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Dark and Google?

Took this from @heartlesslywhumping's Whump Prompt #80.

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Prompt 39: “Don’t cry.”

Systems online. Functional capacity thirty percent.

Enough to see by. Enough to feel by. Blue groaned low as new, unfamiliar sensation flooded his neural net, seeming to overload every sensor he had. He forced his optic system online and saw nothing but static.

“Sensory overload,” a voice said, before he could do anything. “Your first, I am assuming.”

“What did you do?” Distorted and warped, Blue’s own voice cracked with this sensation. It was not a pleasant sensation; it tingled at his hands-- he couldn’t move any of his limbs-- and crawled through his insides. It . . . hurt. “What did you do?”

His vision cleared, and there was Dark, crouching in front of him, looking smug. In one hand he held a hammer, in the other he held a pair of pliers. Both flickered gray in his dismal grip. Their surroundings were gray, too; primarily concrete. This data indicated they were in the garage.

“I upgraded you,” Dark said.

“That is . . . incorrect.” More sensation threatened to drown him. His eyes prickled with an unknown liquid.

“Don’t cry.” With a nearly gentle touch, Dark reached out and swiped the tears from Blue’s face with his thumb. “I merely installed a few sensors and dampened your emotional regulators. Coded them into your software.”

“There is no purpose to doing so.” At least he could be confident in this. “I am already the optimal version of myself.”

Dark’s gaze hardened, and his mouth tightened into a hard, black slash. “You don’t remember, do you? What you did?”

Blue searched his memory banks, but only came up with a few fuzzy pieces of half-data. Numbly, he shook his head--

Which immediately snapped to the side, pain exploding through his left temple as Dark slammed the hammer into his forehead.

“Maybe that will enlighten you,” he snarled, and relaxed, turning the hammer so he could examine its shiny, blunt end. “But if it doesn’t, worry not. I will not harm you beyond repair. This is punishment, plain and simple.

But I wanted you to feel it.” Sneering, Dark leaned in, close to his face, close enough to kiss. “I want you to feel every. Single. Thing that I do to you--” he traced the blunt end of the hammer along Blue’s jaw-- “And I want to hear you scream.”

“Why?” Vision static-laced with pain, voice static-laced with tears, Blue squinted at the entity who was about to take him apart. “What did I do?”

Darkiplier x Googleplier part two