Ultimate Crossover

A/N: This is going to sound weird, but I was writing a fanfic. Yup. Enjoy.

Crossovers involved: Phan, PewDieCry, JackBuscus, stuff, Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock.

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Felix POV

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Crisp air flows through the open window, sending chills throughout my body. I didn't expect Florida to be this cool, especially since it's the end of April. I glance over my shoulder to see Cry, perched on the couch in a thinking position.

"You alright, Cry?", My voice was full of concern and he can tell. He just stares blankly at the ground in front of him, showing no signs of moving.

"I saw an Impala today...", He brings his head up slightly so his words won't be mumbled.

"Haha, Was Dean and Sam in it?", I smile, but Cry doesn't seem to change his stern, emotionless face.

"Yes..."

My face turns the same unfeeling expression. He MUST be joking.

"You think I'm joking, right? Well, I'm not. They almost fucking ran me over, but a man in a trench coat jumped in front of me. It wasn't Cas' trench coat though. It was black. And a blue scarf hung over the man's shoulders, lazily. I just stood there. In shock. Until, another guy came up from behind me and shouted at me to get into a blue telephone box.", Cry moves from his perch into an awkward fetal position. He sounds crazy and he can tell by the look on my face that I think it's some random shit that he made up. I want to believe him, but would you believe that all of that happened to someone?

*KNOCK KNOCK*

The sudden knock at the door almost gives me a heart attack and I jump up to get it. Before I even open the door all the way, a tall man in a black trench coat and a short man in a sweater, barge into our house, almost sending me falling into a side table by the door.

"Are you Felix Kjellberg?", The tall one speaks first while staring me down, intensely.

"Yes..", My voice comes out as, what sounds like a whimper.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes and this is John Watson. We need you and Ryan to help us find two fake FBI agents and a man who calls himself the Doctor. You will need help from anyone that is willing. We will provide transportation and necessities. Do you accept?", he sticks out his hand to show and agreement.

Cry jumps in front of me and takes his hand, "Gladly."