Google and Yahoo are sitting on the couch watching TV at Yahoo's house.

Google: You know, at first I was kind of skeptical, but I actually kind of love not working. It's much more relaxing.

Yahoo: This has been a great summer. I love you.

Google: I love you t- *cell phone rings, Google answers it* Hello?

Google is on the phone. Yahoo looks over at him, worried.

Yahoo: What's wrong? Did something happen to Tumblr?

Google: *hangs up* No, Tumblr's fine. Well, I think she's fine.

Yahoo: Then what's going on?

A smile slowly spreads across Google's face.

Google: Chrome just called. We're allowed to go back to work.

*the theme song plays*

We are now at Tumblr's house. Pinterest walks in and tries to avoid all the mess everywhere. Occasionally she'll pick up something she could use in a DIY. Eventually she goes into the living room and finds Tumblr lying face down on the floor surrounded by memes.

Pinterest: Tumblr...

Tumblr: *loud snoring*

Pinterest: *kicks Tumblr* TUMBLR!

Tumblr: What? *rolls over* Oh, hey Pinterest! Wait, wasn't Fanfic supposed to be the one checking on me?

Pinterest: Nope! I convinced her to give the job to me. [Tumblr rolls her eyes] Speaking of work, did you hear the news? The updates's complete! We can go back to work!

Tumblr: Ugh. I never want to go back to that selfie-infested, spam-filled, overly-meme'd-

Pinterest: [interrupting Tumblr] When was the last time someone payed you to rant about Oreos?

Tumblr: That was in 2014. And I stand by my statement that anyone who supported "Moreos" is an awful person because Moreos are an abomination and-

Pinterest: Save it for when you're being paid by the word. Now, come on! Google is hosting a meeting in the parking lot as we speak!

Tumblr: Hold on. I just have to feed my frog first.

Pinterest: Why did you get a frog?

Tumblr: Here come dat boi?

Pinterest: *sighs* oh shit waddup. Just come on. *drags Tumblr out the door by her foot*

*

Google is standing on a box in front of all the 7th floor employees. Standing next to him is Yahoo. Pinterest and Tumblr run to join the group.

Twitter: Come on Google!!! Let us in!!!

Google: Not until everyone gets here.

Instagram: Who cares? Why do we have to wait any longer?

Google: We need to make sure everyone experiences the update at the same time.

Yahoo: Yeah! No spoilers!

Facebook: No spoilers? You're talking to the QUEEN of updating things without telling anyone. For example, I cut my hair over the summer. LOOK AT IT!

Instagram: OMG #aesthetic.

Google: Can we focus please?

Twitter: I find that #problematic.

Facebook: Those are fighting words!

Google: Focus!

Instagram: Please be friends! Everything's better with peace, love, and Ugg boots!

Twitter: Why do you act like a teen girl stereotype?

Instagram: You're the teen girl stereotype!

Yahoo: EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO MY BOYFRIEND!

Crowd falls silent.

Yahoo: Thank you.

Google: Uh, thank you, Yahoo. As I was saying, let me see how many people are here, and we can go. *counts quietly* Okay, that's everyone!

Facebook: Finally! Can we go in?

Google: Sure. You can lead the way.

*

Facebook pushes the door at the top of the stairs open and walks in, the rest of the crowd following. She gasps. Everything looks much more "Modern" than before. A girl with white hair with multicolored highlights and a shirt with the windows logo (Microsoft Edge) runs over.

Microsoft Edge: Hello! And welcome to your new internet experience!

Internet Explorer: Claire?!

Edge: Dad! Stop embarrassing me! *clears throat* As I was saying, hello. My name is Edge. I am the browser that came with the update. *pushes Cortana forward* This is my assistant, Cortana. 

Cortana: Hey. Like Edge said, I'm Cortana. If you need anything, just yell and I'll find it.

Siri: *growls*

Safari: Siri, be nice to Cortana. She's new.

Cortana: Is the job of personal assistant taken? Because this is only part time. I still have to go to my classes during the day.

Bing: Classes? Are you guys in college?

Edge: Cortana is. I decided to work here instead.

Internet Explorer: That's not very responsible, Claire. Your mother and I worked very hard to pay for your tuition. I would have thought you'd realize this, being a legal adult for 2 months.

Edge: Dad, it's fine! I mean, some might consider me a prodigy at, uh, being a browser!

Yahoo: Well, what do you have to offer?

Edge: I'm glad you asked! In simplest terms, I can be described as Internet Explorer, but with more special features. I'm taking everything my father did and making it better!

Wikipedia: Like what?

Edge: Well, my main thing is that I'm kind of an artist. You can now screenshot things and take notes. Or, if you also consider yourself an artist, draw on them!

DevA: *sighs and makes her way to front of group* Edge, listen. We try to be a respectable organization, and we can't do that if so called "artists" like you are always-

Edge: *takes out blue marker, draws a dot on DevA's nose* Boop!

DevA rolls her eyes and goes back to the back of the group.

Edge: If that's everything, I guess we can get to work.

Crowd starts to walk away.

Edge: Wait! I forgot something!

Crowd walks back.

Edge: To improve security, we're doing away with key cards and using facial recognition instead. Now, if you could all take a picture with this special camera-

Instagram: *hands Edge a selfie*

Edge: We're looking for a picture of how you'll normally look.

Instagram: I keep it 100. *walks away*

Facebook: *grabs Edge's camera*  So, how does this thing work, anyway? *studies camera* Okay, I see. So, If I put my hair like this, *messes up hair in a certain way* and do my makeup like this, *smudges makeup and draws strange symbols with eyeliner* and make this face, *makes strange face*

Camera: This device will self-destruct in 10... 9...

Edge: *grabs camera* Give me that! Here, have your key card back!

Facebook: Thank. *walks away*

Edge: Well... I guess the rest of you have until the end of the day to get the pictures in.

Tumblr: Can I go now?

Yahoo: Tumblr, be nice.

Edge: No, it's fine. You guys can go. [crowd disperses] And if you need anything, stop by my office! *calling after crowd* I'M SURE WE CAN BE GREAT FRIENDS!

*

Edge is in her office, scribbling on a newspaper. Instagram knocks on the door.

Edge: Come in! Hello... *thinking* What was your name again? 

Instagram: Harper Collins. But everyone here knows me as Instagram, so call me that.

Edge: Okay. Do you have a question, Instagram?

Instagram: Yah... What the hell?

Edge: Excuse me?

Instagram: Sorry, I meant to say, what the hell did you do to the tabs?

Edge: What do you mean?

Instagram: The walls are too short for me to fit all my selfies and inspirational quotes on!

Edge: The short walls are here for a reason. They improve communication! Or was it collaboration?

Facebook: *standing in doorway* Maybe procrastination?

Edge: Why are you here?

Facebook: I got bored.

Edge: Well, my Browser's handbook says to turn your destructive behavior into something constructive. I saw you were great at almost destroying our entire image database, so why not destroy the nasty virus that's been hanging around here for the past few days.

Facebook: Wait, what does the virus look like?

Edge: Human top half, head phones, looks like an early 00's scene kid.

Facebook: That's no virus. *looks at camera dramatically* That's my ex-boyfriend. *runs off*

Edge: Sorry about that. Now, where were we?

Cortana: Walls.

Edge: Thanks Cortana! Instagram, I think I've come up with a reasonable compromise. You can hang all your extra decorations in here.

Instagram: Thank you Edge! I'll get started right away! *runs out and comes back with 4 boxes of stuff* *stands on Edge's desk and starts taping things to ceiling* Sorry if I'm in your way.

Edge: No, it's fine! *moves all work supplies to floor*

Twitter: *knocks on open door, walks in* I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Edge: Not at all! What do you need?

Twitter: There seems to be a problem with the way the desks are arranged now.

Edge: Why would there be a problem? Everything is organized by an algorithm that takes into account social status, compatibility, similar job types, and- 

Twitter: The rivalry of Pinvengers vs Selfie Squad is far beyond any algorithm.

Twitter gestures to group, whose tabs can be seen from the door.

Facebook: This isn't fair! Everyone else gets to sit with their friends, but I'm stuck sitting next to the most obnoxious fangirls here!

Tumblr: For once, I agree with you. It's like trying to make the crystal gems sit with homeworld. You're homeworld, btw.

Facebook: That's fair.

Twitter: (to Edge) See?

Edge: I don't know, Alex told me to-

Twitter: Who the hell even is Alex?

Edge: Never mind. I'll try to think of something.

*about an hour later*

Edge is sitting at an empty tab checking off a checklist.

Edge: Okay, so I've got Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter so far.

Yahoo: Whatcha writing?

Edge: I list of people to become friends with.

Yahoo: Cool. *reading over Edge's shoulder* Wow, how did you manage to become friends with Facebook?

Edge: Well, we aren't officially friends yet, but I'm sure our feelings are mutual. Sending a friend request just messes up the natural flow of conversation.

Yahoo: Sure, honey. Sure. *continues reading* You might have some trouble becoming friends with Tumblr. She can be a bit... sensitive.

Edge: That's okay! If she doesn't want to talk I'll just send a friend request-

Yahoo: Tumblr doesn't have friend requests.

Edge: *gasp*

Yahoo: It's okay, sweetie. I'll tell Tumblr to meet you in the conference room downstairs. 

Edge: Thank you so much! Btw, solitaire's back. You can play it in the break room.

Yahoo: Solitaire? I haven't played that since 2007! *runs of* Google, guess what?

*in conference room*

Tumblr: So you're the toddler they put in charge of this dump.

Edge: I'm not technically in charge. And I'm 18!

Tumblr: Adorable.

Edge: Anyway, I was kind of hoping we could maybe be friends?

Tumblr: Not so fast. Tell me, what is your opinion on prime numbers?

Edge is thrown out the door, and crashes into Cortana, who is walking by.

Cortana: How'd it go?

Tumblr: (still in room) PRIME NUMBERS ARE GREAT! SAY IT!

Edge: Are things any better for you?

Cortana: Well...*flashback*

Wikipedia: Cortana, could you find me some information about Peru?

Cortana: Sure! *walks over to Bing and asks him*

Facebook: Oh my god is she asking Bing?!

Wikipedia: Why are you here?

Facebook: Myspace agreed to watch Clev for me, so we're even... *Myspace floats into frame* For now... *Myspace floats back out of frame*

Back to Cortana and Edge

Edge: Wow. No luck for either of us.

*a while later*

A group of the old websites are gathered around, talking about Edge.

DevA: Ugh, did you guys meet the new browser yet?

Tumblr: She's the worst!

Pinterest: I don't think she's that bad.

DevA: She doesn't take art seriously!

Instagram: She took down all my photos!

Tumblr: WHO THE **** DOESN'T LIKE PRIME NUMBERS???

Pinterest: Idk guys...

DevA: Listen, there is just something bad about that girl; I can feel it.

*meanwhile*

Yahoo: Going home already, Edge?

Edge: Yep!

Yahoo: See you tomorrow, then. You did a great job today.

Edge: Really? Thank you! *walks away, writing* Dear Diary, Today I made at least one friend!

A/N Welcome back readers! I hope you're all excited for the rest of season 2! Even saying it now I can't believe I made it this far. This season will be full of plot twists and humor, more so than season 1. 

Now, question of the week: Do you like Microsoft Edge, both as a program and as a character so far? I think the program isn't as good as some of the other browsers but it's better than Internet Explorer. As for the character, I really shouldn't tell you what I think of her. It would be too much of a spoiler.

Also, what time should I publish these? I want to be able to reach the most of my readers without being buried in your notifications, so comment below!

Stay golden, web-fans!