Me and steathhunter4l worked on this together. We both love Sherlock and we both love FNAF's sooo...
"Goddamit!" John Watson shouted. Sherlock Homes looked up from the human eyeball he was dissecting to see what the fuss about.
"What's all that noise about, John?" he shouted.
"Coming from the man who tried to get Mycroft to program Big Ben to chime louder!" John shouted back.
"I was on a case!" Sherlock protested.
"No you weren't- you were bored."
"Which is why I was on a case. Besides, half of London doesn't know when to eat their lunch due to the fact that half of London can't even hear Big Ben's chime!"
"People do have watches and iPhones, you know, Sherlock," John replied sarcastically.
"Irrelevant! Why were you cursing, anyway?"
Sherlock heard John give a loud sigh and he dropped the eye on the table and went into the lounge room.
"It's this stupid Foxy the Pirate- he keeps getting me every time," John complained, sitting on his armchair with a laptop on his lap.
Sherlock frowned.
"You're breathing heavily. Either you are watching compromising videos or playing Five Night's at Freddy's again," he deduced. John shot him a dirty look.
"I'm playing Five Night's at Freddy's," he muttered. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"I don't understand why you find such a childishly simple game threatening and why you insist on playing it."
"It's trending," John said simply.
"No excuses," Sherlock snapped. John scowled.
"You're cranky?" Sherlock asked.
"Ya' think? I don't understand why you don't give the game a chance!"
"It's a child's game. Scary noises and pictures have always bothered you though, on the other hand, I would have expected you to be passable at something a child could do."
"A child! You think a child could do better?" John asked, his face twitching ever so slightly.
"Without a doubt," Sherlock responded, turning back towards the kitchen. John stood up, shoved Sherlock towards his seat and dumped the laptop in his lap.
"Well fine then," John snapped. "If a child can do it, then the world's biggest baby can do it!"
"This is ridiculous," Sherlock protested.
"Shut up, Sherlock," John replied automatically. "You are a ridiculous man, as you said at my wedding!"
"Yes but-"
"What are you boys up to?" asked Mrs Hudson, delivering some tea and biscuits.
"I'm trying to get Sherlock to play Five Night's at Freddy's," John answered.
"Oh dear, I once played that game. Couldn't sleep for a week after that. At my time of age that is not a good thing," Mrs Hudson prattled.
"Mrs Hudson, isn't it time for your evening soother?" Sherlock said as nastily as he could.
"Oh Sherlock…" Mrs Hudson said, clearly upset. She hurried on out of the room as fast as her little old legs could carry her.
"Well that was nice," John muttered sarcastically. Then there was the sound of footsteps and John's beloved wife, Mary, entered the room.
"Hey Babe," said John. She went over to him and kissed him.
"Oh for God's sake…" Sherlock muttered. He sent a text to Lestrade saying Help! as John and Mary continued to suck-face.
"Anytime you're ready…" Sherlock muttered.
"Shut up, Sherlock," Mary laughed, pulling away from John.
"Are you playing Five Night's at Freddy's?" she asked.
"Yep!" said John. Mary laughed again.
"I once played it. Even my nerves of steel acquired by my ninja assassin training couldn't prepare me for when Bonnie first jumped out at me!" She looked at Sherlock. "Have you played it yet?"
"No, and I never intend to," Sherlock replied.
Sherlock's phone rang. He answered it.
"Hello Freak, have you played Five Nights at Freddy's yet?" Sargent Donavon said. Sherlock immediately hung up, cursing.
Suddenly, the door to the front room burst open and in walked Detective Inspector Lestrade walked in, gun in hand.
"Garry, put your pea-shooter away," Sherlock said.
"It's Greg, actually," Lestrade said, annoyed. He looked around and realised that it wasn't an emergency, he slid his gun back in his holster.
"What's going on, Sherlock?" he asked.
"Everyone is trying to make me play Five Nights at Freddy's-"
"Five Nights at Freddy's? You haven't played that game? C'mon, Sherlock, everyone has played it but you!" Lestrade interrupted. Sherlock glared at him.
"Why is everyone bugging me to play Five Night's at Freddy's?!" he shouted.
"Ahem, speaking of bugs…" came the voice of Mycroft Holmes. Sherlock whirled around to find Mycroft stumbling at of a closet.
"Mycroft, what are you doing in my closet?!" Sherlock asked, enraged.
"I'm not the only one…" Mycroft murmured. Molly Hooper coughed, and fell out the closet behind him.
"Molly!" John yelped. Mycroft straightened his suit and swung his umbrella around in a circle before pointing it at Sherlock.
"Dear brother, I need you to play Five Night's at-"
"No!" the cry came out of Sherlock before he had time to stop it. He turned around, and walked quickly to his room, slamming the door behind him. Mycroft winced.
"Takes me back to when he hit puberty," he muttered.