#googlebing

THANK YOU :D (I do very much enjoy Google x Bing)

send me a writing prompt!

I chose prompt 15. Or “two androids hide a body”

Prompt 15: “Murder wasn’t on today’s agenda.“ “It’s not on anyone’s.“ “No, it is on mine. Just not until next Tuesday.“

“Gooogssss!” The voice grated on Blue’s audio receptors and he glanced up from his screen, annoyed. What could he possibly want?

    “Bing.” Blue greeted the search engine as he came barrelling into the room, core whirring with exertion. If the annoyance faded, just a little bit, at the sight of Bing, then he ignored it. Pesky emotions.

    “I … have … a question!” Bing bent over, hands on his knees, as he fought to catch his breath. Clearly he’d been running for a while.

    “Can’t you answer your own question?” Blue bit back a slightly exasperated sigh and a derogatory comment about Bing’s efficiency as a search engine.

    Bing straightened, exhaling. “Nah, dude. Safe search won’t let me.”

    Blue couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Fine.”

    Bing fidgeted with his sunglasses for a moment as if he were nervous. Finally, he took a deep breath. “Okay, Google. How do I hide a body?”

    “Searching: how do I hide a body.” Blue stiffened in his seat, eyes flicking back and forth as millions of search results flashed across his mind.

    He opened his mouth, closed it, leveled Bing with a half-accusatory, half-curious stare. “Why do you need these search results?”

    “Well, uh,” Bing came over and perched on the edge of Blue’s desk, continuing to fidget anxiously with his sunglasses. “Warfstache may have-” he drew a finger across his throat- “croaked someone, and I, uh, happened to be the only one around when Dark, uh, came to check it out, you see. So he, uh, told me to take care of it.”

    His voice rose to a wail. “I’ve never had to get rid of a body, dude!”

    “Hmmph,” Blue groused, “murder was not on today’s agenda. Wilford should know better.”

    Bing shot him a glance. “I’m pretty sure it’s not on anyone’s.”

    Blue abandoned his work and stood. “No, it is on mine.” His eyes flicked, glowed a little brighter as he accessed his schedule. “Just not till next Tuesday.”

    “What-” Bing started, but Blue had already grabbed his hand and was yanking him from the room. Behind them, Red, Green, and Oliver hadn’t so much as glanced up.

    “I have decided I will help you, because you are my boyfriend.” Blue said curtly, “and research has indicated that boyfriends are supposed to help their significant others.”

    “Aw, you sap.” Bing teased, grinning.

Blue cast a small smile at him as he lead him through the hallways, back the way Bing had originally come. He didn’t bother to ask Bing where they were going, as he had already accessed the surveillance system installed in the facility and had located exactly where the corpse was.

    They found it at Wilford and Bim’s recording studio. Surprise, surprise.

    The body was still where it lay when they reached the studio- Bing was secretly glad that it had long since been abandoned as Wilford had a notoriously short attention span- and as they approached both search engines ran scans on it.

    “Method of death: three bullets to the chest, puncturing the heart, right lung, and the liver.” Blue observed. “The best way to dispose of it would be to burn it at one thousand degrees celsius for three hours.”

    “Can’t we just … bury it?” Bing eyed the corpse warily. He wasn’t uncomfortable. And he sure as [censored] wasn’t trying to not show that he was uncomfortable.

    Based on the look Blue was giving him now, he wasn’t succeeding.

    Instead of berate him for the morals that a soulless android shouldn’t have, Blue leaned over and pressed cool, metal lips against his cheek. “Burying it comes with more risk, but it is also a viable option.”

    Bing relaxed. Just a tiny bit.

    It took them hours, but Blue and Bing managed to drag the body out and bury it in the thick woods surrounding the facility.

    The snow and the frozen ground made it difficult, but both androids were stronger than the average human, so it took much less time to dig a deep hole than it would the average human.

    Now they lay together on the couch, both low on battery due to the cold. Bing sprawled on top of Blue as they charged and the Google checked Twitter and other social media sites.

    Bing said nothing for a long time, relishing the whirring of Blue’s core just under his head. But curiosity was eating at him about something Blue had said earlier.

    He lifted his head. “Who do you have to murder next Tuesday?”

    Blue pursed his lips, shifted underneath him. “I believe Dark does not wish for Wilford to interview a certain someone. So, he is, as you say, having me ‘croak’ him.”

    “Cool beans.” Bing lay his head back down, sighing contentedly.

    A moment later he felt a hand on his back, rubbing gently.