I stared at him for a few moments, and he said nothing. What does he want? Why isn't he doing anything? He... kinda... looks like that one guy, though....
My phone vibrates, followed by a little cat meow. The man lifted up his head and said, "Incoming text from (Fr/N); 'Heya, (Y/N), I need you at the farm, quick! Auntie's horse gave birth! We want you to see and name them in person!' Would you like to respond?" A text box pops up with the message above it.
I stare at the text shown in front of me, and back at the man. "Uh... not right now." I say, cautiously.
"Marking as unread..." he says, and the screen pops away. He reverted back to his smile, less creepy this time.
"Who... or, what, are you?" I say, backing up into my house. He follows me with the same distance, the shield still in his hands.
"I am Google IRL. I am your personal assistant."
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"I'm not ill, Google. I'm shaking because you're making me nervous! And- and your grip is hurting me! Please, let go of me. I'll have you go through the container, and I won't look. I promise. Okay?"
Google stares at me, and grins. Not a friendly grin, either. "I will be glad to go through the container without you looking. Goodnight, (Y/N)."
"W-what?-"
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The Google. It was the Red Google in my nightmare. I stared at it, and it stared at me. Jackson was right, though. He looked like My Google.
"Hello, I am Google. I am your personal assistant."
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"Do you remember me?" (Y/N) released Google, and Google dropped his arms almost immediately.
"No. You just purchased me. Would you like to add a Google acc-"
"Google, please... don't talk." Tears filled her eyes.
"I sense you are-"
"Google. Please."
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"Google, I don't have a good feeling about this. I think Mark is in severe trouble. I mean, think about it. Why would Google Inc. make an AI based off of him? Have you never-"
"You need to keep quiet." Google's tone changed severely. "Please, I mean."
"What? I..." He put a finger up to his lip, indicating for me to shut the hell up.
"Do you have a pen and paper?" Google whispered. I nodded and pointed to my desk in the corner. He grabs them both... looks up... and writes. He takes it over, still looking up, and gives me the paper. "Don't read it out-loud."
I take it and read it.
I know where Mark is. We leave tomorrow for California.
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Fanfictionthe sequel to 'A Little Too Personal'. your newfound AI love, who you thought looked familiar earlier, indeed is somebody familiar. in fact, that somebody has his own channel, called "Markiplier", who hasn't posted since last year. you decide to see...
