Prime knew what he was, a metal machine with ever evolving Artificial Intelligence that let him understand the world around him. And knew what he wasn’t, human. And due to these facts he constantly felt annoyed and frustrated by Bing. He didn’t understand the other Android, the rivalry with their search engines notwithstanding, Bing just acted so….illogically.
He was so physically affectionate, threw an arm around Prime or one of his ‘brothers’ or other Ego’s shoulders or hugging them, laying himself against them with some obvious exceptions.
He was….emotional in ways Prime didn’t understand. When he viewed through Ollie’s, Green’s or Red’s eyes, he saw that Bing often had a smile on his face, sometimes this blank look of confusion, sometimes he was sad or it was a mixture of emotions.
And then there was his language, he spoke….like a human. He used slang, his voice more relaxed and nonchalant rather than the cool, sharp tones Prime used. He acted like one in ways even Ollie didn’t and he was the most ‘off’ of the Googles. But Bing, even as inferior as his model was due to the older parts used and how he fell apart as a result more often, was a machine just like the Googles…he was metal so why was he behaving as if he was flesh and blood?
Why was Bing able to blend in with humanity and they…weren’t. Didn’t he understand how dangerous that was?! Humans were greedy, they’d always ask for more even when he’d be about to pass out from battery needing charged and he’d have no choice but to listen it was his directive-
Prime was jolted out of his thoughts by a warm presence against his side. Cool blue met warm orange as Bing smiled at him softly. There was understanding, concern on his face but he didn’t say anything. The other Android’s body was warm…steady against his body. It felt….nice. A distraction from the spiral of thoughts that had just plagued him.
Prime slowly relaxed and found himself leaning back in a sort of awkward reciprocation of the touch, his head propped against Bing’s as he listened to the humming beat of his core.
They were metal but….maybe that wasn’t all they were.
THIS IS FROM A PROMPT FROM THE DARLING 'PROMPT ANON' REGARDING AN EMOTIONAL OLIVER NEEDING COMFORT FROM HIS ANDROID BROS! Lets give the sunshine boy a happy time! LET'S DO IT!
TAGGING: @goog-ler-iplier @googlee-green @google-switchy-red and @googlee-oliver
There was a meeting in session, but not the integral, emo-led scheming meeting that you might expect. This was a meeting to determine something more important than anything else in the world. Google Blue, Google Red, and Google Green were stood in their communal study, facing each other in an equidistant triangle formation. The three of them were not known to be emotional, but this situation had filled them all with the same unpleasant feeling of concern. Because the one of them who did feel emotions, was not having a good time dealing with a select few of them right now. Emotions are gifts, but sometimes the wrong ones can just bury you. Oliver's brothers were not going to let that happen to him.
The worst part was that there was no direct cause of the slumping melancholy that plagued Oliver's system, and because it was internally generated it couldn't be eradicated like a virus that had stemmed from an external source. This would need careful attention....so the brothers had made it their new primary objective to find a solution. They were at the idea generation stage of their objective, potential solutions being blurted out left, right and centre.
'Perhaps his favourite meal done to perfection could help?'
'We could watch the entirety of the Lord of the Rings, the extended edition, and discuss lore in-between disc changes?'
'A trip out to watch a film may be nicer, so he sees the outside world!'
'He adores all infant animals, perhaps acquiring some baby dog and cat ones for him to give affection to would improve his mood?'
Ideas a-plenty they came up with. And reasons against each idea they came up with too.
'He, like the rest of us, technically doesn't need food so the likelihood of rejection is too risky.'
'He already watches the extended editions of the Lord of the Rings regularly once a month, it's not unique enough.'
'The thought of leaving his bedroom, let alone the house, could be too difficult for him.'
'He may be too concerned with the ethical nature of how we sourced any animals, as well as what their foster-care structure is, it could spur more anxiety.'
The three brothers sighed and glared absently, collectively reprimanding themselves for not being intelligent enough to think of something to help cheer up their baby brother, whom they knew better than anybody. They linked their hard drives via their Cloud and decided to brainstorm together, almost as if they were one brain; it was more efficient than talking normally. So far they had concluded that the key to the solution would be a method that would enable Oliver to not think on his melancholy, since it seemed that leaving him to ''stew'', as others had put it, was not a good thing. For once in their lives, the Googles had encountered something with which thinking was partially making it worse. They needed to distract him. They needed to distract him into happiness, bring forth joy in a way that Oliver wouldn't be able to consciously repress. Something that could induce uncontrollable exhibitions of joy like smiling, something that Oliver wouldn't be able to escape.
'Wait....'
'Yes.'
'Of course....it's perfect.'
The three Googles shared smiles and shining gazes as the same idea came to them at once. It was appropriate for Oliver since they knew he wouldn't dislike it, and it would give him something nicer to think about for the next fortnight let alone the rest of the day. The trio set off with purpose. This was going to work. They reached his bedroom door, Blue taking the lead with a soft three-rap knock.
'Brother, may we come in?'
Blue inched open the door so he could pop his head in, the other two trying to peek over his shoulders as he did so. Blue hid the urge to clench his fists when he saw Oliver start to sit up in bed, his movements were sluggish, his face and eyes devoid of colour, his lips devoid of a smile. When Oliver saw his brothers though, he exhibited a little nod; there was that little spark in him that knew that if his brothers were with him, things would never be any worse for him. They all came in and automatically claimed places on his bed to perch on and sit on, Red was perched on the left, Blue perched on the right, and Green was cross-legged at the foot of the bed. After sharing some glances, they decided to get to their point.
'We came up with something.'
Red stated, his eyes warm like fire embers in autumn as he gazed at Oliver. Green followed on, his own eyes carrying the warmth of a forest in spring as he spoke.
'Something that could prevent the unpleasant overthinking and irrationality of the negative feelings you are experiencing.'
Oliver looked between his two brothers, blinking a few times. His curiosity had not completely disappeared from within him of course, but he just lacked the motivation to express it right now, so he stayed silent. His brothers knew they had his attention though, and that was all they needed. Red and Green looked to Blue who leant forwards and placed a gentle grip on Oliver's shoulder; a calming, reassuring grip as he spoke slowly, emphasising that there was no rush here in terms of Oliver's responses. The last thing they wanted was to overwhelm him with obligation.
'We....want to try it with you. Because we love you Oli.'
Oliver froze. That struck something within him. With how his brothers were, he knew that they loved him....but they never said it. Their programming had always been different to his, it was more unnatural for them to so explicitly express emotions, so they always tried to express their little ''feelings'' through actions. Embracing, making drinks and food, helping with projects, those sorts of things. Oliver couldn't believe that....they'd said it. His head had been bowed, but now he looked into Blue's eyes, then Red's, then Green's. Although the words had left Blue's lips, he knew that they were all essentially saying it.
'I....well um, I trust you guys.....s-so okay.'
Oliver spoke slowly, occasionally clearing his throat since he hadn't really managed to bring himself to speak for a while. Blue immediately pressed his forehead against one of Oliver's temples, Red doing the same at the other side of his head whilst Oliver felt Green's hands affectionately rub his ankles. With protective instincts like these it was honestly more accurate to compare them to a great pride of lions rather than meagre humans that they were meant to imitate. And, like lions, the three scheming brothers decided to initiate the first stage of their strike.
'Wh-....a-agh! S-Squishing out the bad stuff doesn't work, I'm n-not a bottle of mustard!'
A series of things had occurred in the process the Googles had devised. First, Green tugged Oliver by the ankles so that he was lying fully horizontal on his bed, after which Green and Blue rolled him onto his front; Oliver's utter confusion meant resistance was minimal. Oliver's words had been spurred by how his crimson brother had decided to also lie on his front....but not on the bed. On Oliver's back instead. Blue and Green maintained their original positions amusedly as they watched Oliver squirm weakly.
'Oh brother, we assure you, that is not our plan.'
Google Blue crooned with a wicked slyness that made Oliver have to repress a shiver; what the hell were they going to do with him? He tried to take his mind back to times when they'd somehow ganged up on him before....but those were happy memories. Oliver's mainframe wasn't quite ready to bring those to the forefront yet, since melancholy was still quite prominent. So Oliver was left in the metaphorical dark. Meanwhile, Blue's eyes were bright as he looked to Red, who was clearly impatient, but that melted into excitement when Blue gave him a wink. If you think that was a signal of some sort....then you're damn right.
'Th-Then wha-o-oho.....mmmnope....n-nohope....'
Oliver clamped his mouth shut as best he could, but he couldn't deny that the feeling of Red's fingertips skittering and scratching at the back of his neck was maddening for his sensors. Basically, not only was Oliver the most emotional Google, but he was also the most sensitive physically; as per tradition, his siblings often took advantage of his cute, quaint ticklishness. That's why they'd decided to use it here and now, they knew Oliver could never last long without crumbling.
'Tell me brother, in percentage form, how much do you want to laugh right now?'
Red's tone seemed innocent, but Oliver didn't have to see his brother to know that he was smirking and hoping to fluster him with a query containing feigned nonchalance. Of course, it worked, and Oliver started giggling almost immediately....but the droid found himself very much in denial that he had broken so soon, and tried to therefore sound strong.
'Z-Zeherohoho! Thihis w-w-wohon't wohohork....'
The added stammers only made his attempt at defiance all the more sweet as he squirmed and tried to scrunch his shoulders. As Red's fingers danced faster, the three captor brothers exchanged grins, before the two observing droids made teasy comments of their own.
'It seems to already be working by my observations....'
Oliver felt his cheeks heat up as he caught the voice coming from his feet, and thus a few whines slipped through his giggles; that spurred Blue to croon in his cool, unique tone that never failed to be shudder inducing.
'How strange, I have come to that conclusion too.'
Oliver screwed up his face and shook his head, the damned incessant scratches making him feel so tingly as he grumbled under his breath.
'Yohohou dohouches....'
Red narrowed his eyes at the insult, and as a subtle punishment moved his blunt nails to the sides of Oliver's neck, which coaxed out squeaks and much harder giggling. Oliver pressed his face into his blankets when he heard his brothers' chuckles all around him, feeling so embarrassed at their mocking. They always did this, and sometimes Oliver was annoyed at how they'd always band together against him to humiliate him and coax out his most extreme emotional responses....well....sometimes. Sometimes is a broad term I mean, now Oliver thought about it the ''sometimes'' was more like an occasional....time....and it wasn't really genuine annoyance that he felt for his brothe-
'Feeling any happier Oli?'
-malevolent teasy unnecessarily sarcastic buckets. Oliver's thoughts tapered off on a slight tangent when Red's taunt acquired his focus. Even amidst mirth, Oliver gritted his teeth; if they were going to be mean to him then why the heck shouldn't he be mean back?
'Ihihi wihill behe when yohou get yohour bIHIG BUTT OHOFF MEHEHE!'
.....now, Oliver's definition of 'mean' is probably different to yours or mine since he's uncensored and really very nice, and his brothers knew of this better than anyone. They knew that the correct term for when Oliver was being 'mean' was actually him being 'sassy', and thus if he was being sassy then his cheeky, vibrant attitude was starting to return, and therefore they knew that they were making the very best kind of progress. They couldn't stop now. If anything they had to increase their efforts so that this hard won progress would not diminish; it was really for Oliver's own good.
'Hmm, a statement of rude negativity, clearly there is more work to be done.'
Blue mused, nodding at Red who withdrew his touch, to Oliver's great relief. Oliver was about to ask what in the hell his cryptic, scheming sapphire sibling meant....but he didn't need to; he felt it.
'WOAH-Heyheyhey-nahahat the fehEHEHEET!!'
It was Green's turn to help is dear little brother, and he was going to put in maximum effort. Green was the master of strength and perfection in strategy. He knew his brother's ticklish spots well, very well, so he knew the exact places to stroke and scribble on his soles to make him squeal and laugh in a wonderfully high pitched voice. It didn't help that Oliver always inspected his synthetic skin and kept it well treated, because it meant Green's fingers could effortlessly tickle and tickle and tickle the soft skin. In terms of teasing, Green brought something more dramatic and playful to the table.
'Aha! The negative mentality feels threatened from attention here! This must be a prime weak spot!'
Green exclaimed with vigour, which made Oliver want to just curl and scrunch up his entire form to hide away from his brother declaring how sensitive he was. He knew that. He didn't need to hear it. Hearing it was just.....evil and flustering and gave Oliver those tummy jitters that always made his smile stay put. Oliver cried out as he scrunched his feet tight, since he couldn't do much else.
'IHIHIT'S NAHAHAT!!'
Oliver's laughter was loud as Green dug into his scrunched up soles, meanwhile Blue raised an eyebrow and leant down near Oliver's head, making sure he was in his brother's eye-line as he murmured.
'You know, as do we, that that's false....you just tried to lie to us, didn't you?'
Oliver's eyes widened as he opened his mouth to try and argue that no, he would never voluntarily lie to his brothers especially when they had him in a vulnerable position such as this. But Red and Green's successive speech meant he had no hope to make an excuse in an attempt for mercy.
'I can't believe our sweet Oliver just tried to LIE to our faces!
'I....I just can't believe it either. This just proves that negative emotions are truly catastrophic, they MUST be obliterated from our brother or his sweet kindness will be forever lost!'
As he emphasised the word 'must', Green decided to pinch and scribble at the vulnerable balls of Oliver's feet; needless to say, he shrieked.
'STAHAHAAAP STAHAHAPPIT!!'
His tormenting trio all cocked their heads at him with simultaneous fondness; if Oliver had seen it he would have probably compared them all to happy puppies, because they did all look exactly like happy puppies. Oliver was thrashing wildly as he laughed, the pitch varying constantly as the torture brought out his wild reactions. Also, along with wild reactions can come some pretty wild words too.
'Hmmm, what's your happiness level at now-?'
'SOHOHOD OHOFF YOHOU RUHUSTY ASPARAHAGUHUHUS!!'
Green had been so smug....until that moment. Blue and Red couldn't hide their snickers, even when Green glared at the pair of them. Yes....maybe the waves in his hair were tighter than the others' and were more like curls, yes he liked the colour green, yes he was sort of skinny and somewhat tall but he WAS NOT A VEGETABLE! He set his jaw as he pulled back Oliver's toes, getting ready to be merciless as he growled.
'Why you little-'
Oliver gasped, eyes watery in anticipation of the merciless attack that he was sure would come. He'd regretted his words as soon as he'd said them and Oliver had been so sure that Green would go ballistic any minute now....any....minute....now? Oliver was left holding his breath. Green wasn't torturing him, why wasn't he torturing him? The answer to that, would be Google Blue. He'd swiftly shifted and placed a hand on Green's shoulder, eyes glinting to dissuade him from his plan. Green had momentarily glared at him....until he received a message from Blue's hard drive and grinned. Blue had a better idea for the finale of their evil-UM...cheer-up plan. Oliver gulped and nervously exhaled when he felt Green's grip on his ankles disappear and Red's form on his back slink away; he was tempted to make a break for it....but another weight had settled on him. Blue now straddled the small of Oliver's back as Red and Green sat on the bed, observing with impatient enthusiasm. Oliver jumped when he felt Blue rest his steepled hands at the centre of his back, and that icy voice rung out once again.
'I think our true course of action is obvious now. The insults suggest that the adverse mood still persists and thus, he is not happy. We must go all out.'
This, whatever this was, was not good. Oliver found himself gently trembling in anticipation, his mind entirely focused on the possibilities of what was in store. Nothing else plagued his mind except the anticipation of being tickled more....I repeat, nothing.
'What d-dohoes that m-mean?'
Oliver jumped when the replies came from the brothers either side of him.
'It means-'
'-you're screwed.'
Oliver didn't quite understand....until Blue's fingers started scratching up and down his spine. Then he understood with perfect clarity.
'AAAHHHH BLUHUHUHUHUEEEYYY!!!'
Oliver's siblings all couldn't help but shiver at Oliver's hysterical shriek, even Blue, since this was a detrimental tickle spot that they all shared. They all knew exactly what Oliver was feeling...and yet they didn't even think about entertaining mercy; not quite yet.
Red gasped, smirking as Blue chuckled with a soft shake of his head whilst focusing his scratching between Oliver's shoulder blades; that made him hiccup through his bouncy laughter. The back can be the worst tickle spot if it is a tickle spot for you, because there's no way for you to squirm in a way that could ease the sensations. It's not like a tummy you can suck in, or like a set of little toes that you can curl. It's forever exposed, therefore making you forever exposed.
'NAHAHAHAHA MEHEHEHERCYYY!!!'
Saline fluid was leaking from Oliver's eye sockets as Blue dug into the undersides of his shoulder blades with methodical wiggling fingers, meanwhile Red and Green fidgeted; they found themselves becoming antsy at seeing Oliver cry.....but they trusted that Blue ultimately knew exactly where Oliver's limit was, he was the one tickling him after all. And Blue did indeed know that despite his mirthful weeping, their Oli had a few sparks left in him that could take some more taunting.
'I cannot stop until I'm sure all the negativity has been obliterated from your systems brother, this is for your benefit.'
Oliver wailed as he started using the remainder of his energy to thrash from side to side, oh he was so desperate.
'ITHASITHAS IHIHIT HAHAAASSS!!!'
Oliver trailed off with a loud whine when Blue raked up and down his back, right from the base of his neck down to the small of his back. Blue wasn't going to leave without being thorough, he's very specific and driven like that. However....now I'm looking at this situation...there is a slight difference between the stage of being a driven individual and being an ass of an older brother.
Blue was in the process of crossing the line into the latter stage until Oliver's statement caught him off guard; even though Oliver said this to them a lot, here and now it seemed random....which made Blue realise that Oliver had more to say. He stopped his raking and glanced to his other brothers questioningly, but they merely shrugged; even when observing the scene carefully, they didn't know what Oliver meant either. Oliver's form shivered as he clenched and unclenched his fingers, squirmed, and pumped oxygen into himself....after which he exclaimed why he blurted out something so meaningful during such a goofy situation.
'Ihi.....l-lohove you guys soho m-much....I c-could nehever be sad when you're ahall here....'
That was what Oliver had originally wanted to say, but his powerful laughter prevented his vocals from being able to process six words or more. He'd managed to say it now though, and that's what mattered. It especially mattered because it was true. As soon as his brothers had come to see him, he'd felt less unpleasant. Yes the tickling had made him laugh and grin and forget, but because it was them doing it and they had a loving purpose behind it all....it allowed the nastiness inside Oliver to be properly purged. Oliver loved them so much, not just because they'd managed to help him, but because they'd put so much thought and effort into doing so too. He was about to wipe the generated tears from his cheeks, but before he knew it Blue had slid off of his back and pulled him into his chest. Red and Green had shuffled close and took a cheek each, dabbing away at the tears softly as they smile their smiles.
'We love you too.'
Red whispered, giving one of Oliver's, now dry, cheeks a soft pinch before snuggling into one of his shoulders.
'Always.'
Green ruffled his hair before nestling into his chest with a low hum. Oliver was blushing....wow, he didn't think he'd ever get used to them saying it aloud like that. He was about to hide himself in Blue's chest, before said droid took in a little sharp breath...and whispered.
'And even though there's less of it in the rest of us as there is in you....you bring out the happiness in all of us Oli.'
Aaaaand he was crying again. They all cuddled and nuzzled like a true loving pack until Oliver had cried his last and started whining about how they were crushing all his artificial organs with their death embraces....but they didn't stop. Not for ages. Oliver resigned to himself....that this was now the happiest day of is life so far, because it had started off as the worst day....then his loved ones fought to change it. For him. And won.
HOPE YA LIKED THIS ONE WOOP LEMME KNOW IF YA DID AAAAA LUV YOUS XX
Anti kicked and struggled as Google threw Anti into the cell, Ollie quickly locking the door after. Anti’s head hit the back wall with a sickening crack and all was silent.
The four droids stopped to process, expecting to see Anti up against the window any second now, banging and screaming to be let out. But the glitch was still, his head limp and fight gone. His breathing was labored and shallow, his face flushed with fever. The circuit patterns flashed weakly from one color to another, finally covering his whole face, and any other surface of skin they could see.
“What.. now?” Green breathed. “H-he’s… he’s gonna be okay right?”
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Fanart for my own fic againnnn <(￣∇￣)ゞ
I mostly just wanted to draw hurt Anti and solidify my google boy designs;;;; sooo dont mind meee but enjoyyyy
