If you like this story, you can thank spyralle! They're the one who begged me to write it XD

Info and stuff about the characters are in my random book. The page is titled "Humanized Programs" I believe.

"Chrome! Get your worthless little ass over here!" YouTube's voice howled through the headset.

Chrome gritted his teeth in frustration. He got up from his desk and stepped out of the dark office, blinking a couple times in the bright hallway light.

Chrome made his way down the corridor to YouTube's office. As he walked, he couldn't shake off a strange feeling, like someone was watching him. Chrome shuddered.

He finally made it to YouTube's office, where he found Mr. Snob himself leaning against the desk. His face was twisted in annoyance.

"Yeah boss?" Chrome sighed, walking up.

"Your stupid brower crashed again."

If it weren't for my 'stupid browser' then you wouldn't exist at all.

Chrome bit back the smart reply and looked up at the large screen.

"You're not using Chrome. You clicked on Internet Explorer," he said, typing in the reset code. He heard YouTube growl in frustration, though he said nothing. He would never admit something he did wrong.

"Hey hey hey, boss! What's up?"

Both men turned to see Twitter swaggering in, his usual stupid grin on his face. Tweet, his little blue jay, was pirched on his shoulder.

"Twitter. Why aren't you at your office?" YouTube snapped. Chrome held back a smile as Twitter shrugged.

"Dunno," Twitter smirked. "Guess I got bored."

A voice came over the intercom. "YouTube, there's someone here to see you. Erm... I suggest you hurry. They apparantly don't like to wait..."

YouTube's eyes lit up. He must know who it is. "Thank you, Pintrest~!" He sang, giving Twitter and Chrome a stern look. Twitter smirked, while Chrome avoided his blazing eyes.

YouTube left his office, leaving the two men.

"Hey, Chrome...?" Twitter muttered.

Chrome look up, confused. "Yeah?"

Twitter bit his lip. "I-" he started, but was cut off by someone on his headset. Chrome strained to hear the voice, but it was too quiet.

Twitter replied something back in another language that Chrome recognized as Italian, though he couldn't make out the words.

"Well... Firefox needs me," Twitter said quietly. Chrome nodded silently.

There was another awkward silence before Twitter left. Chrome sighed and went to his office.

What he walked into shocked him. Everything had been rearranged. His pencils were now in Mason jars instead of tin cans, and there was a lamp on his desk. All of his work was cleaned up, stacked neatly on a shelf

And he knew exactly what was behind this.

"Pintrest!"

The receptionist came into his office, beaming. However, when she saw the look on Chrome's face, her smile fell.

"Chrome I-"

"What did you do?"

Pintrest flinched and Chrome imidiatly regretted yelling at her. "I just thought you seemed a little overcrowded so I-"

"Pintrest, all of my stuff was filed. It was exactly where it needed to be. And now..." Chrome sighed. He didn't like getting mad at her. It was near impossible to.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"It's okay. I'm sure I can get it all back how it was."

Pintrest nodded and left. Chrome groaned and sat in his chair. This would take forever.

He turned around and went to work. However, it was hard to concentrate. The strange feeling like someone was watching him was back, and he couldn't figure out what it was.

Suddenly, slender fingers grabbed him from behind, choking him. Chrome clawed at his neck, scratching at the hands.

"Get off of me!" He cried. To his surprise, the hands fell off his neck. He gasped for air and turned, shoving the person to the ground before they could do anything else.

"Dude! Chill! What the hell?"

"Twitter?"

Chrome stood in stunned as he saw who it was on the ground. He felt heat rise to his cheeks in embarrassment when he saw the claw marks on his friend's hands.

"Sorry," he mumbled, helping Twitter up.

"I guess it's okay. Anyway, what happened? I only touched your neck, and you acted like I was choking you!"

Chrome was still attempting to catch his breath. What had happened?

"I know. I'm sorry. I just... I've had a weird feeling all day. I'm probably going crazy..."

Twitter smiled softly. He leaned against the doorway. "I don't think your crazy." Chrome blushed heavily.

Silence fell over the two once more as they stood there. Finally, Chrome was saved as his older sister Tumblr walked in.

He had to admit, Tumblr was beautiful. With her long, silken blue hair, fair skin, and sapphire eyes, it was easy to fall for her. And a few men in the industry obviously did.

"Hello, Chrome," she said sweetly. Chrome smiled the smallest bit, something only a handful of people could make happen.

Twitter was obviously starstruck. Though not enough for him not to act dumb.

"Hey there, Tumblr." He smirked, leaning up against doorframe. Tumblr giggled. Chrome had to say, she was a good actor.

"Hello, Twitter. Safari said he needed you," she purred, her voice smooth.

Twitter nodded a goodbye to Chrome and left.

Tumblr turned to him, blue eyes teasing. "So what were you guys up to?" She smirked.

"Shut up," Chrome grumbled, and turned back to his desk. He sat down.

Tumblr laughed and walked up, wrapping her arms around him. He melted into her embrace, sighing.

"It's obvious, you know," Chrome's sister murmered.

"What is?" He asked in a warning voice, though he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Oh come on! You can't play dumb with me," Tumblr teased. Chrome closed his eyes and smiled.

"Does anybody else know?" He bit his tongue, waiting for a response.

Tumblr thought for a moment. "No... But in all honesty, I'm sure a couple people suspect it."

Chrome groaned.

Tumblr gave him a small kiss on the cheek. She hugged him tightly. "Don't worry," she said, and left.

Weelllllll? What do you think? I wrote this all while sitting at the beach XD

As a reminder, if you want to know any info about the characters, like trivia and other stuff, check out the page on in Vintage's Random Book of Random.

See you guys later!

~Vintage ♡