-Anya's POV-

I wake up screaming. Panting hard, I take a look around.

"That's weird; I don't remember getting in bed." I think. Then, it hits me. "It must've been Google."

"Well, that doesn't make up for last night." I think, my point of view changing.

I get up and get dressed for work. After brushing my hair, I tie it into a pony tail. I walk downstairs to find the mail and the newspaper lying on the counter. A satisfying scent fills my nose when I take a deep breath. I think for a minute.

"Waffles!" I squeal, the name coming back to me. I see a stack of waffles on the other side of the counter. I clap my hands gleefully. I grab one and I start to eat at the table. The front door creaks behind me. I look back to see Google shutting the door, with yet to notice me. He's wearing the blue plaid flannel that we got from Target.

"Oh, you're up." I say with a bit more sarcasm than I meant. (Well, no dip! Who else could have made the waffles? The waffle fairy?!) He whips his head up.

"You have my apologies about last night, Anya. I did not truly want to offend you. I... I don't know what came over me." He says, at first looking straight at me, but then veering them towards his feet.

"It's okay, I forgive you. You know that, if anything's going on, you can tell me; I'll listen." I say, motioning for him to sit down. I don't know why I suddenly care; he hasn't been here long at all.

He slips into the seat across from me. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out and he shuts it.

"Alright, well, I have work today. Keep the house in shape." I say, taking my last bite of waffle. I grab my purse and walk out the door. Hopping in the car, I drive off to work.

-Time skip, at work-

My shift is almost over. Only two or three people are here. One of my co-workers, Spencer, steps over next to me as I'm wiping the counter. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the last customer leave.

"Ya know Anya, now that we're alone, I have to say I've always admired the way you walk." Spencer hisses slyly. I stare at him.

"Excuse me... what?" I question him.

He slides forward, smirking.

"I think you're a pretty good-lookin' gal, too."

I try to slip away, but his hands slither onto my hips.

"Why are you trying to run away? I'm not going to hurt you."

I find myself standing like a statue.

"What's wrong, doll? Cat got your tongue?" He hums in a perverted tone.

His fingers slightly tug on my top. My hands firmly press against his chest, trying to shove him away, but he doesn't budge. His index finger pushes up my chin.

"Now, now, sweet cheeks. We both know you can't get away that easily." He slurs.

I hold my breath. Swiftly, he lowers his lips, as if trying to slowly form a hickey on my neck. I shut my eyes in fear.

I just want it all to stop.

Suddenly, as if someone heard my prayer, it stops. Everything. No more feeling his hands tightening around my waist. No more of his ragged breathe surrounding me.

I open my eyes to see Google and Spencer on the floor with Google on Spencer's back, holding Spencer's arms and pressing his wrists down.

"What action do you think you're partaking in?" Google snarls in his ear, his eyes glowing a bright red.

"I-I was just-"

"Yeah, 'you were just.'" Google snaps sarcastically.

"I highly recommend you listen, young man. I will not take any sort of joy or entertainment in seeing your face ever again! And if it just so happens that I do, you can be 100% certain that you'll never see the sun again. However, what I shall take joy in is the fact that I'm letting you ponder how I would do so (the sun thing)." Google continues, snarling.

Spencer looks very irritated and I can tell he doesn't like to be told what to do. "Yer a funny one! I could easily take you down." Spencer spats. He launches himself upwards, sending Google straight into the wall behind them.

Google falls to the floor, but quickly looks back up. Spencer towers over him. Google mumbles something inaudible.

"What was that, little man?" Spencer taunts, lifting him slightly by his collar.

Suddenly, Google sends a punch into his jaw, causing him to fall the floor. He stands back up, hovering next to Spencer, who's laying on the floor.

"I said: 'You've made a rather large mistake.'" Google repeats in a menacing tone.

"I was created in the form of metal and steel, boy." Google explains with no hesitation when kicking him in the stomach.

Spencer flinches, followed by his legs curling up for a reason recently explained. Google raises his foot, preparing to kick him again.

"No, Google, stop!" I say, finally gaining the ability to speak again. I grab his shoulder and pull him away from Spencer's limp body.

"But earlier he was harassing you! I'll be responsible for the death of anyone who dares to put you in harm's way!" He shouts.

I gasp lightly. I remember him talking to himself:

"I'd make sure of their death if they dare harm her!"

It was me.

How could I not have known?

"You... you were talking about me..." I mumble, unintentionally letting go of his shoulder.

"Whatever do you mean by 'I was ta-'" He stops mid-sentence, coming to a conclusion.

"You-you had been eavesdropping."

"N-no I just overheard. I-I didn't mean to." I stutter.

"How much did you hear?"

"E-everything."

He stares at me in shock. (Like "oh s***!")

"W-would you really kill anybody to protect me? I haven't known you long at all." I continue.

"I was programmed to protect my possessor."

I feel a little weight in my stomach; I should have expected that answer.

"Wait a second, how did you even get here?" I ask in realization.

He hesitates. "Why should that even matter?" He replies coolly.

"It doesn't, unless you followed me."

He pauses, not knowing how to respond.

"You did, didn't you?" I say, coming to an answer.

He displays a map in front of him. It shows the route I took to get here.

"You could have asked me where I worked."

"I had the common sense to infer that you would still be in possession of negative emotions towards me. I concluded that it'd be of a better outcome if I didn't confront you at the time." He says.

"Did you walk all the way here?" I ask.

"Correct."

I slowly step forward to him. But, before I can get to him, I see the tip of a knife appear in the center of his stomach. It pushes further through by the second. Google's jaw drops as sparks surround the knife's tip, accompanied by loads of black oil spilling out. (Oil instead of blood) My eyes shoot back upwards to see more black oil pour in streams down his face, out of his mouth. His legs tremble and he collapses on his knees, revealing Spencer standing behind him.

"No!" I shriek, flinging myself at him.

I pin him to the ground by sitting on his chest. In my rage, I overpower him. My fists send punch after punch at his face. I lose control. Swing, after swing, after swing. A pair of hands softly lifts me up from under my shoulders. Still in a panic, I struggle and kick.

"Anya, please r-restrain yourself. He's already lo-lost consciousness." I hear Google say in an almost calm tone, despite the damage done to him.

I immediately stop and spin around. He's pressing against the hole in his stomach with a couple of cloth napkins. A small stream of oil spills from a corner of his mouth.

"You're getting to the repair shop ri-"

"A-Anya, I would much rather focus on getting you to your r-residence. I am in no danger of f-further harm." He cuts me off. He winces at the pain with a cough, resulting in a spurt of oil on my clothes and arms.

"You are clearly are in danger of further harm! You're coming with me!" I say, completely forgetting about Spencer choking up blood on the floor. He's learned his lesson.

I snatch my my bag and grab Google's hand, almost dragging him to the car. I shove him into the passenger seat and I leap into the driver's seat. Buckling up, I swing out of the parking space. I practically step on it once we reach the road.

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Okay, this is badly written, but I'm late and I wanted to upload something. I really tried to make it good. So, I hope it wasn't too cringe-y (I know it was on some level). Plz don't hate me. Anyways, have a great day!

~Malymoo