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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