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2024-01-04
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2025-01-19
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Frantic Fanfictions

Summary:

Some friends of mine and I decided to do some frantic fanfiction, and this was the result. A bunch of characters meeting and weird scenarios.

(This will be updated everytime we play frantic Fanfiction.)

Enjoy the chaos!

Chapter 1: Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Gay Gay Demon

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Here's the link to Frantic Fanfic if anyone wants it!: https://franticfanfic.com

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       Crowley and aziraphale were having a silly little walk around the lake, as one does. Suddenly, Aziraphale was pushed into the lake! Crowley turned to smite whoever did such a terrible act, but the person ran! He did not have time for this (they could be killed for their actions later) and turned to help aziraphale. however, Crowley could not sense Aziraphale's presence. where could he have gone?

Crowley knew only one person who could solve such a mystery, the infamous Sherlock Holmes!!!

Crowley burst into the detective's apartment. Using miracles to open each door. Sherlock was sitting in his chair. With his violin in hand. 
  "Can I help you?" he asked as he plucked the strings. 
  "My..my friend was pushed into a lake and he suddenly disappeared," Crowley explained, "And you're a detective aren't you?"
  "Yes. Of course I am," 
  Crowley stared at him. Unable to read him.
  "He's not your friend at all is he?" 
John stepped into the room with a tray of tea. Three cups with saucers and one teapot. 
  "He's your lover. Well you want him to be," Sherlock responded standing up. 
 Crowley stared at him. Sherlock pointed to the seat in front of him offering him to sit down. Crowley looked at his shorter friend who gave him an apologetic look.

   "Don't mind him, he likes to show off," The shorter one of the 3 said. "please sit." Crowley took a moment before sitting in a nearby chair. Sherlock steepled his hands and stared at Crowley. 
   "So..your, friend, got pushed into a lake and disappeared? That's easy. Your friend mearly, teleported away as soon as he hit the lake, isn't that obvious? You are..how do you say..other worldly beings aren't you not?" Sherlock said, his gaze unmoving from Crowleys black sunglasses. Crowley didn't know how to respond, it seemed like such a simple explanation so how on earth did he not think of it? 
   "Don't pitty yourself. Most people are dumb enough to not think of it in a time of panick." Sherlock sighed, getting up from his chair and going to the kitchen without another thought or look to Crowley. Crowley sighed and teleported back to his apartment.