It was cold out, the sound of snow being crushed underfoot was the only thing to be heard besides the small intakes of breath by the elder robot. He was heading straight towards a gray building, the cries of animals growing louder with every footstep. He was nervous on the inside, but he didn’t let it show, keeping his head held high and his eyes sharp and determined.
He finally made his way to the front door, and took in a deep breath before pushing the door open. He was instantly greeted with the sounds of happy animals and a gust of warm air flowing around him. He glanced around at the caged animals, and nodded to himself. Getting the dog was the easy part.
It was confronting Bing afterwards that would be difficult.
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Google was walking home with a leash in hand, on the other end was a border collie. Known for being the smartest dog breed in the world, he would complement Google nicely. Currently, Google was making a mental note of things the dog that he had dubbed as Sammy would need. Dog food, a bowl, a new collar, a nametag for the collar, toys, the list was endless. He would worry about that tomorrow, though, he could just use the cheap bowl that the pound gave him and some of Bing’s dog food tonight.
What he needed to worry about was Bing, and how he would react.
When Bing had brung home a black lab, everyone had been so happy. Even Google had shown a small, rare smile and it had brung Bing so much joy. But it didn’t last long, and soon Google was the same, stoic person he had always been. But Bing? No, Bing had somehow gotten even happier. It made Google jealous, and it was obvious.
Google wasn’t jealous of Bing having a dog, no, that wasn’t it. He was jealous that Bing had become so happy. Happiness was something that Google never truly felt, and it brought him nothing but anger. He was loved for being a perfect search engine, always useful, but Bing was loved as a person. He was just so happy all the time, and Google couldn’t understand it.
Google wasn’t trying to get a dog to one-up Bing, it was the complete opposite of that, really. He wanted to be more like Bing. He wanted to be able to be happy, and he was certain that getting a dog was the way to do so. He already had fallen in love with the way it was so curious about everything, and he knew a curious mind would lead to a smarter person, or in this case, dog.
Before he knew it, Google was standing in front of the mansion where they all lived under the protection of Dark. He knew Dark wouldn’t mind, after all, he was more concerned with keeping Dark Chica happy to care about a few new dogs. He also knew Dark couldn’t do anything about it because if he did, he would have to deal with Wil, and nobody messes with anything Wil cares about. It seemed that Wil had already bonded with Maggie, Bings dog, and there was no getting in the way of that.
Google took a deep breath, and opened the door, letting Sammy run inside. He heard a happy squeal from someone, who he presumed to be Wil, and shut the door behind him. He glanced around, trying to see if Bing was around, but it seemed only Host and Wil were around.
“Google! I love your dog! What’s their name? What kind of dog are they? Oh, it doesn’t matter! We’ve got three dogs, and that’s all that matters! Maybe we can convince the others to get even more dogs and we’ll have a whole dog party-”
“The Host believes that Wilford should be quiet, and allow Google to go discuss things with his brother. After all, isn’t that why you got a dog?” The Host interrupted, much to the relief of Google.
“Yes, thank you. We can discuss this later, Wilford. I do believe, as expensive as it may be, that having more dogs would be enjoyable.”
Wil put on a pouty face, but the twinkle in his eye showed that he wasn’t really upset. Google nodded to Wil, and called Sammy to his side. Luckily, the dog had already been trained, and seemed to respond to any name at the moment.
Google made his way to the stairs, where beyond them lied Bing’s room, where he was surely playing with Maggie, as he had been doing all week. He slowly climbed them, taking much more time than was necessary, and paused. Sammy ran right into the backs of his legs, and let out a distressed yelp.
Google glanced behind him, thankful to see that Sammy was okay, and took a breath to calm himself. He might not have had a heart, but he still had emotions, and right now the only thing he was feeling was the overwhelming feeling of nervousness. Last time he had talked one-on-one to Bing, it resulted in him nearly ripping out his emotion processor the next day. Google could only hope this wasn’t going to turn out the same way this time.
He continued up the stairs, and attempted to compose himself before knocking on Bing’s door. He heard Maggie bark, and Bing’s laughter, as well as someone scrambling to get up, before Bing opened the door, nothing but smiles.
That instantly vanished, though, as soon as he laid eyes on Google, and turned into a frown when he noticed the dog behind him. Google cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to speak.
“I-I was hoping you would allow me in your room for a moment, so we could talk.” Google winced at the stutter, and he hoped Bing hadn’t noticed. Bing only moved to the side so that Google and his dog could step inside.
Google sat down awkwardly on the floor, and Bing sat down in a chair across from him. Google looked down at the wooden floor, unable to bring himself to stare at his furious brother. Bing, on the other hand, had no difficulty at all looking directly at his brother, not saying a word, but the anger was rolling off him in waves.
A few moments of silence passed, seemingly so unbearable for Google. He took another deep breath; how many of those had he taken today? He couldn’t remember; and looked up at Bing. He opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off.
“I can’t believe you.”
Google lowered his head again, the feeling of guilt quickly overtaking his feeling of nervousness. He never had been the nicest brother, and he probably wasn’t going to be for a long time. He knew this, he wouldn’t try to deny it. His brother had every right to be angry at him.
“I can’t believe you would go this far to try and one-up me.”
Google’s head shot up, eyes wide as he quickly tried to find the right words. Bing seemed to notice this and tensed up.
“Shut up! Don’t you dare say anything! I’m tired of you constantly silencing me! I’m tired of you constantly trying to be better than me! So just do me a favor and listen for once!” Bing screams, starting to shake. Google, still wide-eyed, just nods.
“I get it, you know. You’re the better search engine, I’m not, and I won’t ever be, I get it! I hear what you say. I hear what the others say. That ‘I’m not a real ego, and you don’t even know why I’m around’. You’re not slick.
“I got a dog because apparently a dog was the only thing that respected me. And for once, you guys actually seemed to care,” Bing’s voice cracked. “and I felt important. And now here you are trying to one-up me again. I thought you might’ve stopped when I attempted to rip my emotion processor out, but no, you have to go and pull this.”
Bing falls silent, and he lowers his head, shaking even harder. He reaches up to, what Google assumes, wipe tears away, but his glasses stopped him from doing so. There’s a brief period of silence, and Google draws in a quick breath.
“I’m not trying to one-up you. At least, not this time.”
Bing’s head shoots up, and his breathing becomes shaky.
“What.”
Google pauses. “I said I’m not trying to one-up you.”
“I know, you already said that. I guess a better question would be why. Why would you get a dog, if not to one-up me?”
Google awkwardly shifted, and Bing started tapping his foot impatiently. Sammy, who had sat down next to Google, whined a little bit. Maggie just laid on the bed, obviously wanting to go to Sammy, but a look from Bing kept her still.
“You seemed so happy with Maggie, and I got jealous. My happiness sensor was set to malfunction the moment I was created. You, on the other hand, were always so happy all the time, and you got even happier when you got Maggie. I thought that if I got a dog, I would be happy. This isn’t meant to one-up you. I just wanted to be happy.
“I know I haven’t been the best brother; far from it, actually. It is true, I am the superior search engine,” Bing tensed up. “but, you are the superior person. Everyone likes you, you know. They may say mean things, but at the end of the day, you’re the favorite. I don’t want to take that from you. I just want to be happy.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me, but I am asking you to bear with me through this.”
Google finished, lowering his head once more. Bing sighed, and stood up. He walked over to Google, and crouched down in front of Google.
“I’m not going to forgive you. Yet. You were a horrible brother. But let’s make a deal. I’ll help you with Sammy since you can barely take care of another human, much less a dog, and you work on becoming a better brother, okay?”
Google tensed, and Bing sat down. He knew Bing was right, he didn’t really know how to take care of a dog despite being a sentient search engine. Looking up answers and actually doing them were two different things. He sighed.
“Alright. Fine.”
Bing smiled, and offered a hand out to help Google up.
“Alright! So where shall we begin? What kind of things do you need?”
Before he had a chance to answer, Bing had already run out the door, Maggie on his heels and Sammy close behind. Google could do nothing but sigh.
Bing confused him. One minute he was blowing up in your face; thankfully not literally; and the next he was his bouncing happy self again. Google walked out the door, shutting it behind him, and tried to drown out Wilford and Bing’s loud conversation downstairs.
“The Host thinks you did a good job, although you still have a long way to go.”
A sudden voice beside him made him jump, and small chuckle came from Host. Google just rolled his eyes, and went downstairs to join Bing and Wilford. It was going to be a long day, but maybe, it might be bearable for once.
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@dorkstache did i save crisismas yet
lol anyways this was 1,908 words, which is a ton for my fics honeslty how do people do this
i needed some robro fluff in my life and didn’t achieve that. “IM GONNA WRITE FLUFF HERDEDUR” i say as i make this heckin mess
ｎｏｉｒｐｌｉｅｒ: this was supposed to be a minimalistic art of Blue Haired Mark wearing his black and blue hoodie (the one where he baked with rosanna pansino) but then i saw the pictures that mark had posted (the one where he was wearing a grey tiger shirt) and just thought of a superhero au where mark wears this outfit i did because he’s the superhero of The City. i did this for like, two days and nearly messed up the clothes and his hair but thankfully didn’t.
