Hello there. Just wrote this little Halloween-y piece, but that doesn't mean you can't read it anyway. A prank doesn't have to be on Halloween. Also, please review, my work orbits around my reviews, and if I don't have reviews, my work will spin off into the darkness of space. And there will probably be character deaths. So yeah, do please review, it's not that hard.
Disclaimer: The fact that this is fanfiction clearly states by its very nature that I don't own the respective characters. However, that does not mean I don't have a evil plan to make them mine. ALL MINE!
Sherlock hid behind the door, under his hung-up coat. This was by far the most entertaining thing to do in the flat, but it was still tediously uninteresting. It was dull, almost bordering on the edges of boring. And he didn't want that. No matter how much he pretended to enjoy it, he hated making John upset by the damage he made to the flat. The bullet holes in the wall, the acid burns on the carpet, the deep gashes on the table, he didn't mean for these to happen. But he was just… bored. And it was better than the alternative, or so he told himself. Drugs were not good, no matter how bored he was.
So that was why he was hiding behind the door, under his hung-up coat. He was waiting for John to arrive, because when John arrived, he would scare the life out of him (metaphorically). And it would be entertaining. Unless John decided in the heat of the moment to shoot him. It was a possibility that John would shoot before he realised that it was him, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He was pretty sure that John's gun was hiding in the flat somewhere. He had tried to find it, but had given up after he realised it was more boring than just sitting down and waiting for John to come back. He wished John would come back soon, because he was always at least somewhat interesting. And he was tired of waiting.
John opened the door, and was shocked when Sherlock leapt out from behind the door wearing a Grim Reaper mask. In the three seconds it took for him to realise it was Sherlock, he was very much afraid and sorely wishing he had his gun on him. But after the realisation that it was his flatmate playing tricks on him, he was merely angry and annoyed.
On the other hand, Sherlock found it infinitely more hilarious than what he had thought it would be. John's face was utterly priceless, and he told him so. He wished he had a camera, so that he could take a picture and use it as blackmail when John was being annoying. He found it so funny, that he found himself rolling on the ground, gasping for breath. He was still laughing when his annoyed flatmate went into the kitchen to make tea. It was that funny.
After recovering from the hilarious prank, Sherlock and John sat down to drink tea.
"John, I'm sorry…"
"It's okay."
"… but you should have seen your face!"
Sherlock erupted in another round of laughs, as John scowled at him for the seventh time that evening.
"Stop laughing at me!"
Sherlock managed to stop laughing long enough to give him a quick 'no', before resuming his laugh. John didn't see what was so funny about it, but he supposed it was better than having Sherlock experimenting on his shoes. He didn't want a repeat of last week.
Later that night, Sherlock and John were sitting down, drinking tea again.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes."
"Why don't we go to Mycroft's house, and scare the hell out of HIM?!"
Sherlock grinned his most wicked grin. He knew Mycroft's childhood fear, and he knew this would be much more fun that pranking John. And this time, he would get it on camera.
"Great idea. I know just what to do."
