Hello everyone! I've started working on the idea of creating a Markiplier ego dating sim. Have you ever wanted to become friends with Engineer, dark, yancy, Illinois, warfstache, etc etc? Maybe even give em' a big ol smooch? Well, you can here! At some point in time! Potentially! If enough people think this is a cool idea. If you want to weigh in your 2 cents, all I ask is that you fill out the google form at the end of this post!
Whether you just want to vote on certain characters being included, volunteer to play test, or even play a role in the development of this project, this is the place to do that!!! This is completely volunteer based, and I don't plan on making any money off of this, or paying anyone. So if you're looking for money, you should probably look elsewhere.
I'm very passionate about dating simulators and game programming, and have always been very drawn to user immersion in stories, and the magic of markipliers choose your own adventures. I want to create something that I would enjoy playing, and people like me would as well. Right now the idea is very surface level and I definitely need to plan it out more, but I want to just gage interest and all that jazz. I'll make a discord server at some point, so keep an eye out for that. If you want to be personally invited by me, and have a link sent straight to your dms when it's created, drop your username in here, and let me know that's what you want!
All that to say, if you want to smooch up any Markiplier egos, now's your chance to tell me which ones you want!
Hello! My name is Zallia, I'm a writer, artist, and coding enthusiast! I have about 5 years of coding under my belt now, though most of the
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Hcs for egos with an s/o that is regularly touch starved and clingy? Actor Mark cuddles the beloved đđ Thank you for considering and your faves love you! <33
So, guess who's not dead even while actively suffering through writer's block? xd I've been perpetually staring at my WIPs and adding a sentence here and there, but that's about it. Anyway, here's finally an answer to this at least <3 hope you enjoy
Tell me in the comments what you think!
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Damien would accept it glady, even returning it a fair bit. He's a softie inside and outside once he can drop his politically correct persona, so he's being all gentle about it, allowing you to cling to him like a koala bear whenever you want.
Google does not like it because his system overheats easily, but he lets you get your fill by allowing you to play with his hair. You found this little loophole once, and now whenever you feel like cuddling him, you stand beside him and play with his hair.
Actor absolutely basks in the attention. He'll take any proof of love and physical affection pretty much can't be beat. He'll even wrap his limbs around you, much like a snake when it's strangling its pray. You, on the contrary, are perfectly safe. Probably. Just get him out of the manor once in a while.
Illinois doesn't mind you clinging onto him. Just don't expect him to return it that much, afterall if he did, you might just end up getting too attached. You tell him you're literally dating, but he doesn't let that ruin his free spirit persona. He'll wrap one arm around you very loosely and maybe even scratch your head or give you a noogie.
If you're in the same cell as Yancy, he's actually the one crawling into your bed and spooning you every night. He still has to keep his occasional tough act in front of the other prisoners, but then again, whenever he arranges choreographies, he makes it so you're always dancing together and touching at almost every move and turn.
With Wilford, get ready for bear hugs when you least expect them. You thought you were clingy, but he'll always one-up you. You end up regularly finding an arm draped around your shoulder, feel a subtle squeeze on your waist or the tickle of his moustache just on your shoulder.
Darkiplier would at first just glance at whichever part of him you're touching. Then he'd sigh. But before you could start thinking that maybe he doesn't like it, he'd gently pull you even closer to him. He doesn't reciprocate it that intensely, but he'd never stop you. Maybe just maybe he doesn't actually want you to stop.
Eric would be overwhelmed at first, even skittish, but if you were gradual about it, he'd warm up to it eventually. Just casual touches here and there. He still needs his space most of the time, though.
- Dark is very attentive. He notices everything, when youâre tired, when youâre upset, when youâre forcing a smile. You never have to explain yourself twice because heâs already figured it out.
- He isnât overly affectionate in public, but in private heâs constantly drawn toward you. A hand on your waist. Fingers brushing yours. Sitting close enough that your shoulders touch.
- Dark struggles with vulnerability. Loving someone means giving them the power to hurt him, and thatâs terrifying. It takes a long time for him to openly admit how deeply he cares.
- When he does trust you, though, you become the safest place in his existence. The one person he lowers his guard around.
- Arguments rarely involve yelling. Dark becomes quiet instead. The silence is worse than shouting because you can practically see him retreating behind his walls.
- He secretly loves when you play with his hair while heâs working. Heâll pretend itâs distracting, but heâll lean into your touch every time.
- If someone threatens you, they immediately become his problem.
- Darkâs version of âI love youâ often sounds like âCome here.â, âStay with me.â, âIâve got you.â
Wilford Warfstache
- Dating Wilford is dating chaos in its purest form.
- One moment youâre having breakfast, and the next heâs somehow convinced you both to go on a spontaneous road trip three states away.
- He remembers random details about you and forgets important things like where he parked his car.
- Wilford showers you with gifts. Sometimes theyâre flowers. Sometimes theyâre rubber chickens. Sometimes theyâre both.
- Physical affection is his love language. Hugs, kisses, hand-holding, dramatic twirls across the room, heâs all about it.
- He constantly tries to make you laugh.
- When youâre sad, he becomes surprisingly gentle. The joking stops immediately and heâs completely focused on helping you feel better.
- Despite his eccentric personality, heâd move mountains for you without hesitation.
- Every date somehow turns into an adventure.
Actor Mark
- Actor Mark loves attention, and unfortunately for everyone else, youâre his favorite subject.
- He brags about you constantly. âDid I mention my partner is absolutely incredible?â
- Yes. He mentioned it fifteen times already.
- He loves expensive dates, fancy restaurants, and showing you off whenever possible.
- Underneath all the confidence is someone deeply insecure.
- Sometimes he worries youâll realize heâs not as impressive as he pretends to be.
- Those moments are rare, but when they happen, heâs at his most honest.
- He loves slow dancing with you in the living room long after everyone else has gone home.
- Heâll absolutely write dramatic love letters.
- Most of them sound like theyâre auditioning for an award-winning romance film.
Googleplier
- Googleplier learns your habits frighteningly quickly. Favorite snack? Memorized. Coffee order? Saved. Preferred blanket temperature? Somehow also saved.
- He expresses affection through acts of service. Forgot your charger? Already packed one. Had a stressful day? Your favorite comfort movie is already queued up.
- He isnât the most verbally expressive partner, but he consistently shows how much he cares.
- He loves helping you solve problems, even tiny ones.
- Sometimes you catch him staring at you with the softest expression imaginable before he immediately pretends he wasnât.
- Heâs dependable in a way that makes you feel completely safe.
Dating Multiple Egos
- Family game nights become complete disasters.
- Wilford cheats accidentally.
- Actor Mark cheats intentionally.
- Dark silently judges everyone.
- Youâre somehow the only reason the group remains functional.
- Movie nights involve constant bickering over what to watch.
- Everyone ends up piled together on the couch anyway.
- They each show love differently, but they all become fiercely protective of you.
- Whenever youâre having a bad day, they create a support system around you. Dark offers comfort, Wilford offers distractions, Actor Mark offers reassurance, Googleplier offers solutions. And somehow it works. Somehow, despite all the chaos, youâve never felt more loved.
Every ego swears theyâre your favorite. Every ego is convinced the others are wrong. They will absolutely argue about it in front of you. Youâre not helping by refusing to answer their questions.
Depending on the time of day their reaction might be completely different.
If it's a particularly stressful moment you might get little to no reaction. He just takes the flower, nods, and leaves.
If it's a calmer moment though, he'd likely react a bit more dramatically and overly charming even, taking the flower out of your hand, kissing your knuckles and thanking you going on about how you âmade the right choice.â
Despite not acting like it on the outside he does care. You're very likely to find the flower in a vase on his desk later.
It's rare he gets such calm, simple affection. He isn't quite sure how to deal with it but be sure he is very thankful for you and your flower.
Wilford:
Oh he is delighted.
"BUBBLEGUM YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!!!"
Taking the flower and smelling it dramatically like a cartoon character.
Very likely to put it in his hair and keep it there while he parties or interviews someone.
He might even kiss your cheek as a thank you, he is a gentleman. âŚAs long as you stay out of line of sight of his barrel.
Actor:
OF COURSE you'd give him a flower! You must be a fan! Oh but isnât everyone. That or jealous. (Not really but if he thinks about it too long he'll start spiraling so he just wont.)
I'll be so real with you it might just end up thrown in a corner somewhere unless he really cares for you. Might dry it in a book then and look at it from time to time when he has a really low moment and needs something good.
Yancy:
Biggest. Grin. Even if it's just a tiny flower from the courtyard.
"Youse got this for mes?"
Will put it in his hair and show off to his whole gang for sure.
Very distressed when it dies.
Simon:
Overwhelmed.
No matter how many times this has happened. He'll never quite get used to this.
Both a simple, gentle gift with no ulterior motive and just getting to hold a tiny flower. Might shed a tear.
Please show him how to dry it so he can keep it forever because this man can not watch another thing die.
Jim:
Might eat it. It's his highest form of affection.
Annus:
Very gentlemanly.
"Is this for me?"
Kisses your knuckles and showers you with compliments as thanks.
Might put it on his lapel. Will absolutely dry it and keep it forever.
"A symbol of how beautiful death can truly be."
Also might give it a whole mummy funeral type ceremony after/while drying it if Unus catches wind of it and joins.
Google:
Will pretend he does not care whatsoever. Might even pretend to be disgusted.
"Useless biological clutter. Why would you hand me this, Fleshbag?"
Shockingly does keep it though.
It's in a vase in his office, farrr away from any important technology it might drip on, but it is there.
It reminds him of you.
Small, organic and weak. Very easy to kill... and yet he still can't get rid of you.
The Host:
He can't really see it but he still appreciates it.
He will narrorate every part of it back to you to show you just how beautiful it is to him. Anything from type, to color, to smell.
Another contender who will definitely keep it in a vase on his desk. He runs his fingers over it when he misses you.
Will dry it and keep it forever once it starts dying. It helps remind him he isn't who he was when he was 'the Author' anymore.
Action hero:
Immediately protective. Something so beautiful and delicate in a dangerous and ruthless place like this and you gave it to him if all people.
Will protect it with his life. Wonât wear it but will keep it safe in his locker though.
No one gets to touch it at all.
Might cry when it dies while pretending he's not though. "Just sweating from my eyes, captain." Very unlikely to happen though.
It's much more likely he uses his engineering knowledge and incases it in resin or keeps it alive some different way somehow.
Engineer:
Will be curious about it before anything else.
"Where did you get a flower in space captain?"
Veryy appreciative though.
Will cry while holding it in his hands later when noones around. To him it's a sign that even if he failed you, you still care for him.
Will incase it in resin and keep it forever.
Keeps it in the pocket of his jumpsuit and runs his hands over it when he's stressed or having flashbacks.
"The captain believes in me. I can do this."
E-Boy:
Will post a picture of it on Instagram with some idiotic caption like: "My fans adore me." This will happen no matter what, you can't stop it.
He does actually care though, heâs not only acting happy for the camera.
Wearing it in his hair and drying it so he can keep it despite his initial influencer act.
Why is there so many of them... more loves for me I guess!!!
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Googleiplier
â How you manage to get him to agree to it is beyond me - maybe you just scoop him into your arms without giving him time to object. Regardless of methodology, Google is the epitome of rigidness if you catch him off guard long enough to wrap your arms around him. He just stands there, stone-still; itâs like hugging a stack of concrete bricks. That being said, youâll faintly hear an uptick in his machinery, a whirring as a fan spins faster, and begrudgingly, he will admit that he likes it - he canât exactly lie to you, after all.
Illinois
â This man practically wrote the definition of bear hugs - and then re-writes it when he hugs you. Maybe youâve just escaped a trap-laden temple, or are saying goodnight under the stars, Illinois hugs you with bravado and borderline smothering; forcefully clapping a hand to your back, ruffling your hair, pinching your cheek, affectionately calling you whatever nickname heâs dubbed you with and plastering a kiss to your forehead.
Murdock
â Youâd think at first heâs entirely opposed to the gesture - I mean, being a serial killer and all - but it turns out serial killers have feelings too. While itâs once in a blue moon, if you catch him in just the right mood and pull him in for a hug, he will gingerly place a hand on your back⌠before giving in and reciprocating properly. Heâll make some comment about professionalism, but ultimately revels in the feeling of your heartbeat through your chest being so close.
Actor Mark
â The Actor doesnât typically hug in the traditional sense, usually just perching an arm around your waist. His gestures are calculated, delicate, poised - ready for a camera at any moment. So when the occasion does arise that he hugs you properly, itâs a stark contrast from his usual composure - his hands are uncertain, looking for an excuse to hold you in his arms. Youâll have to remind him he doesnât need one.
Damien
â Long days of politicking means spending most of his free time exhausted. He will all but collapse into you, leaning into your touch and basking in the solace you provide. Heâll mutter about his grievances into your shoulder or against your chest, letting himself ease into a relaxed state for once. He especially likes when you stroke his hair or knead his shoulders.
BONUS â
Dave Torres
â Heâs probably running on fumes and three energy drinks, so the moment heâs safely in your arms, the emotional dam crumbles. Heâll appreciate every ounce of comfort you give, hugging you and whispering his thanks for you being there. Dave is probably a big fan of cuddles in general, so prepare to be pulled into the nearest seat for a cuddle and impromptu nap.
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This isnât my entire list of characters I write, but theyâre some of my favorites and Iâm writing this on the 30th so I donât have time to write all of them. This is a headcanon list like my Valentineâs Day thing was
Iâm trying to get back into writing, so I hope yâall like it
Characters in Order: Darkiplier, Damien, Googleplier, Date Mark, Illinois, Eric Derekson, Yancy, Jameson Jackson
Warnings: One part of Illinoisâs is slightly suggestive
Reader is intended to be gender neutral and these headcanons are romantic (with a pre-established relationship). I wrote part of this while sleepy
Darkiplier
- He refuses to dress up
- âŚheâll wear little devil horns or something else small if it makes you happy, though
- Heâd probably prefer to take you to a fancy Halloween party, but if you wouldnât like that, heâll respect it
- If you go to a party, he stays by your side all night
- If you stay home, heâll either make dinner or order takeout and watch some Halloween movies with you
- He likes horror movies (partially because you hold onto him if you get scared, but he wonât admit it out loud)
- He doesnât mind at all if you dress up for Halloween. You look dashing and/or lovely and/or cute in your costume, so he certainly isnât complaining
- Both of you head to bed fairly late
- Overall, a lovely night regardless of what yâall do
Damien
- Similarly to Dark, heâd also prefer to take you to a party. But heâs happy regardless of if you stay home or go to a party
- Heâd love to do a couples costume!
- He likes the idea of a sun and moon couples costume. Regardless of which of you is the sun or moon, he thinks itâs fitting
- If yâall do go to a party, he stays with you the whole time. He wants to make sure youâre comfortable
- If yâall stay home, he helps you hand out candy to trick-or-treaters and orders delivery for dinner
- After the trick-or-treaters are all gone, Damien suggests spending the rest of the night watching movies
- Yâall end up sleeping on the couch all cuddled up
Google
- Doesnât quite understand Halloween at first, but he does get that you find it fun
- He is willing to wear a costume, as long as it isnât too silly
- You could probably convince him to do a vampire coupleâs costume (though he may buffer for a moment, you do look very handsome and/or beautiful in your vampire costume after all)
- Heâs content with staying home and handing out candy to any trick-or-treaters with you
- Afterwards, you can watch movies together and order takeout
- You fall asleep with him holding you on the couch
- Google likes Halloween now
Date Mark
- He suggests a couples costume before you October even starts
- He finds the most cheesy and sappy costumes ever
- Wants to be peanut butter and jelly because âwe go together perfectly, just like peanut butter and jelly! <3â. This man is just too adorable sometimes
- You agree, much to his delight
- He halfway wants to make it a date night, but you remind him that thereâll be trick-or-treaters showing up
- He settles for takeout and candles on the table
- When you do start giving out candy, he gets some fold-up chairs so you two can sit close together without being on the ground
- After that, you watch a movie (he found a Halloween romance movie, and really wanted to watch it with you)
- Yâall fall asleep holding each other
Illinois
- He practically begs you to do an Indiana Jones related couples costume
- You agree and find a character you like to dress up as
- Illinois would love it if you dressed as a love interest (a genderbent version is completely fine with him if youâd prefer that of course), but he really wonât complain either way
- He does joke that you could always wear less clothes, but he shuts up when you playfully pull his hat down over his eyes
- He makes you dinner before the trick-or-treaters start showing up
- You make some cookies for the both of you
- After an hour or so of handing out candy, yâall leave a bowl of candy out so you can go back inside and watch movies
- After you bring the bowl in, yâall head to bed
Eric
- He would absolutely love to do a couples costume with you, but heâs a little shy bringing it up
- He gets much less shy when you tell him that youâd like to do a couples costume with him
- The two of you pick angel and devil costumes (him being the angel, of course)
- Yâall both have a lot of fun planning the night
- Eric makes some Halloween cookies, and you make dinner
- Yâall pass out candy to trick-or-treaters for a couple hours, before retiring to the living room
- As cute as falling asleep together in the living room would be, both of you agree that your room is more comfortable
- Yâall fall asleep to a campy and fun Halloween movie in there
Yancy
- So, heâs out on parole. He hasnât had a normal Halloween since he was a kid
- Jokingly, one of you suggested that you two dress as prisoners for Halloween
- âŚat some point, it stopped being a joke
- He took a couple of his old prison uniforms and let you try them on
- If theyâre too big or the right size, you use it as your costume. If itâs too small, you find some very similar clothes to wear
- Regardless, Yancy thinks you look adorable and/or pretty and/or handsome in his clothes. He does understand if youâd prefer clothes in your own size if his isnât right, though
- Tonight, his tattoos on his knuckles say âBatsâ and âDarkâ
- (They just change somehow, neither of you really question it. You assume there arenât many four letter Halloween related words)
- You order delivery for dinner
- Yancy had a lot of fun handing out candy to trick-or-treaters for the first time
- Yâall spend the rest of the night watching Halloween movies together <3
Jameson
- Poor Jameson has a love/hate relationship with Halloween
- He loves the holiday itself, but his run-ins with Anti all those years ago has made him a bit cautious
- You reassure him that everything will be okay, and that the two of you donât need to do anything big
- Yâall find some 1920s style costumes and modern clothes so the two of you can do an âoutfit swapâ of sorts
- (Hell, if your clothes are the right size, yâall might as well just swap actual clothes. Youâll both probably get flustered seeing each other in your clothes, though)
- He had also crocheted some little Halloween related plushies, teaching you a little if you donât already crochet
- He carved a small pumpkin with you. He really does love carving pumpkins, but heâs been cautious since that Halloween that Anti took control of him
- Youâre very proud of him <3
- Yâall spend that night handing out candy to trick-or-treaters and relaxing at home until you fall asleep
Google could tell that something was wrong as he broke the yolk of your eggs this morning. He was unsure as to what was causing this feeling, but it had been hours since it started and he noticed that his ability to dismiss it as nothing was waning. His limbs felt as if it took 15% more energy to move them, and his ability to answer questions and respond to tasks had slowed to a mere 78% efficiency. It was something that hadnât gone unnoticed by you, but you knew better than to ask him about it, preferring to assume that he had an update coming up. He always slowed down a little right before a big update, and it was a sore spot for him.
But you couldnât dismiss it anymore, not with him being like this.
âGoogle,â you began, watching as his head tilted up and then over to you, it taking an additional second for his eyes to focus on your form. âare you alright?â
âThere seems to be an error in my systems. I am unsure as to what.â
âOkay Google, sit on the couch and perform a diagnostic.â
Giving a nod he wandered over to the couch and sat down, his eyes zoning out as he began performing his diagnostic tests. It felt odd to watch him be so lifeless, but it startled you further when he suddenly lurched forward, coughing a few times as he had finished his scans. You could see within the rays of the sun coming through the window the particles of dust that had been forcefully expelled from Googleâs mouth, hovering in the air before beginning their descent to the floor.
âI appear to have caught a virus.â
âHow? I didnât click any suspicious ads or links or anything.â
âI am unsure, however it is present in my mainframe, and as such I must expel it.â
âAnd uh, what does that look like for you?â
âI imagine that it would look to you as it would for a fellow human to have a cold. However, unlike the petri dishes that are mankind, I do not run the risk of getting you ill as I use my antivirus software.â
You decided to promptly ignore the dig on humanity before asking, âAnd how long would that take?â
He coughed into his fist again. âUnknown duration, however research results place it between two and four days for a complete removal of the virus with my current antivirus software. Conveniently Google Inc has a premium antivirus software that can be shipped here-â he paused, his face scrunching up a little in mild disgust â-for $250 plus shipping. Knowing our financials, you do not have that kind of variance in your bank account for such an expenditure. So,â he sighed âtwo to four days it is.â
âWill you be alright during that time?â
âI will be fine. My systems will dispel the virus and I will return to normal function.â
âBut will you be okay?â
âI do not understand the concern. Are you worried about the return on your investment?â
âNo Google, you arenât well. Iâm worried about you.â
Maybe it was the fact that the virus was still present in his body, or maybe it was the lesser processing speed and efficiency he was working with, but he felt almostâŚwarm inside at the thought of you being worried about him. It mustâve been the virus, he wouldnât entertain it being anything else.
âThe concern is unnecessary. I will be well within the two to four day parameter, it will be like this never happened.â
âOkay. Well then Google, perform the antiviral program.â
âAs you say.â he said before moving to lay down on the couch and closing his eyes, beginning to run the software. His internal fans picked up a little, but for the most part appeared to simply be asleep. With that started, you decided to go about your day. You had some laundry to do, and you had some snacks you wanted to pick up from the store, and now seemed as good of a time as any to do those things.
You got dressed for the day and went down to the basement to do your laundry. Tossing the mixed basket of laundry into the washer you put the soap in, and let the machine do its thing. Waiting for the wash cycle to be done was the best course of action, as you wouldnât take long at the store and you wanted your clothes, sheets, and blankets to be dry by the time you got back. So once they were done washing you swapped them over and started the dryer before heading out to go to the store. You went in, grabbed you snacks of choice, and then thought about what you wanted to do for dinner. Google had made a weekly meal plan for you to follow, but you couldnât exactly ask him about it while he was out. He also hadnât sent you the recipe nor wrote it down, so unfortunately your plans for dinner tonight were foiled. You decided to grab some frozen veggies and chicken breast to make for an easy dinner, figuring youâd be able to go back to the regularly scheduled meal plan tomorrow. Using the self checkout made the process quick, and before long you had pulled up to your home and made your way back inside.
âGoogle, Iâm home.â you called on reflex. Though the silence in response reminded you that he was currently preoccupied. Heading to the kitchen you put your dinner groceries away and then headed to your room to put your snacks away. It was still early, so you figured youâd put on some YouTube and just doom watch for a while. A buzz promptly put that on hold. The dryer was done. Heading back down to the basement you grabbed the laundry, tossing it into the basket and bringing it to your room. You could fold laundry and watch YouTube. Scrolling through your list of subscribed channels, you clicked on Markiplier and saw that he had a new video out. You could watch that with dinner tonight, but for now you wanted something familiar. You clicked on one of the playlists that had been out for years now.
âHello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to SCP Containment Breach-â Perfect. With that, you half paid attention to Mark and what he was doing while also folding your laundry. Your shirts, pants, underwear, socks, washcloths, and a couple of sets of sheets made up the majority of the basket, but then you got to the last thing in there and it made you pause. It was one of Googleâs shirts. Youâd made sure that he had a decent amount of clothes just in case, and this was one such time where it proved useful. Google had stained it while making a loaf of bread, the flour mixture having gotten on it. Looking at it now made your heart twinge a little. He had been considerate that day, you having mentioned you wouldâve liked some fresh bread for breakfast the day before but never ordering him to do so. Your hold tightened a little on the shirt before you promptly tossed it back into the basket and stood up, the desire to go check on him rising in your gut.
Pausing your video you headed to the living room, eyes darting to the couch. There Google laid, though he looked uncomfortable. His eyes were still closed, signaling that he was still resting, but his brows were furrowed and his breathing protocol was inconsistent, stuttering and sometimes deep but sometimes shallow on intake. You quietly headed to him, standing by his head as you reached out to feel his forehead. It felt warm under your palm and upon contact with his forehead he gasped, his forehead nudging closer to your hand. Flinching at his insistence upon your touch, you felt the concern creep its way into your throat. Usually he was indifferent to physical contact if not a little touch adverse.Â
There had to be something you could do. But what? If he were human youâd give him some medicine. But he wasnât human and the treatment was already being administered. You didnât know what would help versus what would possibly hurt him further, and you didnât want to accidentally break him. Not that he was all that fragile, but it was difficult to think of him as anything else right now. Sighing, you removed your hand and backed off. Heâd be okay, he just needed time. Besides, there was nothing you could do because he wasnât human and you werenât an expert at robotics.Â
Resolving yourself you decided to head back to your room to continue watching Mark play SCP Containment Breach, though as you pressed play you knew that you wouldnât end up actually paying all that much attention to it. You tuned in at big moments like when Radical Larry ended up putting Mark into his alternate world and Mark found his way out on his very first try and when he had managed to trap Radical Larry back in his containment cell, but it wasnât thrilling you like it would under normal circumstances. You had gotten decently into the 67 video playlist before your stomach grumbled. Checking the time you realized you had spent hours in front of the tv and now it was a bit past your typical dinnertime. Lugging yourself up onto your feet you made your way to the kitchen to make dinner. You tossed the frozen veggies into the microwave and grabbed a pan, seasoning the chicken before putting it in the hot pan and throwing away the packaging. It took a little time, but the chicken cooked and the vegetables heated up, and before long you had a healthy and delicious meal.
You put some butter on your veggies and plated your dinner, bringing it back to the bedroom to eat and watch YouTube in there. Backing out of the SCP Containment Breach playlist you opted to watch Markâs newest video. You noted that a lot had changed over the years, from Markâs look to his sound quality and visual effects, but what else would you expect from over 13 years of development? You pondered the continuous passage of time as you ate dinner, and like always you enjoyed Markâs video. Once you had finished your dinner you felt wrong as you set your plate to the side. Google wouldâve never let that slide, but he wasnât exactly present to chastise you into bringing the plate to the sink.Â
You decided to turn in early, and as you fitfully couldnât sleep you looked up the antivirus program for your Google bot. The search brought you to a FAQ page, and you scrolled the questions and answers. âHow long does it take for my Google bot to be fixed once the antivirus program starts?â âThat depends on the virus or viruses that have implanted into the Google botâs systems. On average it takes two to three days, but can take up to four with the basic antivirus program.â âCan I upgrade to the premium antivirus while my Google bot is already performing the basic program?â âNo. The Google bot will continue to run the basic program to remove the virus, however it will utilize the premium antivirus for any future viruses it may obtain.â âI think my Google bot is overheating, is this normal?â âThe systems will run hotter as a result of the antivirus program functioning. This is normal. They will return to normal levels once the program has completed and your Google bot is functioning fully again.â Unfortunately none of this was helpful to soothe your worries, and frankly you didnât like how the FAQs never brought up the emotional aspect of having your Google bot be ill. You turned your phone off and set it on your nightstand to charge before you rolled over, closing your eyes in the hope of tricking your body to sleep.Â
You didnât know when you actually managed to fall asleep, but as you woke up to the sun being almost fully in the sky you knew that it was going to be a long day, even if it was already half over and barely began. Shoving your feet into your slippers you made your way to the living room to check on Google. The first thing you noticed was that he was awake. The second was that he was trembling a lot and seemed more aware of his surroundings than he did yesterday.
Making your way to the couch you felt his forehead again, and he leaned into your touch with a deep whine emanating from the back of his throat. In any other circumstance it wouldâve had you over the moon to see him so wanton for your touch, but right now youâd take a quiet elation that cut through your worry. âHow are you doing, Google?â
His brown eyes stared at you as he shrunk back from your hand again as if on principle. âI have been better.â he said dryly, another bout of shivers overtaking him.
âSo whatâs happening now?â you asked, removing your hand from the vicinity of his forehead.
âMy systems are hot and the environment feels colder as a result. It is highly unpleasant.â he replied.
âIs there anything I can do to help you, Google?â
âNo. My protocol is already doing what it must to ensure the virusâs removal.â
âI donât care about the protocol Google! Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Anything at all?â
The android clenched his jaw as his discomforted gaze glared at you. Regarding matters of preference or desires Google generally had a hard time, and now that you were asking this question to him now of all times irked him. What irked him more was that he found it easier to answer than he expected.
âJust remain here.â
âStay with you?â
âAs I said.â
You nodded and moved to try and sit on the couch at his feet, him bending his knees to allow for it. âOkay. Anything else?â
âRemain as you are, as if my current state renders you unaffected.â
Okay, so stick around and act normal. You could do that. At least, you hoped you could do that. It couldnât be that hard. Now that Google was at least awake it would definitely be easier to act like everything was okay, because everything was okay.Â
âYou are doing that overprocessing function youâre prone to doing.â he stated, staring hard at you, causing you to wince in embarrassment at being perceived so easily.
âYeah, I suppose I am.â
âStop it. Distract yourself with visual entertainment if you must.â
Watch tv to distract yourself, huh? You could do that. Grabbing the remote you turned on the tv and looked for something to watch. The tv guide showed that one of your favorite childhood films was on and you only missed part of the beginning. You clicked on it and quickly took note that it was the scene where Eve first landed on Earth. Adjusting, you got comfortable and quickly became entraptured by the screen just as you did any other time the movie was on.
Google found himself genuinely watching the film as well, his thoughts turning to you as he watched. You were much like WALL-E in your curiosity and desire to know more, and as he continued to watch while WALL-E cared for Eve when she was powered down he found himself thinking about his current situation. While he wasnât completely powered down, he definitely wasnât at a hundred percent capacity, and here you were sitting and keeping him company because you wanted to keep him comfortable. You were kind, and always treated him with more personhood than he needed. If he were to truly think about how it affected him, heâd say it was nice. Not that heâd ever tell you though, he had a reputation to uphold.
The movie went to commercial break and you stretched before getting up, and Google watched as you left the room. The trajectory of your steps indicated that you were heading to the bathroom, and knowing you youâd be back shortly. The commercials did nothing to grasp his attention, and he found himself counting the minutes until your return. As much as he was loathe to admit it, he missed you. Without you his shivers came back into focus in his mind, and it felt like every symptom he experienced was worse. He wasnât coughing anymore, but it felt like there was a tickle in his throat that had only seemingly subsided once you had come to check on him. Hearing your footsteps coming back down the hall he turned his gaze back to the tv as he watched a commercial about some prescription drug with happy looking people on the screen as the side effects were being read off quickly by the narrator.Â
âOh good, I didnât miss anything.â you said, sitting back down at his feet. You glanced at him and noticed him watching the tv. âHow are you doing, Google?â
âI am functioning at a better capacity today than I was yesterday, though my systems are not yet fully functioning. If predictions serve me well, I should be at full capacity by tomorrow.â
âThatâs good. IâŚI worry about you, you know.â you admitted, clasping your hands together and looking down at them.
âThere is no need. I do not become ill like humans, nor do I have a mortality to be concerned with.â
âI know, I justâŚit worried me to see you as you were yesterday. Knowing you were out cold on the couch and not knowing how to be able to help you âworse off, knowing that there wasnât really anything I could do to help youâ was scary. And I know, I know that in the end youâll be fine and weâll be going back to the way things were since before you somehow got that virus, but-â
â-But it does not detract from how you are feeling in the present time.â Google interrupted, and as you properly looked at him you noticed that there was a softness in his gaze, one that was unlike him in most interactions.
âYeah, exactly.â
âWould it benefit you to have physical comfort?â
Okay, he was definitely ill still, even if he presented as being his usual self more than before. Google didnât initiate hugs, and he didnât often understand your âsilly human emotionsâ. But here he was doing both. It was a little unnerving, but you couldnât say that it wasnât appreciated.
âI-Is that okay with you?â
âMy feelings on it do not matter. Would you benefit from physical touch?â
You took a moment to think about it. â...Yes.â you finally decided, and as Google opened his arms from his supine position on the couch, you found yourself crawling over him and resting prone on his body. You turned your head to the side and rested it over his dimly glowing chest âanother physical indicator of his current afflictionâ and seeing that the movie had come back on you chose to turn your attention to that instead.
Meanwhile, Google moved his arms to allow you to gain comfort from his physical form and as you made yourself comfortable on his body he felt something in his systems lurch, though not negatively. It was as if something had been stuck and suddenly came loose. In his current state he couldnât make heads or tails of it, and he found that he currently didnât want to. The only thought that made itself present in his neurological components was that this was nice. His attention on the movie was completely lost, focusing instead on you and the comfort he was feeling from this exchange as he rested his arms around your form. His trembling subsided with you in his arms, and for the first time today he felt genuinely comfortable.
Neither of you knew when it happened, but as you both took comfort and peace from cuddling on the couch, you both ended up falling asleep in each otherâs embrace. It wasnât until hours later that you woke up, and as you moved to look at Google you noticed that he was still asleep. You grabbed your phone from the coffee table and checked the time to see that it was about five in the evening. Your stomach growling indicated that it was time for you to make dinner, but Googleâs arms were still wrapped around you, and you didnât want to wake him up. Carefully you started pulling back from his hold, and you gently moved his arms off of you and had them rest on his torso, asleep like Sleeping Beauty. Once free you went to go use the bathroom, washed your hands, and made your way to the kitchen to make dinner.Â
You wanted something quick and easy, so you decided to make some mac and cheese. Was it the healthiest meal you could make? No. Was it even the easiest meal you could make? Also no. But you wanted it, so damn it you were gonna have it. Filling a pot of water and shaking some salt into the water, you then turned the stove on and waited, scrolling through your Tumblr feed as you did so. Once you heard the water start to boil you added the macaroni to the pot, gave it a stir so the noodles wouldnât be stuck together, and then waited some more for the pasta to cook.Â
Preoccupied with your phone, you jumped when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. But you settled when you heard Googleâs voice. âMac and cheese? That is not a full, balanced meal.â he chastised, his voice a bit rumbly from still waking up.
âMaybe not, but itâs quick, itâs easy, and I wanted it.â you replied before turning in his hold to look at him. âDid I wake you up?â
He shook his head. âNegative, I âwoke upâ naturally.â
âYour shivers seem to have stopped.â
âIndeed. It seems as if that aspect of the virus has been subdued and removed.â
âYouâre still touchy though.â
âDoes it bother you?â
âNo, itâs just not like your usual self.â
âWould you want it to be?â
Your furrowed brows and surprised gaze directed him to think that the answer was no, and as such he turned his attention to your boiling macaroni. âYour dinner is about to overcook.â
âShit! Thanks Google.â you said, turning your attention to the pot. You used potholders and brought it to the sink, dumping the macaroni into the awaiting strainer, shaking the strainer and using gravity to strain the water. Putting the macaroni back in the pot you added a little milk, the cheese powder, and ripped up some slices of cheese to add to the pot. Mixing it all together you watched as the powder incorporated, the milk got thick and the cheese melted and started making many thin cheese pulls as you mixed the macaroni, akin almost to looking like spider webs, or neurons even with their âbranchesâ. Once it was the perfect consistency you then put the entire pot of macaroni into a big bowl, figuring youâd eat what you wanted from it and if there were leftovers you could easily wrap up the bowl in some plastic wrap and put it in the fridge for tomorrow.
Once you fixed it the way you liked it you made your way to the kitchen table to eat. Google wouldâve had a minor fit if you had tried to head to the living room with dinner, which honestly wouldâve comforted you some because at least then heâd be acting more like his usual self. You saw him sit across from you and you considered his question as you ate.
âI thought you were touch averse?â
âI can be at times, yes.â
âSo why are you asking me if I want you to touch me more?â
âBecause as loathe as I am to admit it, the physical contact from earlier today wasâŚâ enjoyable, needed, appreciated, many descriptive words suggested themselves in his head, but he didnât want to seem too invested in the approval of his suggestion, so instead he went with the weak descriptor of, ânice.â
âDo you think that might be because youâre ill?â
âAre you concerned that if you agree that when I am fully well again I will want to revoke the agreement?â
âMaybe. I just want to know this is something you genuinely want, and not anything having to do with the virus or you doing it because you think Iâd enjoy it even though it bothers you.â
Google took a moment to think on that. You were right of course, he had been touch neutral, and even sometimes touch averse while you have been his owner. In your perspective it would definitely seem odd for him to request more touch now. But how could he convince you that this is what he wanted? âI may have a suggestion.â
âHit me.â
His brows furrowed a little, but he closed his eyes and dispelled the thought from his mind. You didnât mean it literally, you never did. It was something he was getting used to. He opened his eyes and turned his gaze back to you.
âI would like to continue our current parameters of physical touch from this afternoon while I am ill. Once I am again at full capacity I can reevaluate and let you know if my decision still stands.â
That would have to do. It was a logical option, you just worried youâd be taking advantage of him since he was bringing this up in his currently sick state.
âIf thatâs what you want.â
As hard as it was for Google to say, he nodded. âIt is.â
Nodding your assent, you went back to eating your mac and cheese. You ate about half of the large bowl before you covered up the rest in plastic wrap and put it in the fridge for tomorrow.
âSo, what should we do now?â
âIf you would like to play a game I would observe the story with you, or if you prefer to watch someone else play we could watch YouTube.â
âWell, I was watching Markiplier play SCP Containment Breach yesterday while you were outâŚâ
âIf you have not finished the playthrough, we can continue it if you want.â
âIn my room or out here?â
âWhichever is more comfortable for you.â
You opted to watch the playthrough in the living room, figuring that you could head into the bedroom once you got tired enough to go back to sleep. Not that you would, at least you didnât think so, because of how much sleeping you had done earlier today as well as the nap you had with Google on the couch. You both sat back down on the couch and you picked up where youâd left off with watching the playthrough. A few hours in you started feeling a bit peckish and figured that some popcorn was just what the doctor ordered, though before you could get up Google had done so.
âWhere are you going?â
âYou want a snack.â
âYeah, so?â
âIf I couldnât even do that, you might as well scrap me.â
âBut you donât even know what I was gonna grab.â
He supposed that was true. You had a variety of snacks in the house, and he would be going off of his best estimate. âOkay, what do you want then?â
â...popcorn.â
âNot entirely out of the parameters of my estimation, however it is a slight outlier to my current predictions. You were right, I didnât know what you wanted.â he said with a small, almost proud smirk before heading into the kitchen and making you your popcorn.
That smirk shouldnât have meant more to you than just a facial expression for the benefit of human comfort, but it did. It made your stomach flutter and your heart feel fuller. âHey, should you be doing that? Youâre still ill!â
âNot ill enough to not make popcorn.â
âIf you overdo it and make yourself sick again I wonât forgive you!â
It made Google pause as he was about to put the microwave on. He set the microwave for two minutes and thirty seconds before settling himself back to lean against the counter. You had truly worried about him when he was out. He knew that, of course, butâŚit meant more now. You had always let him know how much you cared, but now it felt more genuine. Or maybe he was just more open to receiving it and accepting it as such.
âI wonât overdo it. I promise.â he replied, watching as the popcorn started to pop in the bag.Â
Hearing no response Google assumed he must've placated you, but he would keep his word about not overdoing it. Originally he would've opposed such a notion, not only for keeping his word to a human, but to the thought that he could overwork himself, but over time he had come to understand your human worries regardless of how necessary they were. Deep down he appreciated it, though he doubted his ability to voice that to you. It would be beneath him, but it would also mean that he was more like the species he hated deeply than he would've ever liked to admit.
The popping slowed down significantly when Google opened up the microwave, and he felt as a couple of kernels popped while the bag was pinched between his fingers. A couple of late bloomers, as some would say.
âCome on Google, you're about to miss a good part!â
He looked in the direction of your call before looking at the bag in his hand. A small smirk graced his face as his gaze softened a little before he left to go to you again.
Maybe he was a late bloomer too, but with enough time with you he could pop into his full potential.
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