So, here is the second chapter of this fic, I have already wrote the whole thing, and there are going to have five chapters, enjoy.

Ps: I still don't know how to use this site very well

( They say goodbye to Mrs Hudson and then they get out of the boat in the prison Island, and Mycroft is already there for some unexplainable reason, I don't know, do not ask me, we don't Like Mycroft.)

Mycroft: So the plan is very simple: John and I distract the guards and you go talk to Oreos.

Sherlock: Why? I don't want to talk with this woman.

Mycroft: But she is your sister and she wants to talk to you.

Sherlock: Okay, I guess.

( Sherlock disguise himself with John's wig and walk through the gates and reach Oreos cell on the third floor, because the "high" security of the prison also sucks really bad.)

(Mycroft and John are talking to the guards on the first floor)

Mycroft: So, I want to know what the hell is happening here in this shitty prison. How did Oreos managed to construct a cyborg at her cell?

Prison Guard: Mycroft, when was the last time you came here?

Mycroft: How is this relevant?

Prison Guard (his name is Bob by the way, but you all don't care since he will die in some minutes) : Answer my question.

Mycroft: I don't know… I guess it was 1970, I was like twelve years old.

Bob (the prison guard): So you don't come here for hell know how long and now you are questioning our security.

Mycroft: Fuck yeah.

Bob: Mycroft you stopped sending money to the prison in the minute you stepped the fuck out of here.

Mycroft: I guess… So what did you do?

Bob: We sold this prison to Jim Moriarty.

John: Fuck.

( Sherlock is in Oreos cell, she is on the ground doing some exercises or dancing)

Sherlock: So… you like gymnastics

Oreos: Let's say I love to pop and jam and break…. It's in our blood brother.

Sherlock: I don't like those things. I am a detective.

Oreos (singing): Look at me and what do you see?

Sherlock: A crazy woman.

Oreos (still singing): Intelligence beyond compare.

Sherlock: Okay, I do not know what you are doing, but you better stop.

Oreos: Sorry, that aren't a lot of good movies to watch in this prison, and this one have stuck in my head.

Sherlock: So, why the hell did you want me to come here?

Oreos: Isn't it obvious Sherlock?

Sherlock: Honestly, no.

Oreos (standing up): Look at me, what are you failing to realize?

Sherlock: mmm…

Oreos: Okay, I'm going to make your life easier (she put her long dark hair in front of her face and make an awkward voice) SEVEN DAYS. Okay, who am I?

Sherlock: Mm… an accountant?

Oreos: Bloody hell, Sherlock! Have you never seen The Ring?

Sherlock: No, mom and dad said it was a forbidden movie.

Oreos: Makes sense. But guess what, that's because I'm Samara. Yeah, that's it, I was just an young girl and my parents made me do that stupid movie. I felt used, I felt betrayed.

Sherlock: So you killed Nancy, my favorite babysitter because… our parents sign you up to do a creepy girl in a horror movie.

Oreos: That is right! I love when you make deductions. But oh… Sherlock, you don't know a thing about the real Nancy story. (smiles) Now I'm going to make one: Mycroft told you about the time when he locked me in a cage in our yard.

Sherlock: Yes.

Oreos: And I bet he told you I escaped offering oreos to our new babysitter.

Sherlock: Yes…

Oreos: Well (Oreos squeezes herself between the bars and get out of the cell) actually I am a great contortionist.

(Sherlock is shocked. Oreos jump in his throat in a psychopath way, yelling like Samara from the ring, if you ask me, she still gots it.)

(An alarm starts to ring and Mycroft and John are confused.)

John: What the fuck is happening?

Bob: I'm sorry guys, but I promised Jim Moriarty I would stick to the plan.

(Many prison guards start pushing the two of them, and they don't know what is happening)

(They wake up. John, Sherlock, Mycroft and Bob the prison guard are locked up in Oreos cell)

(Oreos face appears on tv)

Oreos: Hello little men. I'm Oreos Holmes do you wanna play a game?

John: no…

Oreos: Too bad, I don't care. Also let's salute your host man, Jim Moriarty.

(his face appears on tv)

Jim: Hello.

Oreos: So Jim, do you want to tell them the first level of the game?

Jim: Of course Oreos, and just let me say you look stunning today, so much prettier than Sherlock.

Oreos (blushes): I do what I can in my cell with poor resources.

Sherlock: Can you all shut up? You are boring me.

Jim: Oh… I guess Sherlock is jealous of our love honey. Are you Sherlock?

Sherlock: Not at all.

Jim (hurt) : okay then. On the first level of the game you all are going to watch something very special me and Oreos have prepared.

Oreos: Oh yeah, it's a resistance test. There is a gun on the cell, the first person to kill herself is out of the competition.

Jim: Enjoy.

(A video starts. Oreos is using a tank top and dressed like she is a builder or something)

Oreos (singing): I ain't worried about nothing…

John: Oh no, God.

Oreos: I ain't wearing nada.

(Oreos starts doing some sexy dancing moves. Jim approaches her shirtless and looking like a goofy builder, they look like they are about to kiss)

Jim (singing, with a lot of auto tune covering his terrible voice): I know you are always on that nightshift, but I can't stand this nights alone.

Oreos: And I don't need no explanation, cause baby you're the boss at home.

(Then Jim and Oreos start to twerk together)

Both: You don't gotta go to work work work work….

John: I can't handle it anymore.

(John runs and try to reach the gun, Sherlock jumps in front of him, trying to stop his moves)

Both: work work work work work work work….

Sherlock: John, please don't, hang on, you are strong enough.

John: I'm not Sherlock, maybe you and Mycroft are…

(Mycroft starts vomiting on the corner)

John: mm, maybe just you. But I'm not strong enough for this.

Them: Work work work work work…

(Oreos is rubbing her butt on Jim's pants while licking a hammer like Mile Cyrus)

Sherlock: Please, you can handle this… But I can't handle this without you.

(John is about to cry)

John: This is the most…

(John can't complete his phrase because Bob shoots himself and his brain fly through the whole cell)

Mycroft (crying): Please, Bob already killed himself let us go.

(Sherlock starts to think)

Sherlock: mm… (he picks up the gun and shoots the screen, it blacks out)

Mycroft: Well thought.

(Another screen on the cell turns on)

Them: Work work work work…

(Oreos cut to her face)

Oreos: Just kidding with you. I bet you liked our homemade video, we shot here in the prison, so sorry you couldn't see the part where we started screwing up. Jk, again.

Jim: It was a good movie, I could definitely see how jealous Sherlock was about our love, poor boy.

Sherlock: Jesus Christ I really don't give a shit.

Jim: Okay okay… If you say so (blinks).

Oreos: Yeah, and pass through the door guys, you are going to face the game's next level.