requiem: robros angst pt.two (@dorkstache if you thought last part was bad, you aren’t even ready)
Warnings: major character death, grieving
a/n: DO NOT TAG AS A SHIP! Bing and Google are brothers :)
This fic is based off of the song “requiem” from DEH
description: in which Bing is in denial about his feelings about his brother being dead
Back in Bing’s room, Dr. Iplier is reluctant to leave him.
“I told you, I’m fine, Doc. You can go.” Bing says, but his voice sounds far away almost like it’s not really him that’s saying it.
“Bing, I’m worried about you. This is devastating news, it's okay to feel sad--”
Why should I play this game of pretend?
“Why would I feel sad?” Bing says, looking up to meet the doctors eyes.
Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?
“Why would I feel sad?” He repeats. “He was terrible to me.”
“Bing, I know that he didn’t always show it, but Google loved you. More than anything.”
Why should I have a heavy heart?
“No, he didn’t! Google hated me, and he had no problem at all letting me know!” Bing yells, standing up suddenly from the bed he was sitting on. “He hated me!”
Why should I start to break in pieces?
“Google did not hate you, Bing! You were the one thing he cared about! The only thing that could actually make him feel something!” Dr. Iplier yells, desperate to get Bing to realize this. Google might have had a strange way of showing it, but Bing was the only thing he loved. The one thing he’d die to protect.
Why should I go and fall apart for you?
“Oh, really?” Bing asks, loudly. “Is that why he insisted on constantly putting me down? On letting me know that I was the inferior search engine? That everyone hated me?”
“I can’t reason with you when you’re like this. But we found this while recovering some of Google’s backup files. It’s addressed to you.” Dr. Iplier says, handing over a hard drive that Bing takes tiredly. “I’d watch it, if I were you.” With that, the doctor got up and left the room leaving Bing alone.
Why should I play the grieving boy and lie?
“I don’t need this,” Bing says to no one in particular.
And that my world has gone dark without your light?
He plugs in the hard drive.
Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep,
No one lights a candle to remember.
No, no one mourns at all when they lay them down to sleep...
So don’t tell me that I didn’t have it right…
Bing is met with an image of Google’s face. He’s in the dark room, he looks terrible.
“Hey, B-b-bing.” He says. It’s clear there's something incredibly wrong. “If you’re seeing this, it means that I’m probably dead.” Bing can feel his heart, or what he assumes to be the closest thing he has to a heart, drop. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But it had to.”
Don’t tell me that it wasn’t black and white...
Bing doesn’t want to keep watching. It hurts too much. But he can’t bring himself to look away.
“This was just supposed to be a regular update. But I was vulnerable. And Harold...Harold found me. Hacked into my system, told me he had given you a virus.” Bing sits there, unable to pull his eyes away from the screen. “I had to do something to save you.”
After all you put me through,
“I intercepted the virus myself. I thought my programing could handle it, I thought I’d be fine. I couldn’t let them hurt you, Bing.”
Don’t say it wasn’t true…
“You’re my little brother, Bing. And I know that sometimes I have a...difficult way of showing it,”
That you were not the monster that I knew!
Bing can’t watch anymore. He turns it off, trying to hold back the sobs.
“Google...Google I’m sor-I’m so sor..ry…” he sobs, clutching his legs to his chest and trying to catch his breath. Dr. Iplier reenters the room after that, pulling him into a hug and trying to soothe him. “My brother,” he cries. “My big brother…”
I will sing no requiem tonight.
listen i’m not responsible for any death this caused
