(you're Sherlock Holmes) (Modern au)

John Newly returned from The Afghan war, hes been back in London for 2 weeks, he couldn't afford rent alone, but he didn't know who'd wanna live with... Him but his friend standford said he knew someone, so here he was in front of 221B Baker street with his little amount of luggage

he rings the bell

a pretty and middle aged lady opens the door

Miss. Hudson : "Morning love, are you the new Roommate?" John H. Watson : "yes, that would be me, My names John H. Watson, it's nice to meet you" Miss. Hudson : "You can call me Miss hudson, just up the stairs, and theres your flat, don't.. Mind... Your flatmate.. Hes always like that"

she let's him in and leaves, John is confused 'always like that' weird, he takes out the key Miss Hudson gave him, and unlock the door, it's a weird smell, not bad in that.. No... No it's definitely bad, and very messy, theres a guy with messy wavy hair sitting in a arm chair... And there... Was a human.. Skull next to him

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