IC's a troll (Gijinka girls Part 2)

I really need to starting writing more often. Also, PLEASE comment on my stories. Sure, stories display how many people have viewed your stories, but I want ALL TEH COMMENTS. Plus, I'm bored. Commenting on your comments give me life.

(y/n) = your first name
(l/n) = your last name
(e/c) = your eye color
(h/c) = your hair color
In parenthesis (Author notes)

(Set about an hour after the first story).

   You couldn't believe what was going on. Maybe it was the metric fuck-ton of caffeine in your system. Maybe it was the fact you hadn't slept very well in the past few days. Maybe even your new computer released hallucinogenic gas that caused you to go crazy. I mean, computers don't normally have kawaii anime girls on them, do they? (Unless you're a weeb, of course.......... I........ Umm, I-I mean, who would do that, r-right? D-definitely n-not me..... *Proceeds to re-evaluate my life*). Anywho, you were pretty freaked by that girl on your screen. Who WAS that sandy-haired girl, and who the heck is IC? You were calling shenanigans on that. Determined to get an answer, you crawled out from under the blankets of your bed, deciding to question that girl rather than your own life. And so, knowing this fills you with determination!! (Yeah I made an Undertale reference. Fukcing fite me, m8) So, you walk back to your computer, and as soon as you sit down in front of it, that same sandy-haired girl pops u- “HIIIII!! Do you want to play with my dinosaur?” She squeals, breaking the fourth wall, (and my train of thought, at that).

(Timeskip brought to you by writer's block. Why is it a thing again? Well, it's because..... Umm.....)

    “So, let me get this straight.” You say, in slight disbelief. “You.... are the humanized version of the Chrome program on my computer...” “Yep!” Chrome says, excitedly. “And apparently, all the programs on my computer are like you, well, in the fact that they are humanized....” “Yep! Well, programs, software, some games, Oh! And your internet connection, of course.” “And that internet connection, or as you called her, IC, is asleep, so I can't currently use my internet?” “Yep! Right again!” “And you have no idea at all how you came to life, you just gained sentience, and now can talk?” “Technically, yes. I mean, we could always socialize with each other, the other programs and whatnot, and we DID appear in a humanish form to each other, but you're the first user who actually sees us as this! Isn't that WONDERFUL?!” Chrome yells, her eyes sparkling. “Umm, yeah, sure.” You say, convinced that your life will be anything but uneventful, as long as you keep this computer, anyway. As you ponder the future, it suddenly stops raining. Like, really suddenly. Almost as if for plot convenience for some shitty fanfic or something. (Hey! I'm the one writing the story here! Only I get to insult myself! Oh, wait a minute......... God damnit). “Hey! IC's awake!” Chrome says, drawing your eyes back to the screen. As you looked at the screen, a beautiful, green-haired woman wearing a gray sweater lying on a bench appears on screen, seemingly have just woke up. “Hello, user. How's it going?” She purrs, “My name's Internet Connection, but you can call me IC for short.” “Umm, h-hi.” You say, unsure as to what you should say. The last thing you want to do is piss off the one person(?) who decides when you get to use your computer. “Umm, h-how are you t-today, IC?” She chuckles. “Hm, oh I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking.” She whispers, as if trying to seduce you. You swear, if this woman was real, she would be manhandling you right now. “Oh, wait, sorry User, I have to go.” She states. “W-wait, but why? We just met.” You then hear a clap of thunder, which answers your question. 'Oh, boy' You thought to yourself, sarcastically 'This is going to be fun'.

                            Next time, on Dragon Ball Z.
                        KAME, HAME, (two episodes later) HA!!!!