A/N: So, before this starts, I want to let you know that you are all working on a really difficult case early in the morning at Scotland Yard.
So let the game begin!
(y/n) has logged on.
(y/n) has started a chatroom.
Lestrade has logged on.
Sherlock has logged on.
Moriarty has logged on.
John has logged on.
Mary has logged on.
Mycroft has logged on.
John: Ugh I hate my life. Why are we still here? We've been up all night!
Lestrade: Sherlock, can't we just take a break? We've been up for more than two days!
Sherlock: THERE HAS TO BE A CONNECTION SOMEWHERE
John: Remind me why I'm friends with you?
(y/n): Guys, I brought coffee.
*loading, too many messages sent at once*
Lestrade: YOU'RE AMAZING (Y/N)
John: YOU'RE A LIFE SAVER
Sherlock: THANK GOD
Mycroft: THANK YOU (Y/N)
(y/n): No problem.
Moriarty has sent a private message to (y/n).
*Did you drug the coffee like we talked about?*
(y/n) has sent a private message to Moriarty.
*Yep! They're all gonna get drunk as hell.*
Moriarty: > : )
Lestrade: What are you two up to?
(y/n): Nothing.
Sherlock: This coffee tastes different.
(y/n): Should I tell them?
Moriarty: Yeah, I bet Sherlock has already figured it out.
Lestrade: Figured out what?
(y/n): We decided to do a little experiment...
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Sherlock (x Reader) Chatroom
HumorLife at 221B Baker Street is never boring. Well, I suppose at one point it was, because you decided to make a chatroom for all of your friends to go on. Try to stay patient with Sherlock doing experiments and Mycroft always hacking into your compute...
