*Google's POV*

The little human and I were now in a stare off. They had a ball in their hands and were looking right at me. I kept trying to inquire what the hell it wanted but it did nothing but stare at me!

"Do you need food?"

It shook its head.

"Do you want something to drink?"

It shook its head again.

I grabbed my hair. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!"

It stared at me with a blank face. I groaned and fell onto the couch.

Then, my phone began ringing. I checked it. "Oh thank god-" I quickly answered.

"Hey Google-"

"Wilford, Wilford you have to help me. It keeps staring at me-"
"Whoa whoa whoa calm down! What 'it'?"

"The tiny person! It keeps staring at me and it won't-"

"Whoa whoa whoa calm down Google! They're just a kid; I'm sure it can't be that bad!"

"Yes, it is that bad. It has been staring at me for the past 20 minutes and has done nothing else."

"Hmm….alright that is a little creepy...Are they hungry?"

"No."

"Thirsty?"

"NO! I've already gone through all the options and it keeps looking at me with a ball in its hands-"

"Wait-did you say a ball?"

"Yes. I'm thinking about popping it to see if it would do something else-"

"Google, they want to play!"

"...What?"

"Yes! They probably want to play with you! They were just waiting for you to open your hands to them!"

I paused. Then, I turned to the tiny person who was still staring at me. I opened my hand and it promptly tossed the ball to me. I blinked. Then, I popped it and tossed the remains back to them. "I don't play."

It stared at the remains for a while before sulking back to its room. Pathetic.

"Google, did you just pop the ball?!"

"Yes."

"Why?!"

"Because I don't 'play.' Especially with that thing-"

"IT'S A CHILD! Ok? THEY ARE A CHILD!"

"THEY ARE INVADING MY HOME-"

"I don't care if they invaded your home or even had you at gunpoint! They are a child and you have to care for them. Look, I'm coming over-"

"What? Why?!"

"WE'RE TAKING THEM TO THE PARK SO THEY AREN'T SAD!"

"But-"

"NO BUTS! I'M COMING RIGHT NOW!" He then hung up before I could say anything else.

I sighed. "Dammit…."

I looked up to see it looking at me with its little (e/c) eyes from their bedroom. "What are you looking at?"

It didn't answer as usual and closed the door.

I'll admit, as much as it is annoying, it's also smart. It knows that if it speaks I can put it through my system and figure out where the hell it came from and then have it dragged out of here in a moment's notice. For SOME REASON though, it doesn't want to leave.

AND YES I'VE TRIED TO LEAVE IT OUTSIDE BUT EITHER IT FINDS A WAY BACK IN OR THE DAMN TENANT TELLS ME TO BRING IT IN LIKE IT'S MINE!

The damn kid is too smart for its own good-

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"

I groaned and walked over to the door.

"Hello Wilford-"

Wilford pushed the door open the rest of the way, knocking me into the wall behind it. With a booming voice he announced, "UNCLE WILFORD IS HERE!"

I pushed the door closed and shook my head as I recovered. (Y/n) looked out from its room and smiled softly, coming over.

Wilford giggled and scooped it up, spinning it around, humming. I swear, sometimes I think he should just keep it-make my life a hell of a lot easier.

Wilford placed it on his shoulders and turned to me. "Well Google, are you ready?"

"For what?"

"THE PARK!" he exclaimed. (Y/n) played with his floofy hair, I suppose not really paying attention.

I rolled my eyes and nodded some. "Yeah let me just pack a couple of things before we go." I quickly went and grabbed a backpack, putting in water and a couple of snacks so that it wouldn't complain. Didn't need that little human complaining…

I paused. '...How long have I been…'caring' for this kid?' I mean, now I was doing these sort of things out of habit and yet…

I shook my head and walked back out to see Wilford spinning around with it again, the kid seeming to be getting...a little pale. He was going too fast.

Although I was tempted to see it throw up on Wilford, I just wanted to go so I coughed and said, "Wilford."

He stopped and looked to me, the child seeming to be getting some relief. "Yeah?"

"Ready?"

Wilford nodded and headed out with (Y/n) on his shoulders, humming along as he made his way to the car. I rolled my eyes and locked the door, heading out to the car myself.

I saw Wilford was having trouble with the child seat and, after some terrible attempts, (Y/n) took the buckles and buckled itself in. It then patted Wilford on the head, as if saying, 'I got it but good try though.'

Wilford chuckled softly and went to the passenger side. "Smart kid."

I nodded. "Yeah, it learns quickly." Then, we took off.

In a few minutes we made it over to the park. It wasn't all that far but I just never made it over here because...other people would often be habitating the space aaaaand would lead me in annoying conversations. But today it was almost empty surprisingly. Maybe it'll be a good day...

What am I saying? Any day with this human could turn into a nightmare within seconds.

Wilford got it out of its seat and then brought it over to the playground, I following with the pack on my back.

Wilford soon let go of its hand and let it go play on the playground, coming back over to me to watch. "Lovely day isn't it?" he asked, looking around.

I nodded some. "I suppose in your terms yes."

He rolled his eyes. "So...still haven't gotten close to (Y/n), huh?"

I shook my head. "Nope. And I have no interest in taking anymore part in its existence than I already have."

"Well...I mean it would help if you quit referring to them as an 'it.' I mean, I'm a human and I'm pretty sure you call me a 'him' right?"

I nodded. "I only hold some mild respect for you and our family. But that thing isn't one of us." I saw them-it-going down the slide with not a whole lot of enthusiasm. It seemed...off. I couldn't explain it but they went around and began to climb the playground once more.

"Well, their living with you now and I doubt they'll be leaving anytime soon. It'd be better to get along with them then hating their existence forever y'know."

"Hmm...I think I could that."

"Google."

"What?"

"You can't tell me that you actually hate (Y/n)."

I looked over to him. "I hate (Y/n)."

He blinked and then shook his head. "No you don't."

"I do-with a furious anger."

He laughed. "Nope. I refuse to believe that. Otherwise you would have killed them by now wouldn't you?"

I paused. "...You know...I hadn't actually thought of that...If I kill it then I wouldn't need to worry about it pestering me all the time…" Wilford then punched me in the shoulder. "Ow?" I commented.

"No killing the child!" he yelled.

I shook my head. "I was just joking…" 'I'll just kill it later when he's not here.'

He rolled his eyes and looked to the playground again. I looked over and saw (Y/n) approaching the swings. They-It looked around a little and observed someone pushing their child on the swingset, the child laughing.

(Y/n) blinked some and then climbed on one of the empty swings. Then it just sat there, waiting it seemed but for what I didn't know.

"Go."

I blinked and turned to Wilford. "What?"

"Go push them!" Wilford pushed me in the direction of it.

I didn't understand but I went over to it anyway. It looked over to me and tilted its head curiously.

I sighed and, looking away, I pushed it a little. The swing moved some but (Y/n) made no comment. I pushed it again and it went a little higher. Then, as I continued to push it a little idea formed in my mind, making me smirk. 'Maybe if I can push them high enough, I could push them off and maybe cause a little 'accident.''

I pushed them higher and higher and saw a little smile forming on their face. They did not know what was coming to them one bit and that was perfect.

At one point they had gained such a high velocity that any push out of the ordinary would send them flying. I counted down. 'Three...two…...one-' I smirked and pushed really hard, sending them flying out of the swing.

Wilford's eyes turned into huge saucers and he rushed forward, jumping and barely catching them in his arms. 'Awe…' "GOOGLE! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR YOU TO PUSH THEM OFF THE SWING!" he yelled, scowling at me as they held (Y/n).

"Whoops."

"Whoops? WHOOPS?! WHOOPS IS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT-"

We head giggling and we looked to see (Y/n) was the source of that laughter. We both kind of blinked as it wiggled away from Wilford's hands and went back on the swing, once again waiting.

We glanced at each other before looking back to (Y/n), who was bouncing in their seat. '...' I began to push it once more and they were smiling. Then, I once again pushed them off the swing and they yelled happily as Wilford caught them again.

Wilford smiled and chuckled as he set them down and they returned to the swing. "I guess they like this haha," Wilford commented.

(Y/n) quickly nodded their head. I rolled my eyes. "Of course they would…" I pushed them again but then realized-I just said 'they.'...No, couldn't be something that out of place...I mean…

I sent them flying once more and Wilford caught them again, laughing and spinning around some and I watched quietly. They...they seem a lot better when they're smiling I guess…

Then they were released from Wilford and I saw they were headed back to the swing-...but instead of climbing on the swing, they went past it and went right up to me. They looked up to me. "What do you want?" I asked it boredly.

They stared up at me for a little while before wrapping their small arms around my legs and...hugging me. I blinked at this little movement. They hadn't ever done something like this…

I looked up to see Wilford smiling and 'Aweing.' He motioned for me to return the hug.

I sighed and placed a hand on their head, ruffling their hair softly. They looked up to me again and I rolled my eyes, looking away. "Alright that's enough-shoo shoo."

They removed themselves and then ran off to play on the playground.

Wilford came up next to me and smiled, chuckling. "Awe, you're bonding."

I shook my head. "No, they were just being weird."

"...You just called them a 'they.'"

"...Shut up." I walked away as Wilford began to try and make me say that I loved them. I ignored him though and watched as (Y/n) climbed the playground with a big smile on their face. '...Alright...I guess they are a little cute…maybe they could stay a little longer…'

Suddenly I saw them trip on themselves and face plant onto the floor of the playground. I laughed and Wilford screeched, running over to check on them as I grabbed some supplies for a likely bloody nose.