Finally, another chapter! Sorry about the longish wait, but both me and my writing buddy are both on the Easter Holidays, and he has two assignments to do and I have three, so there wasn't a whole heap of opportunities to write...
Speaking of which, I'd better start on my math assignment, ha ha:)
Happy Read:)


Sherlock and John approached Scotland Yard, Sherlock with his trench coat fluttering out dramatically, John trying to scrap some gum that he had stepped in off his shoe.
"Stop that- you're ruining the dramatic effect," Sherlock hissed at John.
"Well, good for you, Little Miss Drama Queen! Why don't you play Eye of the Tiger while you're at it?" John snapped.
"Those insults are beneath you," Sherlock said. John said nothing.
Lestrade was waiting for them inside his office.
"Garrison," Sherlock greeted.
"It's Greg, but you're getting close," Lestrade said dryly.
"You're name is irrelevant. Where's Cawthon?" Sherlock demanded. Lestrade led Sherlock and John to the interview room.
Inside, a man sat at a table.
"Hello, Scott Cawthon," Sherlock said.
"So you can remember his name but not mine?" Lestrade muttered under his breath.
"Why am I here?" Cawthon asked. "All I did was try to Jaywalk across the Thames, and now I'm being treated like I slipped a whoopee cushion under the Queen's Throne!"
"Goldfish," Sherlock muttered, using his brother's nickname for ordinary people. "You think they take people in with handcuffs for jaywalking?"
"I'll leave you boys to it. It's time for my doughnut break," Lestrade gleamed, walking out the door.
"Why am I even here?" Cawthon asked.
"Mycroft seems to think that you murdered a couple of kids and have planted clues in your Game," John said. Cawthon gave a nervous laugh.
"That's crazy!" he said.
"Is it?" Sherlock asked.
"Isn't it?"
"You tell me." Sherlock said taking a seat
"Am I invisible?" John asked, annoyed
"Oh, hello." Cawthon said quickly "So what's this about me murdering Children?"
"You're aware of the game you created and it's insidious nature?"
"I wouldn't say insidious-"
"Yes well you're a psychopath- of course you wouldn't." Sherlock cut him off.
Scott Cawthon sat up a little straighter and gave Sherlock a sly grin.
"Not psychopath, Sociopath," he said. Sherlock narrowed his eyes. Cawthon clearly wasn't as stupid as he pretended to be. He realized that he had underestimated him. This wasn't your typical Goldfish. He narrowed his eyes further and started to deduce Cawthon.
Judging by is posture, Cawthon obviously spent a lot of time on computers. High forehead suggested intelligence, and purple shirt suggested-
Wait, Purple Shirt?
"Holy Goldfish!" Sherlock shouted, falling backwards on his chair. He quickly got up and pointed an accusing finger at Cawthon.
"You're the Purple Guy!" he shouted. Cawthon raised an eyebrow at Sherlock.
"Um, no?" he said.
"I knew it! I was right! Yippee, Sherlock saves the day again!" Sherlock said happily.
"Sherlock, I don't think he's the Purple Guy," John said, bursting his bubble.
"Well excuuuuuuuuse me! Who's the genius in this room?" Sherlock asked.
"I don't see any geniuses! All I see is drama-queens!" John shouted.
"Your powers of observation are somewhat lacking," Sherlock muttered. Just when John was about to call Sherlock a tit, they were interrupted by a familiar tune playing.
"Um, is that the Game of Thrones opening theme song?" Cawthon asked. John looked embarrassed.
"What? It's my new ringtone!" he said. He stepped outside the room to answer his phone, muttering something about Daenerys Targaryen having a nice butt in Game of Thrones.
Sherlock met Cawthon's eyes and his mouth tightened. The dumb, stupid look in Cawthon's eyes was replaced by the glint of sheer intelligence.
"I know you're the Purple Guy," Sherlock hissed.
"Well, good for you. Have fun trying to prove it," Cawthon sniggered.
"I can tell them that you like purple and your Facebook page proves it," Sherlock said. Cawthon laughed.
"Yeah, O.K, that sounded intelligent in my head," Sherlock muttered. "So, you're a proper genius, then?"
"Yes, I'm a proper genius and an all-round sociopath. I'm a computer hacker, I make games for a living, and little girls and boys sound so adorable when you hear them scream," Cawthon said.
"So you did kill the five children!" Sherlock said.
"Yeah, so? I needed to record them screaming for my game. The real thing is like, so much scarier than that rubbish stock footage sold on E-Bay," Cawthon said simply. Sherlock grinned at Scott Cawthon.
"You do realize that they record whatever goes on in this room, right? You've just openly admitted that you killed five children," he said smugly. But Cawthon remained unfazed.
"The recording device, like everything now-days, is run by a computer." Cawthon held up his watch, which Sherlock realized for the first time, was an Apple Watch.
"Those idiots that call themselves police officers forgot to remove it. I simply hacked into Scotland Yard's computer system and dismantled the recording device. When they play it back later, they will find that we were having a conversation about My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Oh, I also dismantled their alarms and security systems, so I can leave whenever I feel like it." He grinned smugly at Sherlock.
"We live in a Hacker's Paradise. Everything is run by computers."
Sherlock scowled at Cawthon. He hated to be outsmarted and outwitted, but most important of all…
"They think we're talking about My Little Pony?" he asked.
"Yes!" Cawthon said happily.
"I can't be heard talking about My Little Pony! Do you know what the fandom that reads John's Blogs will do to me?!" Sherlock glared at Cawthon. "You have so got to go!"
"Oh, I don't think so, Sherlock. In fact, I'm going to be sticking around for a long time." Cawthon got up off the table and started to walk out the room.
"Oh, and Sherlock? Tell anyone of this and I'll email the My Little Pony recordings to the Johnlock community."
"You wouldn't," Sherlock said.
"Try me," Cawthon sneered, walking out the room. At the same time, John came in, a panicked look on his face.
"Mary's in Labor! I have to go to the hospital! I'm gonna be a Dad!" he shouted.
"Good for you," Sherlock muttered distractively. John pursed as he looked around the room.
"Where's Cawthon?" he asked.
"Gone," said Sherlock, walking out the room.


Once again, just wanted to say that in real-life, Cawthon is awesome. In Sherlock-Topia, Cawthon is the opposite of awesome (anti-awesome?).
Me and my friend want to give a shout out to all you awesome people reviewing and viewing this story- you guys are awesome! (I'm using the word 'awesome' a lot, aren't I? Well, that's what happens when you've just finished watching the Lego Movie, again... and again... and again... EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!)