The Fandom Games

Chapter 1

*This crossover includes MANY fandoms, but its mainly SuperWhoLock. I'm sorry if your favorite characters die, but I only wanted to keep it to the main 3, no hate to the others. Also, I know that a huge part of this story could never exist in real life, but this is a work of fiction, so it’s okay*

I looked down at my backpack, which was sitting in between my best friend Kayla’s desk and me. There was a folded piece of paper tucked under the handle- our way of passing notes. I looked to the front of the room again towards our teacher, Ms. Carpenter. Lucky for us, she always kept teaching to the very last second, this time it was something about World War II. With one eye on the board I reached behind me to my backpack and grabbed the folded note. I opened it up and read Kayla’s cat-scratch handwriting. “Can I copy ur homework tomorrow?”

I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Ur asking the wrong person. I wouldn't have anything 4 u 2 copy” I wrote back, in my not-so-cat-scratch/not-so-neat-either writing. I put it back under the handle and went back to doodling in my notebook. This time it was chibi Johnlock. I know, I know, but hey, that’s what a hiatus does to someone. I had probably filled that notebook with more mediocre fan art than actual notes. Oh well, it was almost summer anyway. I was just getting to details like Sherlock’s scarf when I felt a kick under my desk. “Ouch!” I whispered. I reached behind me and grabbed the note back.

“Lol oh yeah I forgot. Wanna hang out later?” I read it over in my head. Yes I wanted to hang out, but I had so much to do! I had to check my pages, work on my fanfic, AND catch up on everything they just added to Netflix! Then the bell rang, thank Gallifrey. I shoved the note into my pocket as everyone started packing up to go home. Ms. Carpenter tried to talk over the noise, but no one was listening.

“And don't forget to finish whatever book questions you were too lazy to finish yesterday in class. That means you, Ms. Gaudet.”

“Yes Ms. Carpenter” answered Kayla, rolling her eyes. We picked up our bags and walked out of the room and down the hall. “Hold on a sec, I gotta go to my locker.” She said, slowing down near her locker. I stopped and walked a few steps closer to her and leaned against the wall. She bent over and picked up some papers that had fallen out. “So?” she said, returning to her upright position and shutting her locker

“So, what?” I replied, only half-listening.

“Do you want to come over later?” she said as we started walking down the stairs.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I can’t. They just added season four of Pretty Little Liars to Netflix, and I have to catch up.”

“Oh come on! All you do all day is sit on Tumblr and write your stories and watch your shows! Seriously, have some human interaction for once!” We got off the stairs with the large crowd of students and headed out the front doors of our high school.

“Only normal people need human interaction, my dear Kayla,” I said with a smile, as we turned a corner and headed down the road.

“Yes, but only you, my dearest Sarah, need to spend at least eight hours a day fangirling over some Benjamin Cucumberbutt” she said, smiling back.

“I’m not the only one who fangirls over him, unless of course you are implying that I myself am the human form of all of tumblr. And his name is Benedict Cumberbatch.”

“No, no, no. I specifically remember you saying something about a butt.”

I sighed, she never did understand my references. “Cumberbooty. I was referring to the Cumberbooty.”

“See, exactly! I mean, who fangirls over a British guy’s butt?”

“How many times do I have to mention Tumblr in this conversation?” A black car pulled up next to us. Kayla’s mom rolled down the window.