Cross-posted from Fanfic Bake-off
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kiramaru7Title: Sherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the Sock Puppet Troll
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Author: kira
Words: 236
Rating: G
Summary: Sherlock finally figures out who’s been trolling him on John’s blog…
Warnings: none
For Ranuel, whose review inspired this fic…
Sherlock tapped away on the keyboard, that troll was getting really annoying and trying his patience worse than Moriarty ever had. Every time he thought he had the upper hand with that stupid twit, he would get trolled even worse. At first he thought it would be fun, trying to figure out who the bloody wanker was; all he would find was another sock puppet account. It was maddening, and the latest sock puppet, “PopMuzakFreek,” who he wished would have minded its own business and stuck to commenting on the latest pop-tart from Pop Idol, was no more real than the one that kept taunting him with messages saying he was either getting warmer or colder. He was ready to take John’s laptop and hurl it out the window, when it hit him… He knew exactly who the sock puppet troll was.
“Brilliant…” he said softly as he typed a reply. “You really had me, my dear Mycroft, but your fatal mistake was mentioning Top of Pop as John’s favorite show! Please! The man wouldn’t know the difference between Joe Perry and Katy Perry if he tripped over it. Wheeler Dealer is his favorite show!”
Ten minutes later, he had an email from John telling to grow up and stop hacking into his blog and another from Mycroft, telling him much the same thing. Smirking as he deleted both emails, Sherlock, closed the laptop. “Case closed…”
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Author: kira
Words: 236
Rating: G
Summary: Sherlock finally figures out who’s been trolling him on John’s blog…
Warnings: none
For Ranuel, whose review inspired this fic…
Sherlock tapped away on the keyboard, that troll was getting really annoying and trying his patience worse than Moriarty ever had. Every time he thought he had the upper hand with that stupid twit, he would get trolled even worse. At first he thought it would be fun, trying to figure out who the bloody wanker was; all he would find was another sock puppet account. It was maddening, and the latest sock puppet, “PopMuzakFreek,” who he wished would have minded its own business and stuck to commenting on the latest pop-tart from Pop Idol, was no more real than the one that kept taunting him with messages saying he was either getting warmer or colder. He was ready to take John’s laptop and hurl it out the window, when it hit him… He knew exactly who the sock puppet troll was.
“Brilliant…” he said softly as he typed a reply. “You really had me, my dear Mycroft, but your fatal mistake was mentioning Top of Pop as John’s favorite show! Please! The man wouldn’t know the difference between Joe Perry and Katy Perry if he tripped over it. Wheeler Dealer is his favorite show!”
Ten minutes later, he had an email from John telling to grow up and stop hacking into his blog and another from Mycroft, telling him much the same thing. Smirking as he deleted both emails, Sherlock, closed the laptop. “Case closed…”
