A/N: Hello! This is just a funny multifandom clash of totally different fandoms that don't go together (apart from Superwholock) So anyway, review, fav, follow. Whatever. Also, I tried to find the Anti-est font I could for Anti's speech. I'm not sure it'll even show up. ): Enjoy!
Session One:
"Loki, Lucifer, Mr Master, Jefferson and, of course, me. Welcome to the Villains club!" Moriarty greeted the four other men in the room.
"I'm not a villain, I'm just misunderstood!" Loki complained. The Master and Lucifer nodded in agreement, murmuring Yeahs and Uh Huhs.
"Okay… Evil Club." All the men seemed fine with this so Moriarty sat down at their circular table. Circular because if it was rectangular they would argue who was at the ends.
"Er, Jim?" The Master looked at his friend, "why did you only add Mr to my name?"
"Because I am not calling you Master. NO ONE IS MY MASTER. I AM MY MASTER." To be honest, none of the men really reacted to the sudden screaming. They were all the same.
Session Two:
"I've brought in a friend," Sherlock's nemesis announced, "his name is Antisepticeye and you must treat him with respect."
Jefferson sniggered, "Antiseptic? What a scary name!"
"I will end you." Antisepticeye laughed manically.
"This is an evil club, we all do that. Don't think you're special. My brother thought he was special. I hate my brother," Loki groomed his nails distractedly.
"Yeah, we know," Lucifer had his feet on the table, bored out of his mind, "I was promised murder. Where the hell is my murder?"
"Well what do you want to do? Also, GET YOUR FEET OFF MY FUCKING TABLE!" Moriarty shrieked.
"DON'T FUCKING SWEAR AT ME! I'M SATAN!"
"Guys! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" the Master screeched.
"I know! Let's say hi to someone's nemesis!" Loki suggested.
"How do we decide whose?" the Master asked.
"Let's pick out of a hat," Moriarty suggested.
Jefferson read out names while Jim wrote each on a slip of paper. The other four men chatted.
"Let's see. The Doctor, Crowley, Thor, Alexander Hamilton, Sherlock and Jacksepticeye. Okay? Got that?"
"Yep. Hey, Anti! Since you're new would you like to pick?" Jim called. Anti walked over and stuck his hand into the random top hat. He pulled out a slip of paper.
"If it's not Sean I will flip. For fuck's sake! Sherlock!" Anti screamed. Moriarty let out a Yesss.
"Don't worry, gentlemen, we'll pick every two weeks. How about it?" Moriarty grinned. Everyone agreed and began to get ready.
"Everyone ready?" the Master asked, standing at the door. Everyone arrived and Jim pressed a button on his phone. A few minutes after, a limousine appeared at the door. Everyone climbed in and they set off.
221B
John was typing away and Sherlock was tuning his violin. John heard a car and voices outside the window.
"Shhhh," he hissed to Sherlock, who stopped. John could just make it out.
"This is it?"
"In the middle of London? Subtle, huh?"
"SHUT UP!" That sounded a lot like Moriarty… John thought.
"I'd rather be back in my cage!"
"I'd rather be stuck listening to Hamilton drone on."
"I'd rather be insane. Oh wait, I AM!" What the hell is going on? John walked towards the window. He could see six figures. Moriarty. A scruffy man with blood on him. Another scruffy man in a black hoodie. A green haired man. A man with a fluffy afro. And a man wearing a ridiculous horned head piece. What a weird group…
"I'D RATHER YOU ALL SHUT UP!" Moriarty yelled.
"Get that stupid headpiece off! We're in London!" the afro haired man scorned. The headpiece man put it in the limo.
"Well, get rid of that stupid coat!" headpiece man responded.
"No! This looks alright! Fashionable!"
"SHUT UP!" that was the scruffy hoodie man, "Let's just head in." They knocked. John couldn't let Mrs Hudson answer.
He whispered to his friend, "I'll answer. It's Moriarty!" Before Sherlock could stop him he had ran downstairs, told their landlady to hide and opened the door. "Hello?"
"Ahh. Johnny!" Moriarty grinned, "My friends and I would just love to have a cup of tea. Do you mind?" John looked over the group of strangers. But one of them wasn't a total stranger…
He pointed to the green haired one, "You! I know you! You're that youtuber! Agh, who is it again? Don't tell me! Oh! You're Jacksepticeye!" John smiled. He was thankful to see a familiar face.
"Oh my god! NO! I am not jacksepticeye! He is WEAK!" Anti was so frustrated. He was constantly mistaken for that idiot.
"HEY! DON'T MENTION MY STUPID FATHER!" the bloodstained man growled. John stepped back.
Choosing to ignore the father comment he turned back to the not-Jacksepticeye, "So who are you?"
"His alter ego, so to speak. Antisepticeye."
"Um, kay? So who are the rest of you?" The men spoke over each other.
"MEN! ONE BY ONE! YOU FIRST!" Jim pointed at the afro man.
"Thomas Jefferson," he said, holding out his hand.
"Okay. Um, nice to meet you," John stuttered.
"I am the Master, I am a timelord and I will kill the doctor," scruffy-hoodie man stated.
"Um, nice to meet you."
"I am Loki, headpiece-man announced.
"Nice to meet you. I saw your headpiece through the window. It looks really good!"
"HA! SEE MORTAL!" Loki shouted triumphantly at Thomas.
"Shut up!"
"So, you're a pagan god," John realized.
"Yes."
"Okay, then. Moving on."
"And I am Lucifer," bloodstain-man smirked.
"Nice to mee- HANG ON! LUCIFER? LIKE, SATAN, LUCIFER?" John shouted.
"Yes."
"Umm? Okay? Do you guys want to, um, enter?" the six men walked in and John led them upstairs, "Hey! Sherlock! We have six guests. Anti, Master, Loki, Jefferson, Lucifer and Moriarty." Sherlock looked up.
"Hello group of terrifying, or so you think, men. Let's start here," Sherlock pointed at Anti, "You're a demon-like alter ego, forever stuck in the shadow of your human counterpart, this poor green-haired idiot you've taken temporary control of," Sherlock pointed at Lucifer, "Now, you have taken complete control of this man. You hate being the 'evil' one and feel hurt, cheated. You did something wrong but you did it out of love, and you wish your siblings would understand that. Understand you. You," Sherlock pointed at Loki, "also have sibling problems. You were either adopted or something similar. You hate your brother because he gets everything, while you are stuck behind. Your need to be loved has created this hate. Nothing else," he pointed at Jefferson, "You are also jealous of someone. They aren't your brother but they are kind of similar in a way. They are just as good as you, but gets further, which annoys you. You both have shared friend who feels the stress from both ends, be careful or you'll brake him," he points at the Master, "And you have also watched someone almost identical rise up, leaving you behind. Even worse, you loved them and watched them hate you when a tragic event occurred. He became a better person and helped others, but your mental health deteriorated. And I already know about you, Jim. So there you have it. Not a group of scary men. A group of lonely, frustrated children just trying to make a cry for help."
Loki started crying and the rest soon followed.
"What the hell, Sherlock?!" Moriarty screeched, "We came to annoy you and you verbally attacked my friends! Come on guys, let's go!" The crowd shuffled out.
Moriarty's Place
"Well that sucked!" Anti had wiped away his tears. However, Loki was still in tears.
"Hope for better next time!" Lucifer growled.
"Welp! It's kinda late! See you guys next time!" Moriarty called. The others said their goodbyes and left. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number.
"Hey Sebby! How was your day? When are you back? THURSDAY?! SEBBY! YAY! I CAN'T WAIT! So, anyway, Sherlock was being a prick today. Let me tell you…"
