Undead

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Sherlock had already faked her death, leaving John to mourn by himself for about three years. John had seeked physiatrics and help from friends but nothing helped to remove the memories that contained Sherlock. He decided to work, keeping his mind occupied enough for his memories to stay subsided.

John wakes up early in the morning, jumping out of bed and into the shower. He washed himself up, dried off and then got dressed. He stood in the middle of his bedroom, buttoning up his shirt when suddenly the phone vibrates and rings loudly.

John halts buttoning up his shirt, reaching into his pocket to pull out his ringing cellphone. He doesn't check the I.D., quickly buttoning his shirt with one hand while the other help his phone against his ear.

"Not dead." He hears a female voice say through the phone. "Not dead, John." John instantly recognizes the voice and spazzez, making a strange moose-like noise.

"WILLOW SHERLOCK SCOTT HOLMES!"

(A/N: Hue idk 🐋)

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