When the System Fails

When the System Fails, Part 2

"Well, I need you to get lost. I ain't sellin' the thing." Google snarled, literally shoving past the other, the dealer only laughed. "Someone's been looking for you Google... Pays well too." They shake their head, eyes narrow. Google froze, turning around on his heel to face the other. He furrowed his brows until the dots connected. Dark...
To metal spikes jutted into his sides, making him leek blue blood. He screamed, curling down on himself. Chase spiked up, looking over after he recovered.
"Google!!" He yelled in dismay, running over and grabbing a bottle. Suddenly smashing it over the head of the dealer, knocking him out.

Chase quickly rushed over, trying to pull the metal spikes from Google's sides. Google just shook his head, telling him to stand back as he grabbed either spike and bent them. Removing the horrific things from his bleeding sides.

Chase helped him out of the trap, slotting a hand under the others and helping him walk.
"We could check in the back, just in case...." Chase suggests. Google nodding and steering them that way. After some rummaging Google called Chase over with a bright smile.
Google was holding a paragon, the thing pulsating blue lightly as Chase gazed in wonder.
"Let's get this back to Bing." Google took Chase's hand, teleporting them to Bing. Google gently grabbed Bing's cold hand and teleported both of them to an unknown office. Well, Google's real office he had hid away from Dark by building it in a bunker under the office. Google laid Bing's body down, looking to his chest.
Chase took a seat not far away, watching calmly as they fiddled nervously. Google had taken off Bing's shirt, aligning a tray of tools to use as they accessed his panels. Taking the main off.
It took hours just to fix the wires, not even near to adding the core yet. Chase had gone home, believing there was no fix for him despite what Google told him. It would be a failure, he was too late, he shouldn't have let him go. This is all his fault.
Besides, maybe a drink or two wouldn't hurt...

Google was trying his hardest, he had made his way to getting the core connected after a few days. He stood back, eyes numb and grey, this, this was the one thing that had actually made him tired. It made him feel as if he could lay down and sleep, like actually sleep. Not power down, not hibernate, sleep.

But finally, after months of hard work, Bing blinked his eyes open, groaning softly as he sat up. Only to find excruciating pain that forced him to lay back down. Google just sat there watching, core changing to red through his logo.

Finally, finally he saw his little brother open his weary glowing eyes. He let out a single

chuckle from glee, surging forward as he wrapped his arms around the other tightly. Squeezing him impossibly close.
Bing gasped, pain shooting through him but he ignored that. He hugged back and Google actually start.. Crying? Yes, crying!
Bing looked up to him in disbelief, smiling as he wiped some of Google's blue tears away.
"..G-Google- you're- you're-" A gently hand was placed over his mouth.
"Yes, I know... And I'm so so sorry for not showing this before, I couldn't..." He looked away to the side.
"No, no!! It's okay! I know you couldn't, I know..." Bing patted Google's back as he sobbed harder, soaking Bing's shoulder. Google nodded, just happy to have the other back.
"I-I will never lose you again! Over my dead body!" Google yelped, Bing nodded running fingers through the other's dark soft yet dense hair. Combing through it, after a moment of reassuring the other he calmed.
"Wait... Is Chase okay?!" Google paused at those words. "Google?.."
"Last time I saw him... He wasn't looking good..."
"You didn't do anything?!" Bing screeched, Google wincing lightly.
"I couldn't have you die!!! He- as far as I know isn't dead, I had to attend to you first-"
"I~ Could have waited!!" Google scowled at that, frowning, he sighed looking away. "Sorry... I'll go check on him.." He looked to the floor, Google nodding as he let the other teleport out of the room.

BIng teleported just outside of Chase's door, knocking on it. He waited a moment, no one coming. He tried the handle, eyes widening when he found it was open. Pulling the door aside, he stepped in.
He gasped, hands over his mouth, eyes wide and denying. No, his appearance surely didn't-
Chase was lying on the ground, A barrage of various colored bottles stacked on his barely heaving chest. Beer and alcoholic liquids spilled everywhere, some of the glass shattered... Knife marks and cuts littering Chase's arms, cuts and scars blistering on Chase's hands.
Bing immediately swept Chase's phone from his pocket calling the hospital and panicking as he paced. "Shit shit shit-" Bing gripped his hair, looking to Chase every so often.

The ambulance arrived, Bing had to wait in the waiting room, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.Teleporting before hand, he heard yelling from the hall, hoping it wasn't Chase.