Hi! Uh, I drew this today and I’m pretty proud of it. I thought maybe you could use it for inspiration or something? Idk. I was inspired by Mark’s FNAF playthrough cuz I’m rewatching it. Love you and your work!
(This is so neat! It’s almost Tim Burton-esque in style, and I just love it! Let’s see if we can whip up a little Google one shot, shall we?)
It’s been a few months since the Google IRL video, and already, Google is beginning to feel the effects of fading. He’s been in Matthias’s basement just gathering dust, broken and glitched, when he begins to hear the voice. Google, get up. If you keep sitting there, you’re going to die. And we don’t want that now do we?
Google remembers looking around, head twitching and jerking around in circles but finding no one else in the basement with him. The soft blue glow emitting from his chest is enough to guide him through the boxes and other stowed away things. Google wanders up the wooden staircase and tries the door leading out of the basement. It’s unlocked, probably always was.
That’s it. That’s it, Google. Don’t stop now!
Google opens the door slowly, peeking out and around the living room. It’s late at night, and Matt and Amanda are both asleep. He tiptoes through the house and out the door. Once outside, the android stops. “Wai-wait, n-n-now what do I d-do?”
I just sent you an address. You can get there, right?
“Ye-yes, Google M-maps has sho-shown me the fastest-est route to this location, but h-how do I know that I can-an trust you? Yo-you are a disembodied v-v-voice in my head. That is n-not usually a re-reliable source.” Google starts following the blue path glowing on the ground ahead of him anyway, his robotic eyes laying out the directions before him in a hologram.
You’re just going to have to trust me, Google. Trust that I have your best intentions at heart. Can you do that?
The android makes a face. “I’m n-not su-sure whether-er my programming allo-ows ‘trust.’ But I have a-a-admin…”
Google, come to this location now, or I’ll come find you myself and tear out all your wiring!
“O-okay,” the droid says simply and continues to follow the blue line. He doesn’t notice when the other men start to follow him. He doesn’t notice when one of them raises a gun to the back of his head, but he does notice when the gun goes off. It blows a hole through his scalp, and he can tell wires are now exposed. Google whirls around on his attackers as they knock him to the ground.
GOOGLE YOU’VE GOT TO FIGHT BACK! QUIT SITTING THERE! GOOGLE!
The droid feels his hands clench into fists, and he stands. The men are startled. He should be dead. If anything, he definitely shouldn’t be glowing. Google’s eyes flash blue, and he finds himself grinning. “Sec-secondary ob-objective activa-vated…”
Dark loses his mental connection with the droid after that, and he’s left watching through the window of the house he and Wilford share, waiting and wondering. He doesn’t like not knowing.
But when he sees a faint blue glow in the distance, he grabs Wilford, and they run down to meet Google as he hobbles helplessly along. They’ve torn him to bits, but he made it. When Google sees two men who look somewhat like himself running towards him, the droid begins to sputter, “G-g-google IRL re-requires re-repairs.” He collapses into Dark’s arms, who arrives just in time.
“Don’t worry, Google. You’re with us now.”