Glitch Bitch

Part 2

BingSeptic followed Googleplier back up the stairs. As they crossed the living room, Googleplier informed him casually. "If you couldn't tell. This is Markiplier Manor. Home to the Iplier family. You've met Wilford and his son, Dr. Iplier. The two you saw outside were Yandereplier and Host. They mostly keep to themselves. Then there is-". Googleplier was cut off as a man leapt out in front of him, holding a microphone up to Googleplier's mouth and asking suspiciously. "You don't mind if I ask you some questions? Oh, good. Please tell Jim if your trip to Ireland was successful? Did Dark find Anti? Or did the glitchy virus evade us again"? Google rolled his eyes, continuing on unfazed to BingSeptic. "Then there is the twins. We just call them the Jims. Just ignore them. We do". 

Google started to walk away and Jim shifted the microphone to BingSeptic, saying completely perplexed. "Jim! Are you getting this?! This is breaking news! Who might you be, sir? Could you be a hostage from Anti's family"? BingSeptic opened his mouth, but Google grabbed the mic from Jim's hand and tossed it down the hall. Jim's eyes widened in horror, before dashing after it, yelling out. "JIM! QUICK! AFTER IT"! The Jim holding the camera dashed after the other Jim as he dropped to his knees to dust off the mic. Google then shot BingSeptic an irritated look, saying. "As I was saying. They are here. In the kitchen, you'll find Chef Iplier. In his room, you'll find Bim Trimmer. Then there is Bingplier and the head of the family... Damien Dark. Or as some of the younger members of the family call him... Darkiplier. Dark for short". 

BingSeptic smirked, following Google back outside as the nurse limped by them. It was only after the Nurse slipped inside that Google stopped to add in abruptly. "Oh, ya. I almost forgot about the nurse. Who kind of works on the side as our maid. You can just call her the Nurse. She's not really part of the family. She just works for Dr. Iplier. Though nobody knows exactly why". BingSeptic shrugged, trying to code in information on them all for reference. Otherwise, he'd never remember them all. Outside, Dr. Iplier was standing on the back of a trailer, yelling down at Wilford heatedly. "It says right HERE! THIS SIDE UP! You loaded it upside down! WHY"?! Wilford scoffed loudly, pressing his wrists to his hips as he retorted in that drowsy slur of his. "Don't put that shit on me, young man! How do ya know that your Nurse didn't do it, huh"? 

Dr. Iplier clenched his teeth, growling out. "I should have stayed in Nicaragua! They didn't respect me, but they were descent at helping me". Wilford raised an eyebrow, blinking slowly as he stated out sarcastically. "What a waste of money sending you down there. You're no more a doctor then, than you are now. A murderer certainly. I'm so proud. But a doctor you are not". Dr. Iplier moved to the edge of the trailer with a dark expression as he yelled out loudly. "YOU NEVER BELIEVED IN ME! I'M NOT A FREUD! I'M A DOCTOR! I KNOW WHAT IS BEST"! Wilford sighed heavily, droning out in a bored voice. "You say doctor, I say killer. What's the difference"? Dr. Iplier curled his fingers in frustration, snapping back through clenched teeth. "I hate you! Mark was the only one in this god damn house that believed in me! I don't care if you hated him! He was more of a dad to me, than you ever were"!

Wilford waved his pistol dismissively at Dr. Iplier, when he saw them approaching and straightened up to say in a surprised voice. "Oh, look who's back. Be dears and carry these last two crates to the basement lab, will ya"? BingSeptic looked up at Dr. Iplier, who was taking deep calming breaths. Google climbed into the trailer, grabbing the first crate, when Dr. Iplier grabbed his arm to yell out sternly. "BE CAREFUL WITH THEM! I... I need the contents alive". Google nodded, tilting the first crate down carefully. BingSeptic scanned the crates curiously, his data showing vital signs inside them. He thought about trying a different scanner, only to be jostled from his thoughts by Dr. Iplier telling them both. "I'll get you both into my lab. From there, I'll repair you and Dark can get off my fucking back about it".

BingSeptic and Google each carefully carried a crate on their shoulder as Wilford and Dr. Iplier lead the way back into the house. Wilford twirled his pistol around his finger, casually telling Dr. Iplier. "Damien protects this family. You should show him some respect, boy". Dr. Iplier raised a card from his lab pocket to swipe across the basement scanner box on the wall beside the shelves of wine. BingSeptic registered the coded ID tag and sent it to Google. They might need the code later. After all... They were in this for themselves. A secret panel opened to reveal a bright shiny lab as Dr. Iplier answered Wilford heatedly. "I get that. It's just his obsession with Anti that is driving me mad. What is he so worried about? Anti has never showed interest in us before. Why start a war with him now"?

Wilford glanced back at both Google and himself, before discreetly replying. "He didn't start a war. He's fixing the mess Mark started. It's complicated and now is not the time for me to explain". Google sent a private message to BingSeptic and he opened the message in front of his yellow eye. Google's message read. "Wilford doesn't trust us. This must have something to do with the project that created both me and you". BingSeptic closed the message and gave Google a slight nod, before setting his crate down on the floor. Google did the same as Dr. Iplier shooed out Wilford, saying loudly. "Fine. I don't have time for your complicated secrets. I've got work to do. Now get out"! After shoving Wilford out the door, Dr. Iplier leaned out a bit to yell out. "NURSE! I NEED YOU"!

Turning back around to face them as the door closed, Dr. Iplier gestured to two metal tables, telling them swiftly. "Alright, lay back on those for me and I'll start the repairs". BingSeptic watched Google lay back across the table without any fear, but he was a bit reluctant. What would this be like? Would it hurt? Could he trust Dr. Iplier? He had just started to lay back across the table, when the Nurse buzzed into the room with her own key card. Dr. Iplier rolled his chair closer to his table and began to type of a small computer, before telling him. "I'll have to plug you into the system. So, you're going to feel what I assume will be a jolt". BingSeptic stared up at the ceiling as he felt hands touching his arm. He wasn't afraid. He just wanted to get this over with. Closing his eyes, he felt his body jerk from the increase in power, before everything went pitch black.

When BingSeptic opened his eyes again, data rushed passed his eye informing him of all the updates and changes made. He had to admit that things did appear to run faster. The only thing that confused him was the sight of Bing standing beside his table. The last time he had seen him, he was a fired mess. Yet, here he stood entirely whole again. Bing flashed him a reluctant smile, asking bitterly. "Sleep well? Dark is waiting to see you now". BingSeptic swung his legs off the table, looking around. The crates were gone. In there place, looked to be a pair of sealed cryotubes set up in two different corners of the room. He tried to scan them, but the lids were blocking his scans from getting a good reading.

Dr. Iplier sat at a computer, monitoring one of the cryotubes as he threw out over his shoulder. "You might have to reset your internal clock. You were turned off for two whole weeks. Couldn't be helped. I had a lot to do. Despite Dark's threats. So, you better go up and see him. Googleplier is already up there". BingSeptic stood up, resetting his clock when he noticed something interesting. Approaching Dr. Iplier, he asked him curiously. "Why did you nickname my unit"? Dr. Iplier quickly changed the screen on the computer that he was working on, before turning in his chair. He was acting a bit nervous about something. He could see it in his scans of Dr. Iplier's body. Dr. Iplier's voice was confident though as he answered. "I had too. I kept getting you and Bing confused. As were many in the house. So, I decided on a nickname for you. From now on, they will be calling you 'S34N".

BingSeptic raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out why they'd be calling him by some number. Only to have Dr. Iplier mutter out under his breath. "I thought it was clever. I consider it to be a robot spelling of Sean... but anyway". Dr. Iplier cleared his throat, telling him in a normal tone of voice. "The point is that your repairs are done and Dark is avid to see you. Just don't give him a reason to destroy you". To Be Continued...