A/N: The first chapter was not good, I admit, I'll try to make it more interesting. Sorry. The characters might be a bit OOC.
Sherlock's Point of View
I heard strange voices. Pretty strange, like the voices were...foreign. I was awake, and my eyes are tightly closed. I listened closely to the voices, trying not to show them that I'm awake.
"We got a new one, how cool." A voice murmured from the darkness.
"Shh, he might wake up. It's rude to wake up guests." Another voice, which is more feminine, hissed softly.
"Can I see him?" A young, childish voice exclaimed in excitement. Ugh, children.
"If you get tall enough," The first voice whispered and sniggered. Cocky.
I opened my eyes, and observed my surroundings. I was in a room, which looked like a luxurious room. The room looked like it was in a public place, like a hotel. Then the voices...they were weird creatures. A blonde-haired angelic being, a tattoo-ridden elf, and the only regular creature – a young girl. They were staring at me like I was destined to be here. Hmph. What a waste of time. I need to go.
"Why am I here?" I asked.
"Well, you're Sherlock Holmes," The elf said, grinning presumptuously at me. "Why not deduct the place, punk." The angelic being slapped the arrogant elf's hand. "That's way too rude, y'know. But go ahead, deduct away."
"Is this some sort of a realm void with a hotel in it where people who over-fatigue goes to or is this a very elaborate practical joke? Molly? Are you in on this?" I exclaimed, sarcastically.
"Excellent. The first one was correct, Mr. Holmes." The angel-like woman said. "I'm – ow – er, we're here to lecture you on using your life properly."
Seriously?
"I don't need this," I insisted. "Where is the exit, I'm wasting time."
The elf started laughing eerily, then the little girl followed. Suddenly, the whole room was filled with creepy laughs.
"Mr. Holmes, tell me what you remember," The angel smiled mysteriously at me. "You do know that I'm not scared of any of you," I smirked.
"Tell me!" The angelic aura on the woman has changed as she shrieked. "Why do you ask? It's none of your petty heaven business." I replied. "Oh, sorry...I was a bit rude," she apologised. I never knew angelic beings were bipolar. How inappropriate.
I tried to stand up and run, but it was no use. I was paralysed, even though I was not afraid. Am I in sleep paralysis? I probably am. I need to shatter the dream in a different way...If I was dreaming.
"I was answering John's question..." I started, "..and then I went in the kitchen..."
I walked towards my room, not minding the usually inquisitive John. "Sherlock?" He inquired, again. I felt a bit tired. Then suddenly, a headache which was terribly painful tore through my head. I groaned, losing my vision slowly per second. Suddenly, the world was pitch black. I heard a thump. It was me – I hit the ground. Painfully. Then I drifted onto unconsciousness.
"And then I woke up here with you creepy people. Now let me go, I think I hear a client."
The angelic lady grabbed me by the collar. "No, we have you in custody," she said through gritted teeth, "We can do what we want with you, it is under dimensional rule." I tried to look around, then I suddenly realised that the room was...John's room?
"John? Where is he?" I questioned. He's most likely the only key out of this lucid realm dream.
"Him...I am not supposed to tell you that."
"Why not, isn't this MY dream, not yours?" I cocked an eyebrow. Then suddenly a faint groan came from behind the elf. The groan belonged to...
"It seems like you figured out where he is...hehehe," The little girl smirked.
"What have you done to him?!"