When the System Fails

When the system fails, Part 1

Chase visibly winced, trying to focus on the screen rather than his stupid thoughts. He managed, but couldn't help but drift to them occasionally. The crazy things screaming at him, time flew and hour passed.
Bing finished, walking over with what seemed to be unlimited energy. He was very boustris and quite bouncy. Always getting back on his feet unlike Chase. He sat with Chase, turning to him with a smile of which the other returned.
"Hiya, Bing, you finish?"
"Yeah, bro!" He replied happily, leaning on Chase slightly, making him giggle. "You tired?" Bing shrugged, head on Chase's shoulder as he sighed. He reached a hand over, giving Bing a gentle patt. "I'll take that as a yes, you goof." He poked him, giggling when Bing swatted his hand away.

Chase took the other's sunglasses off, making him more comfortable. Having to lean over to the coffee table to put them down, Bing whined shifting. Chase chuckled, leaning back and cackling. Bing went into his sleeping mode, Chase watching TV and drifting off as well.

The hour of editing he did do, wearing him down. Memories and thoughts not helping. He went limp, against Bing's.

***

"Where's the other one?" A muffled male voice sounded through Google's box.
"Good question..." Another sounded, this one lower and almost..echoey?

Light seeped through the newly cut opening in the box.
"Google." The gentler voice called, causing Google to awake.

"My name is Mark and this is Darkiplier before you ask." Mark informed, Dark's arms seemed to be crossed. He furrowed his brows, looking quite stern and displeased.

"Hello." He tried to greet joyfully, Dark dismissing it by waving a hand in the air. Making him frown, he took a step forward out of the box.
"There's no point in having smiles and being all joyful as of now." Dark snapped, low growl present as his aura flickered. Mark shot him a look, giving Google a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry, he's a bit grouchy, you see we expected another android to come. But, uh- he doesn't seem to be here." Mark explained, Dark growling again.
"Shut up, Mark." He sneered, eyes as daggers towards them both. Mark took Google by the shoulders gently, guiding him to his room. He flinched at first, them bending his will to let Mark guide him.
"Here you are, there's a bed in case you want somewhere comfortable to sleep. There's the PC, we choose you for editing so. You'll get assignments regularly." Mark patted his shoulder, looking to Google now walking up beside him as he stood. Looking around the room.
"There are others in the building don't mind them. And if you need anything I'll be in my recording room down the hall on the right." Mark smiled, taking his leave and shutting the door quietly.
Google sighed, wondering if the other android that was supposed to be here was Bing. A stupid idea he brushed off, ambling over to the computer. He had a look at the screen, seeing nothing yet. Mark must have been letting him settle in first. Not what he hoped, simply becoming idle in a few minutes.
The room was plain, simple white walls with accompanying white fluorescent lights. Just like the room he slept in upon completion, little did he know the lack of care and company. Nevermind joy, would turn him numb, letting him dangle by a thread of emotion. It, of course would never see the light of day as he was concerned.

***

Chase awoke startled, Bing flinching awake too. He looked to Chase, seeing him... Blushing? He tilted his head, looking to him with furrowed brows.
"You alright, bro?" He asked concerned.
"Oh, me? Y-yeah fine...always fine..." He muttered after, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Do you want some breakfast?-" He giggled when Chase's tummy growled as a 'yes.' Even Chase adding to it with a nod and awkward smirk. He got up, going to cook whatever Chase had handy in the fridge. Which, of course; was bacon.