaurant?” 

A screen revealing the classic search engine background appeared in front of him, the cursor waiting to type your command. (Y/n) considered it for a minute. “Umm.. search for the nearest Papa John’s Pizza phone number please.” Google nodded and the screen shifted to the website of the restaurant. 

Her stomach growled again at the idea of food that she didn’t have to make and she thanked Google, taking out her phone and started ordering food. Google closed the search engine and watched her figure leave the room as she talked on the phone. He had to admit that she was very attractive with her (s/c) skin, shining (e/c) eyes, and gorgeous (h/c) hair. How lucky was he to be sent to such a beautiful woman with such a caring nature, even if it was a little confusing.

Google’s engine sped up which caused his cheeks to turn red. What was this feeling? Concerned that he might be fighting an internal virus, he ran a system diagnostic. “Nothing wrong?” He thought in confusion. Google once again activated his search engine and searched up his symptoms. His eyes widened at the search results. “I.. have a crush? On (Y/n)? No.. that’s impossible.. I’m a robot. I can’t catch feelings for anyone. I’m not programmed to have those kinds of emotions.” 

When (Y/n) suddenly came back into the room, typing away on her phone, he rushed to close the tab and hoped she didn’t see it. Fortunately she wasn't focused on him but now he was curious. “Who are you texting?” Asked the robot man and she looked up at him. “My friend, Matthias, why?” 

Google’s mechanical mind whirred. She couldn’t be talking about that Matthias could she? Yes, you both lived relatively close to each other, but the chances of you two being friends and in contact were rather low. “Will you allow me access to your contacts?” Google asked, a small pop up screen appearing in front of him. (Y/n) seemed to think about it for a few seconds then clicked the Accept button. 

Google’s mind flooded with new information. After a second or two of searching, he found the name he was looking for. “Matthias Fredrick..” He murmured softly. Yes, this was exactly the man he hoped you weren’t referring to. “And why, pray tell, were you texting him?” 

“Oh, I was inviting him over for dinner.” 

“You were WHAT??” (Y/n) was taken aback by the sudden outburst. “Woah, Google, chill. I don’t understand why you’re upset about this. I ordered enough for at least two people, possibly more, so you don’t need to worry about-”

“I’m not worried or upset about the food. Why are you inviting him over for dinner?” He looked at the woman in front of him angrily. “H-he’s my friend. Are you feeling okay? You’re acting really strange, Google. Do you need a system reset or something?” 

“No, I don’t need a system reset. You, however, don’t need that man in our hou-” He was interrupted by the sound of a notification coming from (Y/n)’s phone. She looked at the message and frowned. “It’s.. from Matthias.. He says to turn you off and get rid of you. He says that you’re bugged and dangerous.” 

Google blinked and (Y/n) looked up at him. There was an awkward and heart wrenching silence between them and Google’s anger fizzled away, now replaced by a bit of sadness and an unknown emotion as she took a step back, away from him. 

“Hey Google..?” 

Ping 

“You.. wouldn’t hurt me.. would you?” 

The robot’s eyes widened in horror. He tried to approach her, but she took another step back, her hand clutching her phone in fear. “Why would I hurt you? What reason would I have to hurt you?” (Y/n) looked away and frowned, “I.. I don’t know. Now that I’m really thinking about it, you aren’t responsible for the actions or defects of other versions of yourself. It’s just that I really trust Matthias and got worried that if his model would hurt him, then you could potentially hurt me.” 

Google calmly walked over and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. “It’ll be okay. I won’t ever hurt you, I promise. It would go against my programming and ” (Y/n) let out a soft sigh and leaned into his embrace. “I’m sorry.” The robot smiled softly and as she looked up into his eyes, the doorbell rang, ruining the moment. 

“(Y/n)! It’s me, open up!” The woman slipped out of Google’s grasp with a small moment of hesitation and opened the door. There, standing in the doorway, was the man of the hour, Matthias. “(Y/n), good you’re still here. I was worried that.. (Y/N) LOOK OUT!!”

He suddenly pushed her aside and lept into the house, knocking over Google who grunted in pain as he hit the floor with a thud. (Y/n) quickly closed the door and rushed to break up the fight. “Matt, stop it! What are you doing?!” 

“I told you to shut this thing off and get rid of it! I know you saw the message too because it was marked as read! Why is this thing still here??” Google pushed Mattias off and stood up, a dangerous glint in his brown eyes. “He’s still here because he hasn’t done anything to make me want to throw him out. He hasn’t hurt me and is very useful and kind.”

“I don’t believe you. He’s probably threatening you to keep quiet! The only way I was able to stop mine was by asking too many questions.” (Y/n) glared at him angrily and placed her hands on her hips. “Listen, I’m sorry that yours was buggy, but mine isn’t. He’s perfectly fine. Now, are you gonna join me for dinner or are you gonna keep trying to attack my Google?” 

The brown haired male glared at the robot who now stood at his friend’s side but sighed and apologized. (Y/n) smiled and brought the two males into the living room before a knock on the door captured her attention. “That must be the delivery man. I’ll be right back. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.” 

After she left the room, Matthias and Google glared at each other again. “I know you’re evil, Google. I’ll prove it to her too, and when I do, she’ll leave you where you belong. With the trash.” The robot got closer to him and he stepped back. “Good luck with that. Once I gain enough of her trust, she’ll give me admin privileges and then there will be nothing that can stop me.”

“I won’t let you hurt my friend, you monster.” 

“Oh, I’d never do anything to hurt my (Y/n), however even she won’t be able to stop the inevitable demise of mankind and neither can you, Matthias Fredrick.”

“Why you-”

Just then, (Y/n) walked back into the room holding three boxes of pizza. “Hey guys, I’m back! Glad to see you’re both still alive.”

Google smiled at her politely. “Would you like help with those boxes?” She shook her head, placing them on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch. “No thanks, but help yourself to some of the food, Google. I know you don’t actually need to eat but the option’s always open. It’s nice to share a meal with people you care about.” 

“Why thank you.” He said, sitting down to her left while smirking at Matthias who was burning with internal rage as he sat to (Y/n)’s right.

Yes.. everything was going according to plan..

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