As John came in walking through the door to 221B, he heard a loud a booming noise come from the flat. 'Oh, what has Sherlock done this time?' he wondered as he jogged up the stairs.
"Sherlock, what was that sou-"as soon as John started, a slimy feeling crept onto his nose and eyes. He slowly came to react to what was on his face.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" John screeched out in surprise and panic throwing off the monstrous creature onto the floor.
"John, please, don't throw my experiments onto the floor. It is a delicate piece to my research." Sherlock walked in to pick up the creature.
"Is that an octopus? Why did it land on my head; why do you even have it here anyway?"
"FOR KNOWLEDGE, JOHN" Then Sherlock walked away, leaving John on the floor.
The darkness consumed me, I was dreaming of just sitting on a fluffy cloud. I just laid there. The sky was so clear. Only the color of azure surrounded me. As I drifted in the endless blue sky, I saw a silhouette; getting larger and larger as it came closer. It was then . . . . that I saw it was Sherlock doing who god knows what or why he's even in my dream in the first place. He then stretched his arm towards me. "John," he said in an airy voice. "Take my hand,"
As I proceeded to take his hand in mine, it felt like comforting warmth intertwined with my fingers and really…slimy? And felt like suction cups-
I abruptly sat up in my bed. Eyeing that there was the octopus from earlier in my bed; wrapping its tentacles onto my hand and thigh. I glared at it. At that moment all there was running through my head, Dammit Sherlock, keep your bloody experiments out of my personal space.
Sherlock bolted into my room "John! Have you seen Alexander?"
Just as John was about to answer, Sherlock picked up the octopus.
"Ahah, there you are Alexander," the octopus, Alexander, delightfully plopped onto Sherlock's head. Sherlock nodded his head and gently whispered to Alexander," Yes, yes, I see Alexander, I understand everything,"
"Sherlock, what ar-"but, Sherlock interrupted him before he could say more.
"John, shut up, Alexander is speaking" John, stood there, dumbfounded. What. The. Hell. As they both silently stood there, Sherlock's back towards John; Sherlock murmured something that John couldn't quite hear.
John answered "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Alexander has reported to me, that you had a dream about… about me apparently? Although I have to say you have really weird dreams, John," Sherlock replied louder, "Oh, and that you love whip cream all over your partner when you-"
"SHERLOCK, SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP. I DON'T NEED TO HEAR THIS, FUCKING OCTOPUS" as John covered his face from showing his flushed face.
"Alexander is wounded, he loved you john, loved you." Sherlock walked towards John, "Now he is going to cry if he doesn't get a group hug."
John's eyes were wide, and his cheeks were blooming with a rosy red. He then glanced at Alexander. For a moment, he thought he saw Alexander shed one single tear. Oh, what has this world come to? John then stretched out both his arms, not staring at Sherlock nor the octopus. He was pulled into a hug, only feeling chest on chest. Alexander on the other hand was sat on Sherlock and John's head. It was a nice hug but why did he agree to this?
First fanfic, so it's probably really shitty XD
I was bored in class and I drew John with an octopus because of a friend then later, bored in class so started writing a fanfic UwU