(Wow 600 views.. I'm really blown away, like really!)

Instagram's POV

Me and Twitter arrived at my house. When we got out, I saw another black and orange car park next to us. "Wait.. is that your neighbour?" Twitter asked me. It really wasn't, and the colour scheme reminded me of something.. or someone.. but I couldn't get my head around it.

The person in the car decided to stay in there, for some reason. "No.. probably someone who is waiting for another person.. or something," I guessed, whilst I unlocked the my front door and opened it to go inside.

Twitter stepped in, and took her shoes off. I did the same. She had been in my house before; she knew about my privacy. I really wasn't a fan of her going in my bedroom. My doodle pads has some designs for clothing in them that I knew she would judge me about, and me being judged is that last thing I would ever want to happen.

I guess I'm sort of the person who judges other people's design in clothing, but yet again I don't want to offend them. Just some tips and tricks.

"Ok, you know the usual: I don't want you in my room, ok?" I explained. I say that same phrase every time. "Ok," Twitter replied, as she collapsed on the sofa. "These cushions are more comfy than last time.." she complimented, as she grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on.

It was the news, about the fire that happened last night, and we watched it for a while.

"God.. I do feel really bad for those people who lost their homes.." Twitter randomly added in. I hummed. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and quite an impatient one too. Twitter sat up, and a smile spread across her face "Is it YouTube?!" She asked.

It could be! Why would he be so impatient though?

I went up to it and opened the door. Then I gasped. It wasn't YouTube.. nor any of my friends..

It was PornHub.

PornHub's POV

"PORNHUB!!" Instagram madly exclaimed, as she stepped back. I could see behind her Twitter was there; she stood up completely from the sofa, and stepped forward "PornHub.." she parroted. Jeez, it's not like I've done anything illegal, or murdered anyone.. actually, take away that illegal part.

"Where's YT?" I impatiently asked, hands on my hips. "Is he upstairs?"
Instagram looked to her staircase, then she looked back at me. "No. I don't know where he is," she told me. That was probably a lie, as I saw him get into her car. I stepped in, pushing the fashionista to the side harshly, and went up the stairs. "HEY!!" Her and Twitter yelled, as they quickly followed me upstairs.

Twitter was trying to pull me down, making it more obvious YouTube was upstairs. Or.. they were tricking me..

I stopped in my tracks, as I pushed Twitter down. Instagram unluckily caught her, but they were at the bottom of the stairs, so I went up.

I looked in every room; as I suspected, YT wasn't in any of them. "Liars.." I muttered, as I went back down. Actually they didn't lie about that, but I just felt like saying it.

"Get. Out. Now!" Instagram ordered. I nudged her a bit, then left. "He's probably at his house.." I mumbled, as I got into my car (the black and orange one).

Twitter and Insta both rushes out and immediately parroted me. I wish they would just leave me alone..

3rd person POV

PHub drove off, as Instagram got her car started. "Quickly!" Twitter demanded, as she fastened herself in. Insta eventually got the car running, and they zoomed after PornHub.

"Don't go too quick.." Twitter advised. PH rushed off at a great speed, but it seemed to be somehow below the road speed. "We can go that quick!" Instagram added, as she went up to the same speed as the other car, and rushed along the road.

Both cars were barley on all four wheels, as they approached the motorway, and got their speeds even higher to the top lane.

"Erm— Insta, this is really dangerous.. should we go a bit slower?" Twitter gulped.
"No: we don't want YT to get fucked again, do we?"
"Well, no.. but-"

"I think we should just give him up. We've done all we can and.. it's not like PornHub's gonna kill him, right?" Twitter explained. Instagram actually listened to her, and went back down to the first lane, eventually coming to a stop some time after in an 'SOS' phone area.

"Your right. We have done all we can. Let's just head back and hope PHub doesn't do too much damage.." Instagram agreed, as the two went back to Insta's house.

Meanwhile, PornHub had reached his destination. "He's gotta be here.." he hoped, as he got out his car and locked it (this time).

Google's POV

YouTube was still crying. Why? What happened? I wanted to know. "YT.. please, please tell me what happened. I just want to make sure your safe, ok? You know I'm here if you ever need me.." I explained, as he sniffed a bit and looked at me.

He didn't look horrible, but you could tell he was crying. "PornHub.." He replied, as he hugged me again.

PornHub. PornHub. PornHub!

That stupid app!

There was a knock on the door.. not the one downstairs, YT's door. It must have been YT kids. "Come in," I ordered (?), as someone black stepped in. That wasn't YT kids.. it was..

PornHub himself.