Hello guys! Its Leafdapple from Tinier Me. This was just some random plot bunnies. This story will not be updated regularly. This is Crack. Pure Crack. If you want something with decent plot, go somewhere else. Really. The SS, stands for Short, Shorts if anyone was wondering =3=

I don't own Tinier Me. (I wish)

Selfy and Piyokko walking down the paved path to the Chat Rooms, was a pretty common sight. The passing banter between them ranged from the Selfy Town Stock Market (Yes they have that), to caring about their cute little chibi pets, who were dutifully following them. Other Selfys stopped talking long enough to say hi, or give a small wave to the passing pair.

Reaching the chat rooms, both of them started giving small glances at the room names, hoping for none of those dreaded... well you should know by now. From trading, to boredom, and everything in between, things were going well.

"Nothing yet Selfy." Piyokko said cheerfully.

"Hopefully, they will be none" Selfy replied in a monotone voice.

"Why do you sound so glum right now Selfy?"

"I just remembered that I have to give out an interview for this newspaper. And if you must know, I hate giving out them."

"Why not just dump it onto TinierMe Support (TMS) then? Tickets have been coming in slower anyway. 3 times I found him asleep on his desk with no tickets."

"He'll get mad at me."

"I'll take the blame", Piyokko said rather mischievously.

"Okay what are you planing?" said Selfy glancing at another nameplate as they walked past.

"Nothing"

"Really?"

"Yes", she replied in an overly sweet voice.

"I'll just hope its nothing too bad."

"It won't be!"

Selfy ignored the last comment and went on ahead with her job. Duty. Or something. Heck she gets paid so whatever. Glancing at yet another name. She stopped. It clearly read $ex BL Only.

Piyokko popped up next to Selfy and sighed.

"Can't they think of better names than that? I mean why not use the word brothel or something? It sounds-"

"Uh... Piyokko?"

"-way better too. I mean use some creativity here-

"Piyokko!", Selfy said, giving her best friend a shake.

" What..?"

"Stop giving Selfys even more ideas!"

"No one can hear us! I think."

Both of them stared around the hallway seeming as if something was listening to them. The walls said nothing in reply. Selfy then took out a small pink hammer she l lovingly nicknamed, THE BAN- HAMMER.

"So how do you want go get in?" Piyooko asked. " The doorknob is jammed."

"Pretty simple."

And with that phrase, Selfy swung THE BAN-HAMMER with surprising force into the door. It splintered almost immediately, deep cracks forming, and with a crack it toppled over. What greeted them was not something you might expect.

Scratch that. It was something you might expect coming into one of these rooms. There were how should I say... Selfys... In a rather compromising position. Both were staring at Selfy and Piyooko wide-eyed as they stepped through what was once a solid door.

"If you wouldn't mind, please get dressed" said Selfy closing her eyes slightly. Piyooko did the same. At least that was what Selfy thought.

Both red faced, the two selfys that were caught red-handed got dressed, and were standing in front of them. Taking a small. but thick book, Piyooko stepped up to them and began in a professional voice much unlike her usual squeaky one.

"4.3 Online Conduct. Part (3) You agree not to transmit or facilitate the distribution of Content that is harmful, abusive, racially or ethnically offensive, vulgar, sexually explicit, defamatory, infringing, invasive of personal privacy or publicity - uuff!"

She was pushed aside suddenly by Selfy, waving her hammer around like a madman- er woman. Two cries of pain later, along with an annoyed Piyooko lay two selfys laying on the floor with X's on their faces. (X.X)

"You know you didn't have to hit them right? All you had to do was tap them with that and all would be well."

"You were boring me. Plus I wanted to hit something. Would you rather be the one I hit?"

"Fair enough."

~~~~~A few hours later~~~~~~

TinierMe Support (TMS) was fast asleep on his glass desk. His breaths misting the surface, while a few scrapes of paper on his desk fell to the floor as he tried to move into a better position. A small knock on the door sounded. Then another. Then another until the banging was louder than the time he accidently walked into Selfy's room while she was undressing. But that was an another story.

Groggily, he waked up and walked to the door, opening it.

"Whats..you need?"

"TMS, TMS!"

He was greeting by a flury of paparazzi taking photos of him and shouting questions in his ears.

"TMS is it true that your dating Selfy?"

"I heard the reports, but-"

"Move out of the way! I need some photos-"

"Sweetest story-"

"Guys", said one young journalist. "He fainted."

With some grumbling, they left trying to find some more info on this sweet story. TMS lay on the floor in a dead faint.

Foop.

Should I write more shorts? I find it fun to write about TM staff xD

I like reveiws =3=