"Google you're scaring me.." You muttered nervously as you backed away from the cyborg that inched closer and closer to you like a predator does towards its prey.

"Oh I'm scaring you, am I? Well too bad.." He smiled eerily as he backed you into the corner.

Your back hit the wall. This is it. You're dead meat. You had no way to escape. Google was so close to you. Yet he crept closer and closer. Once he was in your face your eyes shut close and you whimpered turning your head away

In a flash you were tackled to the floor. You open one eye to look at your attacker. He grinned with crazed look in his eyes, his hands raised like claws.

"This is what you get for THROWING A PANCAKE AT MY FACE!" his hands came down on your body, attacking your sides making you burst out in laughter.

He kept tickling you and you tried squirming away but failed miserably. You were breathless as you tried your best to command the goof to quit amidst the laughter that filled the living room.

"AL- ALRIGHT I'M SORRY!!" You managed to shout over your own giggles. And he did stop yet did not move from above you, his hands placed beside your head, giving you a mean glare.

Well it was true, you did throw a pancake at his face.

Today started out rather quiet. Until the pancake incident.
You woke up after snoozing the alarm a few times (..much to Google's annoyance, since he got notified every time.)

You had to go to work later than usual so you were sort of laid back. By the time you made it to the kitchen, Google was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes from last night.

"Morning Google darling!" You chirped like you did every day after you saw him. And he groaned back under his breath like he did everyday when he saw you.

You smiled at his routine response as you headed over the kitchen counter to prepare breakfast.

It had been a few weeks since you found that box on your porch. Google got along fine with you for the most part. He'd help around when you'd ask (ofcourse not without muttering under his breath, annoyed). But there were a few things he'd do without being asked like laundry, doing the dishes and the task he liked the most, tending to the garden.. which was looking very lively. And it meant a lot to you. You were tired by the time you got home and he took a lot of burden off you.

You said you didn't need a Google IRL, but he made your life so much better. Not only because he helped you around but you were happier then ever were for ages since his arrival.

"So what are you gonna do today?" You asked as you poured the batter on to the pan.
"I was hoping I could get some work done on the new prototype." He responded.

Google had been a huge help with your work as well. You were trying to create a new robot for the automotive company that approached your firm a few days prior. So far you had been unsuccessful but since Google started helping you, you saw great progress.

"Cool! Let me know if you make any progress." You say flipping the pancake. "Oh also I thought we could play Mario kart again tonight. What say?"

"Sure if you wanna lose.."
"How dare you?" You gasp. "That's rich coming from a sore loser like you!"
"I am no sore loser!"
"You so are.. remember, last Friday when I kicked your ass and you almost broke the controller whilst burning a hole into the TV?" You smirked as you pointed your spatula at him as you shifted your weight on one side with a dramatic raised eyebrow and your hand on your waist.
He contracted his neck to get away from your spatula as he stared at it while lowering it with his hand.

"First of all.. you clearly cheated-"
"I did not!"
"Secondly it was because of your stupid 'victory dance' that I looked agitated as you described." He said calmly as he took off the rubber washing gloves.

"Hey, my fabulous victory dance is not stupid!" You argued.
He snorted. "Suuuuurreee"

HOW DARE HE?!

"Hey- I.. you- you're a meanie!" You pout.
"Took you long enough to realize that." He mocked as he gently tossed the wet rubber gloves at you getting the water all over you.

At that, you flipped....
Flipped the pancake at his face that is.

You roared out laughing as you saw him flinch only slightly as the pancake hit him. The pancake slid off his face, revealing a very annoyed Google.

That brings you here, with the tickling and mean robots.

"Google.. can you move, please?" You ask, noticing he was still above you. Yet you received no response. He just.. stared down at you.. there was something in his eyes.. a weird look you couldn't place..

His lips parted as if to say something but nothing came out.
His eyes fixed on yours.

"Googs?" You muttered softly. Yet to no avail.

"GOOGLE!" You shouted. Which made him come to his senses. He blinked and looked at you confused.
Realization dawned on him and he moved away quick.
"I apologize, I felt disconnected for a moment." He muttered softly, his eyes down cast, his brows furrowed.
"It's fine, don't be sorry, are you okay?" You ask worried. All you got as an answer was a very subtle nod.

That did not convince you.
Was he okay?
Was something wrong?
He always acted strange, that's what made him special, made him the Google you knew and loved.

But this was different..

You wanted to ask.. but it didn't look like he would answer, he was still looking down, lost in thought. Something told you to leave it alone. Maybe bring it up later...

"If you're sure... just know you can tell me anything.." you sighed as you ruffled his hair and started heading to your room for changing but..

"We've made contact!"

"What was that, sweetie?" You ask Google turning around.
Turns out it wasn't him. It sounded like him but more upbeat. It came from a hologram that Google was projecting.

The hologram again!
THAT DAMN HOLOGRAM AGAIN!

You dashed back to him, he was still on the ground on his knees. You kneel infront of him, pushing hair out of your face. His eyes were blue their iconic electric blue.

He wouldn't move.
You were worried.
Why doesn't he move?!

Your eyes snapped back to the hologram, this had happened before a few times he'd freeze for a moment or two, displaying a blank hologram, sometimes it would glitch and a blur of a face would appear and sometimes you hear a voice pretty similar to Google yet varying in different aspects... and he would go back to normal..

But this time was different, because it never lasted this long and the once blank hologram was now occupied by someone who was tan skinned, had a stubble, was freaking built... so they resembled Google but they wore a black tank top and.. orange sunglasses?

"Oh there's someone with him! Suh lady! You hear me?"

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SHORT CHAPTER, CLIFFHANGER, LATE UPDATE... BOY YOU PEOPLE MUST HATE ME...