When Sherlock Finds Omegle.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Sherlock otherwise a certain detective; criminal and doctor would be … I'll leave it to your imagination.
This was a prompt from Tumblr, found here: .com/post/15503292300/sherlock-fic-prompt
"John. I'm bored," Sherlock said, creeping up behind John.
"What would you like me to do about it?" John leant back, raising an eyebrow at Sherlock.
"Entertain me~," Sherlock sat on the sofa with a sigh.
John looked cautiously at Sherlock before passing Sherlock his laptop, loading up a page called 'Omegle'.
"Have fun on that, now leave me alone," John growled out, glaring at Sherlock from the corner of his eye as he went back to reading his book.
"What… What is this site?" Sherlock glanced at John again, a questioning look in his eye before realising John was ignoring him again and decided to just click the 'Text' button to see what came up.
He noticed a blank screen came up with the words 'you're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!'
Deciding to do just that he typed in a simple hello.
Almost instantly, he received a reply back from a girl called Christine who was a Female as well as being 18 from New York. She seemed to want him to see her on cam at a website.
Not sure what to do, he just let it ponder for a few minutes before he received another message, saying that she was 'horny and waiting for him.' Then she seemed to disconnect as if afraid of what his reply might be.
He stared at the screen for a few minutes, before deciding to start a new conversation, wondering what the next person would be asking of him.
This time the other 'stranger' decided to start the conversation with a simple "Hi."
He replied back, finally figuring out how to work the site, with a small "Hello."
The other person then asked him something, which he couldn't understand; they asked him for his "asl".
Further explanation from John ('It means Age/Sex/Location.') and he replied back, "Why would you need to know that? Unless Moriarty hired you, which you'd be rather incompetent if he did, you should already know all of the details."
They seem to disconnect almost immediately and he looked at the screen, again pondering what had just happened.
Looking at the screen again, he noticed something new at the bottom of the screen, something about a random question to discuss.
John was now watching Sherlock warily, wondering why Sherlock had been so quiet for so long.
Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to click on the little button and see what came up.
Almost immediately a question came up which said "Stormcloak or Imperial."
Scrapping through the various topics in his brain, he figured out that he was talking about a new 'fad' called Skyrim. Before he could reply, the other person disconnected, as if they didn't 'know' what it was about.
Over the course of 2 hours, he received different questions ranging between "R U HRNY" and "John, pick up some milk."
He stared confused at the screen as he saw that last question, wondering what exactly it meant. He then came to the conclusion that it was simply someone else looking for their friend 'John' so they would pick up some milk.
He didn't get why it was signed by '-SH' unless someone was impersonating him. He spent another 20 minutes just trying to figure out why that person signed it with his name then came to the conclusion that it was purely coincidental.
Before he left, he noticed a simple sentence which said 'Save to log.' This was followed by a 4 options, one being a social networking site ('Facebook'), the other two saving to the 'laptop' and the last one he wasn't sure about.
"John?" Sherlock queried, looking over at his flat mate.
"Yes Sherlock?" John sighed, looking back at Sherlock.
"What's Tumblr?" Sherlock asked, tilting his head to the side like a lost puppy.
There you go children. What would happen if Sherlock stumbled upon Omegle? Not much. He'd just be his normal confusing, detective self.
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