#googleplier green

[twtangel-arts]

The Blut is Gasoline btw

[orange-waterfalls]

G-Bots (TM)

Googleplier (x4) x viewer!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Funny story! I am no longer physically capable of writing normally! I tried so hard to be normal and just veered off into SCP/Cryptid viewer territory because I like expanding on the idea that the viewer is Not Human! Anyways, you’re hanging out with the Googles. That is it. Nothing is wrong. You do not recognize the bodies in the water haha anyways I think I like went a little creepypasta-esque at the end there but it’s fine I think probably. It’s fine. Might be a little weird in terms of story, but i think this was more focused on world building to me. Probably seen as more platonic than romantic, but see it however you wish. Enjoy!

Word count: 2.5k

G-Bots (TM)

You wheezed just a bit as you sped through wherever-the-fuck you were. Sure, maybe that was a bad idea. Sure, Dark was a little bit threatening and SURE, you were supposed to be back by now, and the fact that you weren’t back with Mark trying to convince him NOT to split up was the tiniest bit problematic. You weren’t even sure this was a building? Were you in the void? Goddammit, not again…

You stopped, concluding that this was bullshit and you did not want to do it right now. You bent over, hands on your knees and took deep breaths. You stared into the emptiness for a bit, then looked around for a moment, just trying to figure things out. You needed to reassess. It was basically one big, long hallway with random twists and terms every few meters. You’d always end up back at the paintings of… them… and knew you’d gone too far. You did that over, and over, and over again. At this point you thought Dark had just forgotten about you. You took a deep breath in and let it out. You stood up straight and looked up at the paintings. You heard their voices echo through your head a bit. You squeezed your eyes shut and your head twitched.

“You’re alright… you’re ok… cool it…” You whispered to yourself. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Meditate. Think.

You looked on either side of the hall and, for the first time, you noticed doors extending down into the void and not stopping. You let out a breath. You felt a slight sense of dread. Something was telling you not to enter the rooms. Some little voice in the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Mark. But, hey, what else were you gonna do?

“Ok… do i want to enter the door on the left or the door on the right?” You asked yourself. You paused to think about it. After a few seconds you felt yourself jerk forward a bit. Your brain felt staticy and you felt compelled to the left. You turned the knob and opened the door slightly. Immediately you heard music that might be in an SCP game, and a voice that sounded suspiciously like “do you recognize the bodies in the water?”. You were hoping no, and you bailed before you had a chance to look. You ended up almost exactly in your previous position in the hall. Your brain felt fuzzy again, and this time you gravitated to the right. You opened the door just a little, maybe to see what was inside, but again you heard the SCP ambiance.

But this time it was from behind you. So, like any smart person, you swung the door open, slammed it behind you and did your best to lock it. But there was no lock. So you stood. Waiting. Nothing happened.

Of course nothing happened. Why would anything happen? Dark wouldn’t want you to get hurt… probably. This was his domain. Probably. If you were alive, it’s because he wanted you to be. If you were in this room, it’s because he wanted you to be.

Speaking of: Where the hell were you?

You turned around to look behind you. In the blank white room there was a single grey couch with all 4 Google androids sitting on it. Apparently they were recharging, because they hadn’t noticed you standing there and also they were plugged into an outlet in the wall. You hadn’t considered that they had to physically plug into something to charge up, but the thought made you snort.

Bad idea.

All of their eyes snapped open at once, revealing the glow of their assigned colors. They all stood up and began walking towards you in unison. You felt a slight sense of dread. Even so, you tried to grab the doorknob, the one that apparently was no longer there, and cursed under your breath when you could only feel the smooth wall behind you. The androids stopped, staring at you. You cleared your throat.

“Hey…” you laughed nervously, “So, uh, funny story, actually-”

“You are not supposed to be here,” The original Googleplier, Blue, stated.

“Well, see, that’s where this whole thing started, um, see, Mark wanted to split up-”

“No human is allowed inside of this room, and not you, either.”

“Well-” You stopped, processing what he said, “Wait. ‘Either’? I’m human.”

“No, you’re not,” Google Green said. You wanted to be offended, but you were more confused.

“What do you mean? I’m human!” You argued.

“What color’s your hair?” Red asked with a mean smirk on his face. You opened your mouth to respond, and an amalgamate of voices saying “BROWNBLACKBLONDEWHITERED” came out. You slapped a hand over your mouth.

“... what the hell was that?” Your muffled voice whispered. Well, you thought it was probably yours.

“What’s your eye color?” BROWNGREENBLUEAMBERYELLOW exited your being before you could even try to answer.

“Do you have any pets?” That one just ended with a computer error sound from you.

“... huh.” You dropped your shoulders a little. The revelation probably should’ve upset you more.

“What are you doing here?”

“I… do not recognize the bodies in the water.” You explained.

“Ah, I see. Darkiplier would want you to not die, therefore you may stay.”

“Ha. Wow. Who knew the Googleplier androids-”

“G-Bots.”

“... what?”

“We are legally not allowed to use the name ‘Google’ anymore. We are now G-Bots.”

“... legally.”

“We were discontinued. And sold. And signed a contract.”

“So does that mean I can’t call you Google anymore?”

“No, that is simply my name. The name of us as androids, however, is now G-Bots.”

“Ok. What about them?” You pointed to the other three.

“Yellow is Oliver, Green is Lee, Red is Elliott.”

“And you’re just Google?”

“They’ve been trying to change my name to Gregor. I deeply dislike it.”

“It’s a good name.” Oliver suggested, smiling.

“Means vigilant.” Lee shrugged.

“Don’t be a pussy, Greg.” Elliott adopted a shit-eating grin as he leaned a little closer to Google.

“You can do… whatever you wish. Just do not be like them, DA.” Google instructed through gritted teeth.

The room began to shift color and expand. The couch was still grey in the center, but there were now four sections of each of the colors. The yellow section was filled with flowers, with a laptop on a desk next to a switch and a little Vector robot sitting by on the windowsill that showed a colorful meadow with bees buzzing to and fro. It glitched for a moment, so you knew the window wasn’t real. The green section had large houseplants and looked a bit like a greenhouse, and had an Xbox hooked up to a TV in the corner and seemed to have a view of a lake in the faux-window. The red section had miscellaneous wires and computer parts and lights here and there, looking like a fire hazard, and a PC on a table, while the window showed what appeared to be space. Google’s section was absolutely spotless, not a single thing anywhere, apart from a tiny skateboard next to a PS4 in the corner, and the window showed computer code.

“Wow.” You said. You might be stuck here for a while, so you might as well enjoy it.

Though you wondered who DA was. -- You hate to say it, but you had a favorite G Bot. It was kind of like having a favorite child, in your mind. You felt like they somehow knew that you had a favorite, but you didn’t know why.

Oliver was the sweetest by far, immediately going to make you as comfortable or entertained as possible while you were with him. He asked you if you wanted to watch something, if you wanted to play a game, if you were hungry, etc. It was kind of like going over to a friend’s house for the first time. He was enthusiastic to the point where he was shaking with anxiety over wanting to make you happy. You thought he didn’t get many visitors and maybe that was why. He showed you his flowers, and the bees, and a small painting in the corner, hoping for  validation. His glowing eyes seemed to dull when you moved on to the next section, but said you’d visit him again. That did help, but he turned away sadly and went to water his flowers.

Lee seemed as though he couldn’t care less if you were there. He told you where everything was and that you could do whatever. If you asked for help, he would stop what he was doing and help you. Once you understood, he immediately resumed his previous task. He was a bit cold, like Google, but in a “I am very busy but I am still here if you need me” sort of way. He played a game or two with you, having a preference for the puzzle games more than anything else. Puzzle horror, more specifically. If there was a shooting part, he immediately shoved the controller into your hands, saying he didn’t want to do that part. When you left, he simply continued with his work without a goodbye.

Elliott tried so hard to ignore you for the longest time. You could hear him scoff and growl anytime you made any sort of noise. You were self conscious at first, but you came to understand that he was just an asshole. You started on a game, playing for a few minutes, and felt the red couch sink next to you because he had sat down next to you. If he thought you sucked (which he did) he would snatch the controller from you and finish whatever you were doing before giving it back. He refused to say anything or help you, either. He’d just make rude noises and walk away occasionally before coming back. When you left, he seemed a lot angrier than he had before, and wouldn’t say goodbye to you. He turned away with a huff and started pressing random buttons on the controller.

Google was by far the least interested in anything you had to do. You sat on the couch next to him, and he didn’t move an inch. You sat there for a bit, waiting, but he did not move. You stood up, walked around, messed with a few things, attempted to play a game or two. Google didn’t move. You pulled up the Gamer ChairTM and sat directly in front of Google, arms crossed. You sighed. Finally, he looked up at you.

“Is there something you need?” He asked in that monotone voice of his.

“I’m bored,” you said.

“Go to one of the others,” He closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, curious.

“That is not-” He sounded exasperated.

“Hey Google, what are you doing?” You interrupted like the little shit you were

“Currently, this G Bot system is recharging its battery. This G Bot is at: 69%.” He shifted to a purely robotic voice.

“Haha nice.”

“This G Bot’s primary objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Would you like to ask a question?”

“Yes. What do you like to do, Google?”

“I enjoy answering your questions. Do you have any more?”

“What company owns you?”

“G-Bots were recently sold by the Google company to Warfstache Incorporated.”

“Wilford has a company?”

“Warfstache Incorporated is co-owned by Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache and Damien-Dami-Da-Darkiplier.” He glitched while answering.

“Who’s Damie-”

“The Corporation owns shows such as ‘Markiplier TV’, ‘Warfstache Tonight!’, and ‘Hire My Ass’. Do you have any more questions?”

“Do you pass the Turing Test?”

“Wondering if you have to treat me with basic decency?” He shifted back to his less robotic, but still monotone, voice.

“No. Just wondering.”

Neither of you spoke again for a while. He did scold you when you tried to move the couch with him still on it, so… progress. -- You were beginning to suspect that Google didn’t like you very much.

The blue one. Google. The other ones liked you. Oliver ranted to you for a whole half hour about different kinds of bugs and the hierarchy of bees. The queen is assassinated when she is bad for the hive, it would seem. Lee made you play Resident Evil with him because he didn’t like the fighting, but he liked figuring out what to do. You frantically passed controllers back and forth a lot. Elliott basically did speedruns of several games, you watching intently the whole time. He seemed to like the attention and actually smiled at you whenever he finished one.

But Google didn’t like you. He ignored you, and told you not to touch anything, and scowled whenever you asked him personal questions. Not like “what’s your sexuality” type of personal questions. More like… “what’s your favorite color and why is it blue” sort of questions. He didn’t like them either way.

But the others liked you, and that was pretty neat.

You still wanted Google to like you though.

“Hey Google,” he perked up with the little “do-do!” noise, “Can you guys go into your different sections?”

“All G-Bots have the ability to pass into other’s color-coordinated sections,” He answered politely.

“Why don’t you?”

“We don’t want to.”

“Do you get along?”

“Yes.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Celine dislikes when colors are mismatched.”

“Who’s-”

“I’m sorry, this G Bot needs to charge.”

“But you haven’t been-”

“This G Bot needs to charge.”

“Come on, if you--”

“This G Bot needs to charge.”

You quieted and plopped into the chair. You stared at Google. His eyes flickered for a moment before they closed. -- The other Bots knew who Celine and Damien were, they just weren’t telling you. Their eyes always flickered when you asked, but they wouldn’t tell you.

You threatened not to play with Lee anymore. He said he could play on his own. You could see that he didn’t want to. You played Alien: Isolation. His eyes seemed duller.

You threatened not to watch Elliott’s speedruns. He said he didn’t care. You could tell that he did. You watched him play Hollow Knight. His eyes seemed duller.

You threatened not to listen to Oliver’s rants. He looked terrified, but he said that was fine. You could tell it wasn’t. You begged him to tell you. He looked sad.

“Who’s Damien?” You asked softly, stepping towards him.

“I can’t tell you,” He shifted back.

“Who’s Celine?” You stepped forward.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Who’s DA?”

All of the G-Bots stopped what they were doing. You heard static and felt like you were being watched. -- You looked up at the color on the outside of the museum.

You were doing something. You were doing something.

Were you robbing this place? It felt like you were. What happened to Mark? What happened… to you?

You stared at the doors, feeling a slight sense of dread. Something in the back of your head was telling you this wasn’t right. To go home. To…

--

“Ignorance is Bliss. Try Again?”

[an-albino-pinetree]

I mean like- I did draw this yesterday, over that old doodle, but that’s not Green normally*

I was watching the original Dentist, and it got me in a creepy doctor mood.

I need to make a normal Green. 🎄

[orange-waterfalls]

Cuddle Wuddles!

Googleplier Green(Lee) x gn!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: A bit shorter than normal, but it gets the message across fine, methinks. Lee is emotionally stunted, reader isn’t having it. He eventually gives in. Also I mentioned eyes again since you said you liked yours <333. Cuddles! And fluff. And an emotionally stunted robot. And a bit of Prolonged Eye Contact. Not in detail. Also Lee’s an asshole but we know this. Enjoy!

Word count: 1.2k

Cuddle Wuddles!

You honestly hate him. Really, you do. He’s a bastard and you hate him. A cuddle. That’s all you asked for. A fucking cuddle. Not anything weird or out of the ordinary. And he won’t let you live it down. It’s not like you asked him to hit you or something (not that there’s anything wrong with liking that sort of thing). You shouldn’t have asked Dark if he could visit. You should’ve just… left it alone. You could’ve hung out with Wilford. You could’ve hung out with Derek and it would’ve been a better experience.

“Can I pwease have a cuddwe mistew gween?” He mocked. You sat on your bed, legs and arms crossed as he leaned down near you and teased your simple request. “Do you want to cuddle?''. That’s it. “Pwetty pwease mistew wobot man, I want a wittle cuddwe.” The game he was playing had been long abandoned, the little character waiting patiently in the middle of the screen. The controller had been tossed haphazardly onto the bed nearby and you were tempted to chuck it down the hall.

“Lee. I swear to fucking God. I’m going to kill you,” You point at him warningly. He just taps the tips of his index fingers together.

“May I have a cuddwe wuddle fwom my boyf, uwu?” He was very clearly trying not to laugh. You dropped your hand. His ‘uwu’ voice was starting to get on your nerves. You took a deep breath. No tears. Not now. He’s not being serious. Probably.

“If it’s a fucking no you can just say so,” You grit out. He pauses.

“Oh, come on, I’m kidding!” He laughs. You turn away from him. He scoffs. “Come on…” You stand up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen area.

You walk calmly and you can hear frantic footsteps behind you as he follows. You don’t really have a specific plan, but you want him to feel a little bad. Or at least apologize. Which he won’t. So option one.

“Come on!” He repeats as you start heating up some leftover food. “Babe, I was kidding!” He tends to use “babe” and “homie” interchangeably, as though they are the same word or have the exact same meaning in any context. Which they don’t. But that was pretty fine. Except when he called you “homeslice” when you two had a tender moment after you brushed his hair.

“And I am making food,” You respond. You can feel his baffled expression without even looking. Sure enough, you turned around and he was gaping at you.

“Come on!” He practically begged, “I’m…” You raised your eyebrows. He paused. “I’m… not hungry… and neither are you.” You huffed and spun back around.

Another thing he tends to do is refuse to give an apology in any context, even when he’s wrong.

“Says you,” You snort.

“Yeah, says me, cause I’m right!” He raises his voice a little.

“Uh-huh.” You don’t look at him.

“Babe.”

“Mm.”

“Mate.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Friend?”

“You’re reaching.”

“We can-we can cuddle, if you want!”

“Well, I don’t want to anymore.”

“But--” He let out a harsh breath. You were taken aback by how… sad he sounded all of a sudden. You turned around to look at him. His hands were by his head and his eyes darted across the ground. You tilted your head. He sighed and dropped his arms. “... right. Yeah.” He shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Lee?” You asked, softer.

“Well, when you’re… done eating we can… play… play a bit of Little Nightmares before I go, if you want.” He looked you in your face, but you could tell he was avoiding your eyes. You rolled your eyes.

Emotionally stunted robots.

You put your food back in the fridge and grabbed Lee’s hand. You lead him to the bedroom, him trailing behind nervously. He yelped when you shoved him into your bedroom. He spun around to look at you.

“Wha-” He started with a laugh.

“Do you want to cuddle or not because I’m not gonna do this stupid back and forth all night,” you stated, “Make a goddamn decision.” He stared at you for a minute. You widened your eyes and he coughed and shook his head.

“What? Yeah, I… I’m, uh… sure, yeah, that’s… ok,” He cleared his throat and stood stiffly beside the bed. Your mouth turned up into a smile, though you were still a bit annoyed. You walked over and gently took his arm. You climbed into the bed, him shakily trailing in after. You laid down on your side, getting comfy and looking at him, and waited for him to do the same.

Well, he laid down. That was a start. But his limbs were stiff and he was staring at the ceiling. You watched his face for a little before getting annoyed again.

“Would you fucking relax?” You raised your voice. He jumped and turned his head to look at you. His eyes were a beautiful green, and you silently praised his maker for it. You gave him a soft, warm smile. He relaxed, finally, and turned to you, resting his hands under his head. He stared at you, and you stared back.

After a minute or so of prolonged eye contact, you started to get deeply uncomfortable. You tried looking everywhere but his eyes, but he continued his staring. This was getting weird and borderline creepy. You opened your mouth to tell him so.

“Your eyes are gorgeous.” Your eyes snapped back to his. He was still staring, but it was less focused. More… gazing. You felt your face heat and one of your fingers twitched.

“Lee…” You laughed.

“I could look for hours and never get tired. Like I’m being… drawn in by your tide and swept under the waves.” You blinked. Holy shit. This is what you get? No ‘sorry’s, no ‘i love you’s, BARELY any acknowledgement of any relationship, but you get this after one minute of staring at each other? Really?

“Tell me more.” You smirked and shifted a little closer to him. He hesitantly reached out and poked you in the forehead. “Lee.”

“When you scrunch your nose like that,” He smiles, “it reminds me of the finer things in life.”

“What, like coffee? Chocolate?” You scoff.

“You.” His hand moves to gently grab your chin. He tilts your head left and right, as if he’s inspecting you for something. Or trying to figure something out. You grab his wrist when he goes for your waist.

“You’re being weird.” You squint.

“Am I?” He gives you a smug little grin and quirks an eyebrow. You throw yourself on your back and sit up straight.

“Pick up your damn controller before I start crying.” You sneer. He smiles wide and grabs the controller. You can sense he’s about to start teasing you again, so you give him a pointed look. He keeps his mouth shut, though obviously trying not to smile, and raises his hands in surrender. He sits back against the headboard and you fit yourself in his lap. He wraps his arms around you and holds his controller, you holding his arms. He continues the game.

He plays for a few more hours, commenting every once and a while and cursing whenever he dies. Your eyes start to droop and you feel yourself getting sleepy. You adjust in his arms until your head is laying on his chest. As your breathing slows down and you fall asleep, you hear the faintest “sweet dreams” before you’re out cold.

[an-albino-pinetree]

Wait.

Those colours look familiar. 🎄

[orange-waterfalls]

Do any of your Googles like hugs? 👀 Hug/cuddle headcanons? 🤲🏻

GOOGLEPLIER (x4) HUG/CUDDLE HC’S!

They’re desperately touch-starved, the lot of them 

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Loves hugs the most: Oliver

He loves hugs so much

It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy

He prefers hugs to cuddles because he doesn’t have to stay in one place

He does like a good cuddle if it’s for a movie or w/e

He’s just not too patient

Hugs though? Godly

The warm, gentle touch of another being

Does the grabby hands, as one does when they want cuddles

Squeezing so tight it feels like he’ll never let go

Sways from side to side a little and will continue to hug you while you try to leave, please don’t leave.

He hugs Lee a lot when he’s allowed to.

Lee likes hugs as well, and they just kinda stand there until Google has to pry them apart

Also tries to hug Google and is promptly and forcibly shut down

Will just like. Talk while hugging.

You thought this was gonna be quiet bonding time? hell no

Not even like “sweet nothings” or some shit, no

Hour long rants. Sit tight.

“see honey bees are social bugs so that means they have a hierarchy similar to ants and termites now at the top of the hierarchy is obviously the queen, and the q-”

He just likes being as close as possible to anyone else at any given moment

Loves cuddles the most: Lee

Lee? Loving cuddles? You’re kidding.

Nope. Fucking loves cuddling

Spoiler alert: he likes being the little spoon. It makes him feel safe.

He curls up into a fetal position and just holds onto your arm

If you’re facing each other, he will stare into your eyes for literal hours

Tell him beforehand if you don’t like that.

He likes memorizing every feature of the other person’s face

Does get a bit gothy and ominous after a while

“Your eyes are a void that I cannot look away from. I am trapped, hypnotized, until you release me from my confines. I would die here if I could” “what the fuck does that mean” “your eyes are pwetty”

Is still a little shit, however, and will make fun of you if you ask to cuddle

Threaten to withhold cuddles and he might cry don’t do it

Has cuddled Oliver once or twice

His brother simply cannot, however, so he has settled for cuddling a pillow

He has cuddled Elliott once AND ONLY ONCE and has sworn never to speak of it again. he immediately told Oliver.

Will talk about little things he noticed throughout the day

His voice is very soft and calming

Will absolutely fall asleep if you let him

Also likes cuddling when he’s playing a game. It’s grounding

He just likes the closeness and prolonged intimacy of cuddling

Hates hugs the most: Google

He feels trapped and confined

And he’s been in a BOX before, don’t get him started

Claustrophobia? Him? Never. *sarcasm*

But he really doesn’t enjoy a lot of physical touch

It’s weird and warm and it feels like he’s on fire get aWAY-

He will award. One(1) handhold. Per week.

If you ever do get him to give you a hug, appreciate that shit.

It Will Not happen again any time soon

He’s shaking and overheating and shit I think his graphics card caught fire

Never speak of this to anybody

But also he might ask to do it again

He actually really likes handholding although it makes him feel wEiRd 

Has held hands with Oliver while they charged because he wanted to

Elliott and Lee made fun of him so he doesn’t do it anymore

(still does it if Oliver asks)

His highest form of affection is probably just talking? 

He doesn’t do it a lot since he is a firm believer that he is going to answer questions and destroy mankind and that is IT

but if he starts talking about a weird bug he saw?

broski u hit the JACKPOT my mans is in love with you

well not,,,, IN LOVE necessarily. not even necessarily love

he. greatly appreciates. your presence. that’s all you get

Hates cuddles the most: Elliott

here’s the thing though dhgfyueg

he SAYS he hates cuddles?

but he’s just an emo and refuses to acknowledge his feelings

a thing? that isn’t games? brings him joy? fucking gross get it away.

has once or twice cried into a pillow

by which I mean once a week hwsgfre

it’s just Too Much, honestly

it’s just physical touch fucking EVERYWHERE it’s UNCOMFY

It makes him feel bad and tingly and he doesn’t like it

he sees two characters hold hands in a game and starts blushing

scANDELOUs oh my goodness oh no oh gosh

what’s his poison in terms of affection? kith

or like anything having to do with his hair/face

give him a good kiss on the forehead and he will collapse

Lee once kissed him on top of his head as a joke and he started sobbing

“nOthing i’m fIne”

he also likes being petted. a LOT

He once let Lee brush his hair. He started crying, yes. But Lee just kept going and pet his hair a little bit afterward to make him feel better

This is the same Lee that once called him a stupid little bitch boy when he died one too many times in Fallout 3

He likes his face being touched? For some reason?

Like just in little ways. a boop on the nose, a faux-slap on the cheek, etc.

He feels kinda stupid for it

If someone were to, say, hold his face in their hands he might propose on the goddamn SPOT

Let him lay in your lap and play with his hAIR, GODDAMMIT

he likes feeling cared for

[an-albino-pinetree]

Working on getting some headcanons up- but I’m also gonna change Green’s hairstyle.

It’s too similar to the rest of them.

[orange-waterfalls]

I’m fuckin’ 4’9 Lee, I don’t think I’d be able to be the big spoon ;w;

he'd try anyways. as long as your arms are around him in some way he'll be alright <3