Sherlock picked up the laptop and sat down in his chair. Mycroft had left hours ago, presumably to work out his tummy flab. Sherlock took a deep breath and pressed 'New Game', just as John walked into the room, non-eyeball coffee mug in hand.
"Sherlock, what are you doing? Did you just hit new game? You tit, I was up to Night 5!" John wailed, kicking a chair.
"John, stop putting whiskey in your coffee, it makes you drunk" Sherlock muttered, waiting for the game to load.
"I'm not drunk, I'm seriously annoyed with you!" John yelled picking up the chair and throwing it out the window.
"Mrs Hudson isn't going to like that," Sherlock remarked. He looked back to the laptop. A dull, uninteresting office appeared in front of him. He turned back to John.
"You can have the game when I'm finished."
"It's not the same! You just deleted my game!" John yelled.
''Hello? Hello? Um, I wanted to record a message for you…" came the voice of Phone Guy. Sherlock rolled his eyes. He knew Phone Guy's speeches off by heart- not because he had purposely stored them in his Mind Palace, but because John played this game so much, that Phone Guy's speeches kind of drilled into Sherlock's brain. He had tried 'deleting' them, but every time he did, John would play the game again.
"I'm going to Mary's," John sulked.
"You should- she's due to give birth any day now," Sherlock murmured distractedly. John hissed something under his breath and left.
Good, now Sherlock could play the game in peace.
By that time, Phone Guy had finished his stupidly long monologue and Bonnie the Bunny was due to make his move any moment flickered through the cameras, stopping when he reached the Show Stage. Those stupid animatronics were in their stupid, stupid places.
God, I feel stupid, playing this stupid game! Sherlock thought. He was bored, flickering through the cameras, not really knowing what he was looking for.
He flickered back to the Show Stage and was annoyed to see that Bonnie was gone.
'Showtime' Sherlock thought sarcastically.
He tried to find that stupid Bonnie creature. Sherlock knew from John's constant yelling that Bonnie only ever came through on the left, so why bother labeling them east and west?
Sherlock was glad John wasn't here to see him play this ridiculous game. He would probably put it on his blog.
Sherlock was still trying to find Bonnie
He found the stupid bunny on the display of the camera just outside 'his' room (thought he would never want to assume the identity of someone foolish enough to stay in this sort of environment)
Sherlock lowered the camera and went to check his door.
He let out a word that he hoped John would never have the pleasure of hearing as Bonnie suddenly materialized in his door-way.
Sherlock scowled and closed the door in his face. So far, Sherlock's strategy that was supposed to work on this game was failing. He deduced that he would have to have at least 50% power by the time the clock hit 3:00am.
By his calculations, if he didn't open the door right now, he wouldn't have enough power to last him the night. But Bonnie refused to leave.
"Get lost, you stupid mistake of science!" Sherlock shouted at the game. Mrs Hudson came in, a displeased look on her little old face.
"Sherlock, would you mind keeping it down? I'm trying to take my morning nap," Mrs Hudson said.
"Mrs Hudson, I fail to see how your morning nap is different from your evening nap, or even your nightly nap. Because they are all the same-"
Whatever Sherlock was about to say would remain forever unsaid as Bonnie the Bunny leaped across the screen and made horrible screeching sounds, scaring him out of his chair.
Mrs Hudson started to giggle hysterically as she saw Sherlock jump.
"Oh my God, Sherlock, you jumped! I'm texting John about this!" Mrs Hudson laughed, walking out the room.
The implications of Mrs Hudson's words sank in.
"John cannot know I have emotions!" he shouted, sulking.
Alright, fun time was over. Though Sherlock would never admit it, it was time to bring in the experts.
John giggled like a little girl when he received Mrs Hudson's text. He knew that Bonnie would be the first animatronic to give little Sherlock nightmares tonight. He was still smiling when he opened the door to 221B and went upstairs. His smile disappeared when he entered the living room.
"What the…?"
There were laptops everywhere. On his couch, sat Sherlock.
"What are you doing?" John asked Sherlock.
"John, I am convinced that this game was developed purely to torture me. I can't be bothered playing it," Sherlock said. John studied one of the laptops.
"Are all those walkthroughs of Five Nights at Freddy's?" he asked.
"Yep," Sherlock said.
"Even the second game?"
"Yep. And by examining hours upon hours of walkthrough footage, it can be concluded that Scott Crawthon is indeed the Purple Guy," Sherlock said.
"How can you tell?" John asked.
"He posted 'I like Purple' on his Facebook page."
"Sherlock, I don't think-"
"I know you don't think," Sherlock interrupted.
"that just because Crawthon likes the colour purple, doesn't mean he's the Purple Guy," John continued, ignoring Sherlock's comment.
"But, John, purple is the colour of sex, and Purple Guy is clearly a pedophile," Sherlock was speaking quicker now.
"Yeah, but you can't actually link that back to Scott Crawthon," John protested.
"As usual, you see but you do not observe. Purple Guy is actually Phone Guy, and Scott Crawthon voices Phone Guy," Sherlock gushed.
"Purple Guy is not Phone Guy," John spoke up.
"What? Phone Guy is clearly the Purple Guy."
"No, he not, he's the day-shift guy!"
"Wait, what? Based on what evidence?"
"Based on logic, you stupid poppingjay!"
"Logic? Ha! You know no such word!"
"I know more about Five Nights at Freddy's then you!" John shouted.
"Not possible!"
Mrs Hudson walked in again, annoyed look her face.
"Are you two having a domestic?"
"What? No!" John said quickly.
Sherlock's phone buzzed. It was a text from Mycroft.
Stop Arguing and start deducing things! I can hear your domestic from my spot in Parliament! The text read.
Sherlock angrily texted Mycroft back.
Maybe you shouldn't have bugged my phone, then!
Sherlock got no reply after that.
What he did get instead was phone call from Lestrade.
"Hey, Sherlock," Lestrade said.
"What do you want, Gertrude?' Sherlock said crankily.
"My name is Greg, Sherlock. Gertrude is a girl name," Lestrade snapped.
"It seemed fitting," Sherlock muttered.
"So Sherlock, if you are the World's Greatest Detective and your just SO brilliant at observations than how is that you never observe my BLOODY NAMETAG?" Sherlock had to hold the mobile phone away from his ear as Lestrade yelled into it.
"Lestrade, what is it that you want?" Sherlock said, annoyed.
"Not sure if this is relevant to your situation, but we arrested Scott Cawthon for attempting to jaywalk across the river Thames," Lestrade said.
"How does that work? I'm pretty sure you can't jaywalk across water," Sherlock said.
"Yeah, I know. He's a bit cold, and a bit wet at the moment. Also, he was naked when he did it."
"WHAT?"
"I'm joking! Anyway, Mycroft thought-"
"Mycroft thinks?" Sherlock said sarcastically.
"Shut up, Sherlock. Mycroft thought it would be a good idea if you came down to Scotland Yard to question him," Lestrade explained. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Fine, John and I will be there soon."
Sherlock hung up without saying goodbye.
"What was that about jaywalking across water?" John asked.
"Lestrade has Cawthon down at Scotland Yard. I'm going to go down there and question him. Want to come?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah, sure," John said.
They made their way out of 221B and Sherlock flipped his collar up on his trench coat in a cool sort of way, making John roll his eyes.
Chapter complete!
I know that in this Fanfiction, Scott Cawthon is a badie, but in real life, he's a great guy:) He donated most of his profits that he received from FNAF's to charity and stuff, which is awesome.
