Sherlock has logged on.
Sherlock has started a chatroom.
John has logged on.
Sherlock: John I'm bored.
Sherlock: Are you still at your meeting?
Sherlock: You're a doctor, why do you have a meeting?
Sherlock: Borrred.
Sherlock: Have you brought your gun?
Sherlock: I know I said I don't like your boss, but really.
Sherlock: Lestrade is annoying me.
Sherlock: I've found a mouse.
John: A mouse?
Sherlock: Yes, John. A small rodent.
Sherlock: Come home or I'll put it in the microwave.
Sherlock: Jaaaaawwwn
John: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO PUT THAT MOUSE IN THE MICROWAVE
Sherlock: Come back and the mouse lives.
John: I can't believe I'm being bribed with a mouse.
Sherlock: Is your old girlfriend there?
John: Sherlock, that was a long time ago, but yes. Why?
Sherlock: She has a husband, and she killed one of her cats when she was thirteen.
John: What?
Sherlock: Yes John, a husband. Do catch up.
John: How do you know?
Sherlock: She has a band-shaped indent on her ring finger - too fresh for her to have removed a ring a long time ago. I noticed when she came by yesterday to, using her words, "visit an old friend". Child's play, really.
John: Right. I'm making up excuses to leave.
Sherlock: Do hurry. The mouse is struggling.
John: I'm in a taxi right now.
Sherlock: I've put it in the blender for the time being.
(y/n) has logged on.
John: WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT TURN THE BLENDER ON!
(y/n): Oh no, what did Sherlock do this time?
John: I was at a meeting, and Sherlock was bored and wanted me to come back, so he decided to put a mouse in the blender.
(y/n): Jesus, Sherlock!
Sherlock: If you don't get here soon, I'll turn the blender on.
John: DON'T YOU DARE
Sherlock: And I'll leave the top off.
John: DRIVE FASTER! I DON'T CARE IF THERE IS A SPEED LIMIT! DRIVE!
(y/n): The taxi driver better listen. He won't want to face the wrath of John!
Sherlock: I'm about to press the button.
John: NO! DON'T!
John: OKAY! I'M HERE!
John: Oh my god
(y/n): John? What's going on? He didn't press the button did he?
John: Where's the mouse?
Sherlock: There is none.
John: That was all a lie, wasn't it?
Sherlock: Yes.
(y/n): LOL
John: *facepalm*
Sherlock: An elementary one, too. Surprised you didn't see through it.
John: Okay, I'm here. What do you want?
Sherlock: Can I borrow your phone?
John: GODDAMMIT SHERLOCK
~Extended Ending~
John: Wait, weren't you using your phone to text me?
Sherlock: Yes.
John: Then why do you need mine?
Sherlock: I ran out of minutes about 10 minutes ago. I think we need to pay around 250 more for the texts I sent you.
John: Dammit, Sherlock!
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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...
