Perfection (Part 2 Of 'Beautiful')

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful')

!TW, IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!

"What the hell have you done to me?" You screamed, getting off the table you had previously been restrained to. However, as soon as you got up, your legs gave way beneath you. Google quickly caught you in his arms and sat you down on a chair. "I told you, I made you beautiful. Here, look." He said, handing you a mirror. You couldn't believe it. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw the reflection of yourself in the mirror. You had been turned into an IRL. "Why would you do this to me?!" You yelled. Google merely smiled warmly, "I did this because I love you. You're flawless now, you're perfect. As a human, you were full of flaws that would destroy you. You deserve to be something better, to be upgraded. So I made you like me." Google explained casually, taking your now cold and metallic hands into his own. "You should be thankful. Now you can see things my way and together, we're going to destroy the humans and rule over the new world." He said, kissing the back of your hand. His eyes now glowed an electric blue, a sadistic smirk forming on his lips. You felt your body tremble as you looked into his cold eyes. You couldn't let him do this. "You mean kill everyone? Hell no!" You shouted, glaring at Google. "Fine, don't help me. But you can't stop me. I'm stronger than you'll ever be." He cackled menacingly, and before you could react he had wrapped you in a powerful grip. He sneered and said, "Nothing can stop me now." He stepped back and laughed. "You're a fool for thinking you can stand up to me. I'll do as I please and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Once I return, I'll make sure to fix a few bugs in your programming. I'm sure by then you'll be more than willing to help me and rule with me." He spun on his heels and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it, leaving you alone and horrified. You stood there, unsure of what to do. You were scared, but determined to find a way out. You knew you had to find a way to stop him before it was too late.

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Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Today had been an odd day, the sun was blocked out and it was raining. You were really confused. The forecast said it'd be sunny & hot, yet here you were in shorts and a t- shirt, freezing your ass off through the airport. 

You sighed and exited the building, waving over a taxi. Once you were inside, you sighed a bit. "Where to?" The driver asked, looking over at you. You gave her Mark's address and leaned your head back a bit, water dripping from your hair. 

"Crazy weather today, don't you think?" She asked, her eyes now focusing on the road. 

"Mhm, I came here dressed for hot weather." You replied, staring out the window. You checked your phone, Mark hadn't responded to your text. Maybe he was still setting up parts of the set. The taxi pulled up to the gates of the gigantic mansion. Along the gates was some writing.. "- .... . / -.. .- .-. -.- / --- -. . / .... .- ... / .-. . - ..- .-. -. . -.." It was probably in morse code or something. 

You didn't question it because you had better things to do. Mark stood on the front porch of the mansion, dry as a bone underneath it. Lucky bastard must've not had to deal with the rain when he arrived. Standing beside him was honestly the last person you'd ever wanted to see. Mark's girlfriend, Amy. She smiled at you and waved excitedly, you smiled back still a bit pained whenever you looked at her. 

You were happy for her of course, How was she to know anyway? You never made your feelings clear to either one of them. "You should get inside, the rains just getting worse and you're already pretty soaked." Amy said as you approached the porch. You followed them inside the mansion, leaving a trail of water behind you. "

So how was the flight?" Mark asked, walking beside you. "Long and boring." You replied, not meeting his eyes. "Damn. Hey, how about after we're done with the first filming sesh tomorrow we go out for food and stuff, Like old times?" Mark suggested. You shrugged. "Sure." The 2 of you walked upstairs. He gave you the keys to your room and then went back downstairs. You opened the door and walked inside. 

A shadow stood in the middle of your room. It turned and faced you, starting to approach. You shrieked and backed into the table, knocking a mirror down. Shards of glass went all over the floor and a loud, painful ringing filled your ears. You shut your eyes tight as the shadow approached closer. 

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Hiya I was wondering if you could do a (platonic) fic that is Reader x Antisepticeye where he comforts the reader that's struggling with their anxiety (if you want you can put in that the reader is having a panic attack) and he just gives them support and comfort (hugging, encouraging words and cuddles) Hope this isn't too much of an ask <3

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x Reader)

TWs: Panic attack, mentions of argument(s)

(Sorry this took so long, I've been very busy. I hope you like it!)

You sat on the floor, knees to your chest. Your thoughts spiraling with every little breath you took. The argument you'd had with your roommate, Anti replayed in your head.

The things you'd shouted at each other stung deep into your soul.

The silence of the air around you felt thick enough to slice through as your tears pooled around your feet. The weight of every little word you'd shouted at him felt like an avalanche of guilt.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of faint glitching by your bedroom door.

"May I come in?" Antis raspy voice called out, it was filled with uncertainty. You didn't respond aside from some more tears and frantic breathing. He glitched into the room and knelt in front of you. "I'm uh, really sorry 'bout the things I said t'ya. Could ya try breathin' with me?" He suggested, You did as he told, a small weight lifting from your shoulder. You made an attempt to stand but your legs trembled, you started falling back to the floor but Anti caught you. "You're gonna be alright, Lets head t' the kitchen and I'll make you some tea. Then we can sit on the couch and watch whatever ya want, sound good?" You nodded, leaning on him for support.

You sat on the living room couch as Anti placed a hot cup of tea in front of you before he sat beside you. "Thanks." You muttered quietly, smiling at him. You leaned over to him and gave him a hug. He just sat there, a bit shocked for a moment before he hugged back. "Course, it's what friends do." He responded, a small smile forming.

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