When the System Fails

When the System Fails, Part 2

A moment passed before Google picked up
"Hello?" Despite his voice being monotone, it still felt... somewhat tired.
"I- U-um-" Chase stuttered for a moment, taking a deep breath and gulping. "B-Bing- He's here. Just not-" He paused again, Google readying himself. "Alive..." Those words stung like poison, it echoing in his mind over and over without a single care.
"I- might be able to do something... How damaged is he?"
"W-well, he has a hole in his chest, wires are ripped from him as well as.. Tubes. It's just-" Chase tears up, voice squeaking to a cut off. "F-fuck.." He started sobbing again without tears.
"I'll be over in a minute. Just, wait there." he hung up, driving to location quickly, knowing from where Chase's call located from.
Chase didn't do anything other than wait, Google soon arriving. He fell into some sort of luring reality. Everything went by in a blur, the car ride, the examination, the news, the location, everything that happened. Before he could stop it, he was drunk again and wandering the house.

"Chase! Chase!" Googles muffled voice went wobbly from ear out the other. His head lolled towards Google who was picking him up and placing him on the couch. "Why the fuck were you on the ground?!" He looked shocked, Chase tried to move his lips it just coming out as a groan. Google raised an eyebrow, deciding to wait it out.
Chase finally found his drunk slurred words.
"What..?"
"I-I need your help, I might be able to fix Bing, but- I need a certain piece." He starts, hoping the drunken man understood. Which he didn't and he would have to re-explain it later. "You know that hole in Bing's chest? That was his core and someone stole it or ripped it out of him. I'm suggesting... You could help me find a new one..?"

Chase mumbled something, seemingly nodding when in reality he was just dazed.
"One problem, the piece is so rare it's almost impossible to find. The manufacturer actually shut down long ago- so.." Google bit his lip, shrugging lightly. Chase was so out of it, but he managed to stand. Google bit back a smile, patting Chase's back. Knowing it was not only hard for them, but himself as well.

He led Chase out, Google set his internal GPS to the nearest workshop they could find. He teleported there, looking to Chase, a little worried if he was intact- or well- not. Thankfully he was and seemed to make the trip just fin- Chase doubled over, clutching his head, groaning loudly. Google frowned.
"It'll pass, just give it a minute." He huffed, walking to the counter, leaving Chase to recover.

"Oh, my apologies, I didn't see you two.. Enter... Is he alright?" The workmen asked, looking past Google to Chase.
"I assure you, he's quite fine. Moving on, do you perhaps have this piece." Google set an overly complicated diagram of his core on the table. The workmen froze, shuddering slightly.
"I'm-I'm afraid I don't, sir."
"I am no sir, I am simply someone looking for a specific thing." Google grabbed the paper back, rolling it up perfectly. "Thank you for your time." He grabbed Chase by the shoulders guiding him out. He had finally recovered, Google looked to him, hoping he was ready. Chase gave a worried, dazed look but wearily nodded.

Google teleported again, this time further- this time Chase threw up on the sidewalk, making Google cringe and sneer. He went to the counter yet again, ignoring Chase this time, placing the blueprint down. The guy immediately froze, fidgeting, he wondered why it made so many uncomfortable. It was complicated, yes, but it was made by a human itself. Not an ordinary, but still classified as a human being.

He teleported, again and again and again. Until finally, halfway across the damn country did they find someone who knew and had the thing.
"No, the damn thing isn't worth money, it's priceless as I said!" The other dealer said grimly. Why did he tell them he had one in stock if he didn't want to give it away or sell it.
"Look, I'll send my fingers over the counter for that damn thing! I don't care, just. Whatever you need for us to have it!"
"No, means no." Chase looked up at Bing, he was almost sober by this point. Sun setting, they'd been at this for hours- god, his stomach was so empty now.