#google oliver

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Unus: Is a chipmunk microscopic?

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Remus: I'm the ketchup queen!

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Iplier: We learned about the Holocaust freshman year I think.

King: But, did you learn about slavery?

Iplier: Well, slavery's an American thing.

King: The Holocaust was an American thing..

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Patton: Roman, *points at Remus* what's his name?

Roman: ..Remus?

Patton: Logan told me you said you didn't know his name.

Roman: He was yelling at me! Like, "WHATS HIS NAME" and I was like "I-I don't know!"

Janus: Why was Logan yelling at Remus?

Virgil: He was snorting crackers.

Patton: 😦

Janus: 😦

Remus: ..They were Pringles..

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Dark: Don't pack up, you would have to wait there for ten minutes and the only person that stands at the door for ten minutes is Jesus.

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Mike: I wish I was homeless.

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Bim: *To Heapass* You're gonna die how a hamster dies; get stuck in the microwave somehow.

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King: Stop throwing sandwiches at me!

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Dark: *Leaves meeting to grab something*

Green: *Moves to Darks chair*

Oliver: What are you doing?

Green: Shhhhh *slowly holds up crock threateningly*

Oliver: *Holds up both his shoes* Shhh

Green: *Holds up other shoe* Shhhh

Bing: *Gives Oliver his shoe*

Oliver: *Now threateningly holding up three shoes*

Green: Crap! Wilford, gimme your-

Dark: What in the name of-

Green: *Shreaks and drops shoes*

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Remus: I'm an attack helicopter tchwtchw.

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While trying to glitch away, the bolt had knicked Alt’s leg causing him to yell out and skid across the ground. He gripped at his leg and stared at the gushing blood- it had taken out a big chunk.

Bro still wasn’t used to fighting Alt- all of this still felt so foreign. So when he saw he had really hurt him- the hero paled and tried to rush over. “O-Oh fuck! Are you okay??”

The glitch just bared his teeth at Bro like a cornered animal. He looked over to find the shit he was trying to steal that fell out of his hands and his mask- reached out desperately to grab them- then glitched away before Bro could fully get to him.

He didn’t need Chase’s fucking pity.

He managed to glitch to Mag’s latest lair (he often switched between a few in the city to keep trails off him) and almost passed out. One of Mag’s panthers, a smaller one that has a pink and black freckled nose, nudged Alt a bit as she found him before grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket. She started to trot off with him to see Magnificent. Usually Alt wouldn’t mind and would just let it happen- but sadly he wasn’t a kitten and being dragged was scraping his injured leg on the ground.

“Ow ow lucky! I-I’m okay girl just- let go!”

He glitched weakly out of her grip and fought to catch his breath. Lucky sat down and cocked her head at Alt in confusion and let out a concerned rumble. She nudges her nose against Alt’s hurt leg.

“I-I know girl I’m gonna fix it just-“

The sounds of dress shoes clicking on the concrete floor has Alt stiffening. He whirls around and sees Magnificent approaching. The cat masked magician cocks his head at Alt, much like his panthers.

“Is there a problem, kitten?” He purrs.

Alt grits his teeth and then throws the bag of goods at Mag’s feet. A couple jewels fall out and clink on the floor.

“No trouble. Fantastic got the jump on me but I got the shit.” Alt mumbles, trying to hide his bleeding leg.

Lucky however presses up against his leg with a tiny roar and the pressure is enough to make Alt cry out.

Magnificent pauses in studying the stolen goods. “You’re injured-“ he observes.

Alt thinks back to his previous mistakes while employed by Magnificent and stammers out, “I-It’s fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle. It won’t stop me from working, I promise you.”

The cat masked villain gets back to his feet and approaches Alt. Alt can’t help but want to stumble back but Lucky keeps him from moving.

Magnificent eyes the injury the best he can then shoos Lucky away so he can kneel down and take a look at it. Alt’s heart is in his throat.

But Magnificent merely hums in thought before getting up.

“It will be troublesome to you to not get that treated, Alt. And I can’t have my apprentice going around hurting himself unnecessarily.”

He flicks up his hand and in a flash of green magic Alt’s phone is yoinked out of his pocket. Alt yelps and tries to grab it only for the magic to drop it in his hands easily. Alt blinks slowly and looks up at Magnificent.

He waves his hand, “Look up a nearby clinic and get that taken care of. The longer it’s left alone- the worst it will heal.” He starts to turn away.

Alt is confused. Mag… hadn't been this understanding to him with injuries before. Well… maybe he hadn’t gotten this injured… but- mistakes were usually met with harsh punishment. guess… things really were different now that he was his apprentice. Alt felt a bloom of warmth he didn’t understand in his chest.

He bit his lip and shakily asked, “Hey- you’re magic though… you don’t… have any healing spells?”

Mag stops to look back at Alt and then chuckles.

“A fair question but… no. I can’t heal. That’s not something a dark magician can do.”

Alt narrows his eyes, seeming more confused. Mag sighs. “I’ll teach you the difference between light and dark magic when you’re not bleeding out.”

He throws something out at Alt and the glitch struggles to catch it. Luckily- lucky does and she proudly drops it into Alt’s hand. It’s a black credit card.

“Do not glitch around. Use that to get help, feed yourself and for the physician's bill.” Magnificent instructs before teleporting away in a wave of tv static.

Alt looks down at the now slightly slobbery card. This was… most likely stolen. But- he didn’t care right now. His leg was fucking killing him.

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The closest clinic Alt could find was… odd. In big red letters its side read: DOOM URGENT CARE AND CLINIC.

“Well that’s not fucking ominous…” Alt mutters under his breath. Sounds like a place that a sketchy doctor would lure patients in to kill them…

Still though- Alt didn’t have time to be picky- as much as he wanted to be. Now that he was working as a criminal… going to a high end hospital was out of the question. He hated those fucking places anyways.

He swallows shakily then starts to limp into the clinic, pulling his normal smiley face mask over his face.

The door chimed slightly to alert his presence. Alt was surprised- this place was way more colorful than any hospital he’d been to before.

The large waiting room had a long stripe of color on the main wall showing off blue, yellow, green and red. A bright blue desk that slightly glowed was waiting in the middle. In front of the area was a collection of chairs, the same bright colors as the stripes. And there was even bean bag chairs and toys for kids from the looks of it. A tv quickly played from where it was hung on the opposite wall. It was so pleasant in here for a place with the word ‘doom’ on the outside…

An older bearded gentleman was sitting behind the desk, idly watching the tv. He blinked as he saw Alt out of the corner of his eye then perked up.

“Hello! Welcome to Doom urgent care!” He greeted cheerfully.

“Uh… hi?” Alt muttered back, shifting uncomfortably. He was gonna get blood on those nice chairs wasn’t he-

“What can I help you with, sir?”

Alt limped to the desk and anxiously played with his scarf. “I uh… got injured on my leg. I need someone to look at it.”

“Oh of course! Lemme call one of the nurses to get you all checked in.” He pressed a button on the phone behind the desk. “Ollie? We got a patient- can you get him set up?”

It didn’t take more than 20 seconds for the double doors leading further into the practice to spring open. A cheerful younger male in yellow scrubs and glasses raised his hand and smiled. “Here, dad!”

Alt blinked in surprise. Dad? Guess this was a family business… huh. And woah… this guy not only had the same name as Jackie’s kid but.. if you squinted they almost looked the same. Alt felt a pang in his chest he quickly tried to ignore.

The receptionist winced with a laugh. “Not at work Oliver- we gotta keep it professional looking remember?”

The younger boy, Oliver, blushed and gave him an embarrassed smile. “R-Right…” He turns to Alt, “Sorry I’m really new… just came out of nursing school- still getting used to this… but-! Let’s get you helped out, alright?”

Alt felt uneasy- especially with how nice everyone was here and how eager they were to help. God- if they knew they were helping a criminal…

“I uh… t-this is stupid. I shouldn’t be here… g-goodnight-!“ Alt quickly stammers out- trying to back out. He could solve this on his own- he always had.

Oliver and the receptionist looked confused. Alt almost tried to glitch out but- he was so low on energy. He hadn’t eaten anything before coming here… the effort alone of trying to glitch had him seizing up and starting to see spots. He stumbled back, gripping at his dizzy head. His leg slipped on one of the loose kids toys and he toppled back- hitting his head hard on the tile below. The last thing he heard was strangled cries of concern.

Alt came to later with a low groan, blinking his eyes open blearily to try to figure out where he was. He was in a small white room that had a band of yellow at the top of the walls. The table and other equipment had accents of yellow too. This place was so colorful it almost hurt his eyes…

Wait- that’s right! He went to that weird clinic then… he- he passed out? What happened?

He tried to get up and yelped slightly as he tugged on an Iv drip in his arm. …why is there a fucking Iv drip in his arm??

He almost tries to yank it out- but a frantic voice stops him.

“W-Wait! Don’t do that!”

Another man stumbles in, not the same guy as before. This one looks slightly older, with different octagonal glasses and green scrubs. The name tag on his uniform reads “Dr. Jayden Doom, PN”

Alt stops his action but glares slightly at this new ‘doctor’. The doctor seemed to gulp before calling out into the hallway. “O-Oliver! Your mystery patient is awake!”

Rapid footsteps come down the hall before the yellow scrubbed man from before practically slides in. He beams at Alt. “You’re awake!”

He claps the other man on the shoulder with a smile, “Thanks, Jays!” The doctor nods and wanders off, muttering for Oliver to keep a close eye.

Alt bristles like a cornered cat. He hated going to the doctors… this whole thing set his nerves on fire.

Oliver’s face falls slightly before he tries to laugh. “Ha… not a cheery waker huh? I get it… I’d be pretty crabby too after waking up from hitting my head…”

“Why do I have an Iv?” Alt growled.

The nurse perks his head up, “oh! You had an extremely low blood sugar! Usually we’d give you juice and crackers and monitor it but… well… you did faint. So this is just a precaution. Let’s see if your levels are better.”

After going though the usual procedure (although Alt was squirmy the whole time) Ollie finally steps back and nods.

“Well- it’s not great but you did lose a lot of blood. Once the doctor’s done checking your wound we can get you some snacks to help build it back up!” Oliver beams, keeping his cheery composure.

Alt makes a face but nods. Oliver makes quick work on removing the IV and patching Alt up.

While he’s finishing another similar looking man peeks his head in, wearing red scrubs. His hair was slightly messed and more spiked than the last guy’s was. He looks way more tired to- like he’d been awake for a day or so.

“Yo Ols- I’m heading home… you need anything?”

Oliver had just finished bandaging up Alt and smiles to the other man. “I’m good Rhett- get some good rest!”

The man simply nods and heads down the hall.

Alt observes quietly before speaking up, “You guys are all… really friendly to each other for doctors…”

Oliver laughs, “That’s cuz we’re all family! All the doctors here are my older brothers. Our step dad, Dr. Iplier is the one you saw at the front desk. He helps keep the clinic running!”

“Woah, really?” Alt asks, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Yup! All of us really love helping people… so we all worked together to keep this clinic strong. We have some other staff but- this clinic is our pride and joy. We live close by so me and my brothers often switch shifts around so we can be open whenever.” His brown eyes twinkle with excitement, “That’s why I’m so excited to get through this and earn my doctorate too! That way my brothers won’t have to keep an eye on me and we can all work to help as many people as we can! ” He chuckles nervously though, his ears reddening. “I’m… just a nurse for now though… but I’m glad I can support everybody here.”

There’s a cough in the doorway that has both Alt and Oliver looking up. Another man, a bit older than the other two, stands in the door. He has deep blue scrubs and a white coat with an embroidered G on the lapel.

“Is our patient awake enough for an examination?” He asks, his voice borderline monotone. But, he has a soft look in his eyes as he looks at Ollie.

Oliver blushes more but smiles, looking to Alt. “Oops- sorry to ramble at ya but.. thanks for listening! Uh… before i go, what’s your name? I forgot to ask…”

Now it’s Alt’s turn to blush slightly. “Uh… it’s Alt. Alt B-Brennan.” He muttered, making sure to use one of his alisies he’s accumulated over the years.

The nurse smiles brighter. “Alt huh? What a cool name! Well- it was nice to meet ya Alt! I hope Google can help you feel better!” The doctor opens his mouth with a scowl at Oliver but the boy quickly springs away, making the doctor sigh.

“…Google?”

“That’s… my brothers’ nickname for me. It’s been a joke since we were kids…” He sighs, “it’s a long story so I won’t bore you with the details but. Anyways.” The doctor straightens up to look more professional, holding his clipboard close to his chest.

“Hello Mr. Brennan. I’m Dr. Griffith Doom and I’ll be taking care of you today. Now…” he checks Alt’s chart. “It looks like we got your wound patched up to try to stop the bleeding while you were unconscious. However, we didn’t want to assess the damage fully until you were awake. Do you mind if we look at it now?”

“Uh… no that’s- go ahead…” Alt shifted uncomfortably, trying to resist the urge to glitch.

Dr. Doom nods his thanks and shifts to move Alt into a better position before unwrapping his leg. The doctor pulls out some tools and studies the wound with a critical eye.

Eventually he asks, “What was the cause of the wound? Bullet? Or perhaps- something superpowered?”

This made Alt jolt, looking at the doctor with wide eyes. “H-Huh?? How- how did you know that?”

The doctor’s lip just barely went up in a smirk. “You’d be surprised how often those injured by supernatural forces come to see small clinics, Mr. Brennan. Since we’re out of the general public’s eye we can treat those kinds of injuries with more…discretion.”

He flips through a few pages on his clipboard before addressing Alt again. “I have my suspicions but- who caused the injury?”

Alt grits his teeth and looks away, curling his hands into fists. Should he say… and risk being treated as the criminal he really was?

Google seems to notice Alt’s hesitantation. He places a gentle hand on Alt’s knee and adds in a soft voice. “I ask only for treatment purposes, not to judge or incriminate you. We have an oath at this clinic to treat anyone who comes through our doors to the treatment they deserve. And we believe everyone deserves to not be in pain. That’s why we're here…”

Alt feels tears in his eyes that he quickly tries to blink away. He tugs on his jacket like it was weighed down with his sins.

“And well- we’ll try to keep your identity a secret as well. We’ve dealt with enough to do our job on that pretty well. I know it’s hard to trust a stranger, but this is information needed to get you back on your feet.”

Alt finally sighs and just barely glances at the doctor before answering. “…it was Bro Fantastic.”

He expected a raised eyebrow or a judgmental glance from the doctor. But Dr. Doom just simply nods and walks over to his computer and types some stuff in. Eventually he nods again and starts to grab supplies.

He comes back over and sets out burn cream and bandages and gets to work cleaning the wound with fresh water. Huh- Alt can barely feel it… maybe they put numbing cream on it earlier.

While he works the doctor explains, “Bro Fantastic usually only gives us impact patients from the forces of his blows. However he does create injuries like this- similar to a bullet wound but with no metal to extract, and slightly burned skin around the exit wound from the heat of his energy. If not properly treated and just covered it would take longer to heal so… we need to treat it like a burn until that skin is healed enough to close the wound.”

Alt slowly nods. That makes sense but.. he would have never thought of that. “You sure do know your stuff, Doc…” He mumbles.

Dr. Doom chuckles lightly. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks.” He works quickly and expertly to apply to burn treatment and wrap Alt up. Alt tests his leg and wow- it hardly even felt like the wound was there.

“Better?” Dr. Doom asked with a hidden smile.

“Much,” Alt sighed with relief.

“Good.” The doctor turned and gathered up some materials in a bag for Alt. “Here’s some small packs of that cream and bandages. Try to change them regularly and check on the wound. Keep activity on your leg light for a few days to really help it heal. Any other questions for me?”

Alt looked at the bag of supplies with surprised wonder. Didnt doctors usually expect you to get your own supplies? Jesus these guys were so nice-

The pickpocket shakes his head and pockets the bag, trying to get a more stoic look back. “N-No I think I’m good…”

Dr. Doom smiles just barely. “Good. Don’t be afraid to come back if you have any more trouble. Oh and-“ He leans over to his desk then gives Alt a card. “Here’s our business card. We try to be open as much as we can be so… if you need any assistance day or night, give us a call.”

Alt blinks at the card then pockets it too. “Uh yeah… thanks Doc.”

The doctor shakes his head, “it’s no problem. Now let’s get you some snacks from Ollie- and I’m giving you some doctors orders to go get some real food after this.” He gently puts his hand on Alt’s back to lead him out.

Alt chuckles, “you don’t have to tell me twice… I’m starving.”