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{Y/N has started the chatroom}
{Mycroft has entered}
{Lestrade has entered}
Y/N: Hey M&M!
Lestrade: Hahaha.
Mycroft: I was given the name Mycroft. May we please use it?
Y/N: Lemme think 'bout that...... Nope! :P
{Moriarty has entered}
Lestrade: Are you drunk?
Moriarty: Who's drunk?
Mycroft: Y/N.
Y/N: POOF!
Lestrade: What?
Moriarty: Well now I understand. NOT.
Mycroft: What did you even start this chatroom in the first place Y/N?
Y/N: 'Cause I'm cartwheeling into death!
Moriarty: Maybe I'll try that on my next victim....
Lestrade: Don't even think about it.
Mycroft: Well, if you are just going to keep talking of utter nonsense, I'll take my leave.
Y/N: My oh My, do you want to say goodbye?
Lestrade: Are you singing Aqua?
Moriarty: Well now I understand even more. NOT.
Mycroft: Why won't it let me leave this infernal chatroom?
Y/N: Mwhahaha! Let's play a game... let's play murder.
Lestrade: Are you quoting Sherlock? Who does that?
Moriarty: I DO! :)
Lestrade: That's because you're obsessed with him in a weird, stalker way...
Mycroft: Hello? Still trying to get out of here and back to work..
Y/N: Nooooo my precious, must not leave me now.
Moriarty: Wellllllll, got to go. You know, places to go, people to kill.
Lestrade: Come on man! You just poised 5 people in the shops!
Moriarty: But they were ordinary people.
Mycroft: Y/N. Let me go.
Y/N: IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GOOOO!
Mycroft: Or not.
Lestrade: Maybe I should go check on her.
Moriarty: Or I can since I'm already here.
Lestrade: WHY ARE YOU AT MY SISTER'S FLAT?
Y/N: Gregster! Take a chill pill man. He's good, I can feel it in my nuggets.
Mycroft: =.= why me.
Moriarty: And now I'm leaving!!
Lestrade: Why did you see?
Moriarty: Horrors. I-I can't even-
Mycroft: Just spit it out!
Moriarty: She was burning the Twilight books! D:
Y/N: BUUUUURRRRN THE EVIL WITHEN!
Lestrade: And how is that bad?
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