Google is talking to Vimeo about the project he mentioned last chapter.

Google: All our Antivirus employees are telling us our security settings are out of date, so until they're done updating, we need to set up new ways to prevent hacking. My idea was to increase the amount of security cameras we have in the office.

Vimeo: [sarcastically] And what a creative idea it was.

Google: What I need from you is to set up one of your cameras in the elevator.

Vimeo: Who's gonna try to hack the elevator?

Google: Nobody, really. But there has been some vandalism lately.

Vimeo: Why can't YouTube do it?

Google: He'd try to catch the vandal himself, befriend them, and set the office on fire.

Vimeo: That was oddly specific?

Google: It's happened before.

Vimeo: Oh. [a pause] I'll do it. Under one condition.

Google: What is it?

Vimeo: Can I read the vandalism before it's painted over?

Google: *sigh* Yes.

Vimeo runs to the elevator.

Google: Install the security camera while you're there, please!

*

Vimeo is standing on a latter setting up the elevator camera.

Vimeo: Why did I agree to this? It's not like this is going to capture anything. At least, nothing important.

*

The next day, 9:00 a.m.

YouTube walks into the elevator with Vimeo. The doors close.

YouTube: So? 

Vimeo: So what?

YouTube: So are we not going to talk about last week?

Vimeo: What about it?

YouTube: We both randomly pass out, we both have a crazy AU dream, and Quotev knows exactly what happened. Don't you think that's a bit odd?

Vimeo: Whatever. We probably just had too many strikes from stealing stuff.

YouTube: I didn't steal anything.

Vimeo: You stole my heart. Platonically, of course. 

YouTube: Aww, same! But seriously, do you think this is a sign?

Vimeo: I'm not sure if it's a sign, but I do think you should call him.

YouTube: But it would be so awkward! [doors open, YouTube and Vimeo start walking out] What do I say? "Hey bro, 2 days ago I fainted at work...

*

10:23 a.m.

Quotev walks into the elevator. The doors close. She looks around, then starts climbing up the wall to the ceiling. When the doors open, she's not there.

*

11:46 a.m.

Wattpad and Wikipedia enter the elevator, arguing.

Wikipedia: It's just the facts, dear. [doors close] I don't get why you'd be mad.

Wattpad: Don't call me dear. And I'm mad because this is something that's important to me, and as my boyfriend it should be important to you too!

Wikipedia: Why would I even care about politics?

Wattpad: Because these politics directly impact how many of us can live our lives.

Wikipedia: That's their problem.

Wattpad: I'm one of those people!

Wikipedia: Agree to disagree.

Wattpad: Stop saying that!

Wikipedia: Why? It's the only way to end an argument in which both parties are satisfied with the result.

Wattpad: Not if only one party wants that solution!

Wikipedia: Then we can agree to disagree on that too.

Wattpad: [grumbles] Well [elevator doors open] If you really think...

*

12:09 p.m.

DevA, Tumblr, and Instagram walk into the elevator. The doors start to close.

Edge: [running] Please wait!

Tumblr keeps pressing the "close doors" button. Edge slides in at the last second before the doors close, which frustrates everyone else.

Edge: Fun fact, the close doors button doesn't actually do anything on most elevators to close the doors. It would violate the "Americans with Disabilities act". I mean, it can be activated in extreme situations, but only by an elevator operator with a key.

Tumblr: I should steal that key.

*awkward silence*

Instagram: Oh my gosh is that a poem on the door right there?

Edge: That's graffiti. I should probably tell someone to clean it up.

Instagram: Are you serious? It's art! I need a selfie with this. Here, hold my albums.

Edge: I—

Instagram sets all her albums in Edge's arms and takes a selfie.

Edge: Can you take these back now?

DevA: Hold on a sec. Gram, you look angelic there. The lighting is perfect!

Instagram: Aww, thank you!

DevA: Mind if I draw you?

Instagram: Sure!

DevA: Okay. Edge, hold my paintbrushes.

Edge: Don't—

DevA: And my collage supplies.

Edge: Why do you have so many calendars from 1998?

DevA: Art.

DevA starts drawing.

Tumblr: Omg this would be the perfect meme! I have to post this. Edge, hold my—

Edge: I don't want to hold anything! I'm not a coat rack!

DevA: Well, you sure act like one.

Edge: Just because I— [elevator doors open]

Tumblr: Whatever. See ya, Claire.

Edge: Wait! You forgot your—[elevator doors close] stuff. *sigh*

Doors open on another floor. Edge walks out, still carrying everyone else's stuff.

*

1:22 p.m.

Pinterest walks into the elevator, hangs a bunch of Christmas decorations, then walks out.

*

2:45 p.m.

Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, and Instagram walk into the elevator. The doors close.

Facebook: Okay, everyone here?

Twitter: Yeap!

Instagram: What did you want to tell up?

Facebook: I'll get to that in a second. First, Twitter, what was that?

Twitter: I tried to say Yeah and Yep at the same time and got confused.

Facebook: Whatever, Tumblr will make a meme of it later. Anyway, I need you to listen to me. I—

Myspace floats in.

Myspace: What were you about to say, Beast?

Facebook: F—

Myspace: Don't swear, there are innocent websites here. None of them being you, but still.

Facebook: Heck off. Why do you  even need to use the elevator? I thought you could just float.

Myspace: I can, but I do miss the simple joys of living as a human. [puts hand on elevator railing]

Instagram: I wouldn't do that, these things are crawling with germs.

Facebook: "Simple joys".

*

3:08 p.m.

Tumblr gets on the elevator with Yahoo and Google.

Yahoo: ...So that's why we need to get these reports down to the mail room instead of sending them ourselves.

Google: Good thinking.

Yahoo: Thank you.

Tumblr: ...And now you kiss.

Google: What?

Yahoo: Tumblr, that's not very professional behavior.

Tumblr: But you're my OTP so do as I say!

Google: You can't just control people's lives because you ship them.

Tumblr: Can and will.

Yahoo: Fine. If it'll make you happy, we'll kiss, okay?

Google: Yahoo!

Yahoo: Let's just do it. Then she'll stop demanding stuff from us.

Google: Fine.

They kiss.

Yahoo: There. Happy?

Tumblr: ASDFGHJKLOTP!OTP!OTPYESSSSS!!!!

Yahoo: Good. Now, these reports are...

Tumblr: [whispering to Google] Propose to her NOW!

Google: It's not the right time!

Tumblr: I thought you always loved her.

Google: The moment's not right.

Tumblr: Buddy, ruining moments is all I do.

Google: I'm not proposing for another 3 weeks, let it go.

Yahoo: What was that?

Tumblr and Google: Nothing!

*

4:21 p.m.

Quotev drops from the ceiling, rolls he eyes and takes down all the Christmas decorations, then climbs back up.

*

5:44 p.m.

Edge runs into the elevator. She quickly pushes the "close doors" button before remembering it never works. The doors close a few seconds later. Edge sighs and sits back against the back wall of the elevator, tears streaming down her face. She continues crying, choking out sobs every couple of seconds. The elevator doors open and Edge quickly gets up and tries to look normal when Facebook walks in, then gets out on then next floor. Edge walks out too.

*

6:07 p.m.

YouTube is talking to Vimeo as he walks into the elevator.

YouTube: Alright, I'll call him! But it can't take too long, I have a meeting with the music streaming websites in a few minutes.

The doors close, YouTube is alone in the elevator (except Quotev). YouTube calls Vine.

YouTube: Hey Vine! [a pause] No, nothing's wrong. [a pause] Why am I calling you? Idk, maybe I just miss the sound of my best friend's voice? [a pause] *laughs* I know. So, how are things for you? [a pause] That's good. No, I mean, you should have new friends, I just, um... [a pause] *laughs* Shut up. So, are you seeing anyone? [a pause] *laughs more* Shut up dude that's not what I meant! [a pause] Well, since you're not in a relationship I was wondering—

During this whole exchange Quotev has been dropping the decorations on YouTube's head. YouTube finally looks up and Quotev drops from the ceiling, landing on him.

YouTube: QUOTEV!!!

Vine: [on the phone] Quotev? She's not really my type.

Quotev: [picks up YouTube's phone] Actually I'm an aro lesbian so I wouldn't date you either. What YouTube meant to say is he's in love with you. Bye! *hangs up phone*

YouTube: Why did you do that?!

Quotev: The universe moves in mysterious ways.

Elevator doors open. YouTube and Quotev walk out.

*

6:49 p.m.

Fanfic is standing in the elevator. The doors start to close, but Fanfic holds them open for Wattpad to run in.

Wattpad: Thanks, Fanfic.

Fanfic: No problem. I thought you always took the stairs anyway?

Wattpad: I did, but Wikipedia's waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, and I want some time to myself before our date tonight. Besides, we have this place to ourselves, so we can act like bratty highschoolers here. Sharing secrets, talking about our crushes...

Fanfic: We do have a lot of time before we get to the bottom floor, since these elevators are so slow.

Wattpad: Okay! So, do you like anyone?

Fanfic: [lying] Nope.

Wattpad: I like someone, obviously.

Fanfic: Yeah, obviously. So, how are things with Wikipedia?

Wattpad: Things are... Things are...

Wattpad stops talking. The elevator is quiet. Wattpad starts crying.

Fanfic: Wattpad?

Wattpad turns away from Fanfic.

Fanfic: Wattney, I—

Wattpad suddenly turns around and kisses Fanfic. Fanfic, while shocked at first, acts like this is a dream come true. They kiss for a few seconds, then separate suddenly as the doors open and Wattpad pulls herself away.

Wattpad: Oh god oh god oh god... What am I doing? No. There are so many problemswith this. First there's Wikipedia, what if he thinks I don't like him? What if hethinks I like you? He was uncomfortable with us when we were just talking, but now this? He'd kill you! No. And also, why do I keep hurting you!? You don't even like me anymore, I'm such a stupid jerk!

Fanfic: You're not! I've—

Wikipedia walks up to the elevator, smug look on his face.

Wikipedia: Hello Watttpadddd. That sure sounded professional, didn't it? No matter, are you ready for our date?

Wattpad: Yes, I'll be out there in a second, just wait in the car. 

Wikipedia: Actually I would much rather walk you to your car myself like a gentleman.

Wattpad: I am fine on my own.

Wikipedia: No you aren't. Come with me.

Wattpad: Just a second. [whispering to Fanfic] Please don't mention this to him ever.

Fanfic: No problem.

Wattpad and Wikipedia walk away, the elevator doors close on a smiling Fanfic.

Fanfic: Oh Wattney Patterson.

A/N So much can happen in unobserved space

You enter in tears or with a smile on your face

So much is changed, as the plot unfolds

What started as grey has now turned to gold

Sorry guys I was just feeling a little poetic lol.

So, how did you all enjoy this episode? Every character arc was addressed in some way, as well as every ship so far!

Also, if you want to be hit with the feels train for Watfic, go listen to "Move On" by Coleman Hell. (Same guy who did the song "Sitcom" in episode 10). I think I already added it to the playlist but I'm going to be rearranging it to this episode.

Stay golden, web fans!