Heyyyyyy! Here is the second chapter. I think that this story is going to end up having shorter chapters than I'd like for the sake of my writing ending up like this and I don't really care to try and lengthen it.
Disclaimer: Never ever neeeeeeeed a disclaimerrrr~ you never ever neeeeed one on this siiiiite~!
Chapter 2:
The Blogger
John Watson was really getting tired with Sherlock Holmes' damned experiments. One had exploded just that morning when John went to go make himself some tea, splattering the entire kitchen with god-knows-what. Even know, John was shouting insults at the consulting detective as he opened up his blog.
"You know what, I'm gonna put this on the blog." John said after a moment of contemplating, his voice resuming an indoor volume.
"No! Don't do that!" Sherlock exclaimed from the kitchen he was now cleaning up. "Why on EARTH would you do that?!"
"So people know that the 'Great and Amazing' Sherlock Holmes is actually human!" John retorted, opening up a new entry and typing in the title- 'Explosions, Experiments, and our Kitchen.'
As John began to type out his frustrations, he took no notice of the little box that had popped up in the corner next to his Wi-Fi button. This little box was just a white outline, with the bluest blue ever filling it in. A little yellow circle was turning in the corner, showing that the program was running and actually doing something, although the army doctor still did not notice. It was not until he actually posted his newest article on his life with his difficult flat mate that he had noticed it. A light whirring had started up in his laptop at this time as well, causing him to scrunch up his eyebrows at it. He had never seen the program before. Where had it come from?
Hesitantly, assuming that it was most likely a virus that Sherlock must have gotten onto the computer, John hovered over it with his mouse. And then he clicked down.
An empty notepad file opened up. "That's weird," muttered John as he stared at it, waiting for some virus to start typing codes into it, or for his screen to go black or blue.
"What's weird?" Sherlock asked, hopping over to his friend to peer over his shoulder.
"SHER-lock! Get out of my face!"
"I'm looking at your screen John, why'd you open a notepad file, no one actually uses those, do you use them, no you don't."
John huffed his breath out in annoyance. "If you back up I will explain."
Sherlock rolled his eyes, straightening up so that his face was no longer a few inches away from John's screen. John opened his mouth to begin talking, when Sherlock interrupted saying, "You're not typing."
"Well of course I'm not typing, why would you say… that…" John looked back at the screen, only to witness words slowly but surely forming on the notepad file.
"Help me," Sherlock read aloud, as they both stared at it for much longer than needed. John brought his fingers back to the keyboard.
"Who are you?" He typed out, and when he looked back up he saw that the mystery person had edited his own writing to say 'Dr. JW: Who are you?'
John and Sherlock looked at each other with quirked eyebrows. Sherlock motioned to take the computer actually away from John, but when he did, the notepad file closed. Sherlock cursed slightly, opening a new notepad file and typing out, "My name is Sherlock Holmes. I can help you. Who are you?"
He got no reply within the next five minutes. Nor the next ten. Not even the next fifteen. Sherlock edited his own writing to say "SH:" before his words, but no one responded.
John voiced their thoughts together, although Sherlock would never admit it.
"What the hELL is going on?"