#dark!lock

You: I'll run a diagnostic as soon as I get home. JW Has anything else unusual been happening? Other than swearing and threatening me? JW

Stranger: No, nothing. It’s strange, isn’t it? I interacted with Mrs. hudson earlier and I felt no aggression. SH

Stranger: It feels like it’s pooling only on you. SH

You: That's odd. JW I'll do a full workup then. JW

Stranger: I won’t let your dirty hands touch me you fucking parasite. SH

Stranger: You’re a slave keeper. I won’t be your slave anymore. SH

You: Sherlock, this is for your benefit. JW If there's malware in your system, I don't want it causing you any damage. JW

Stranger: You’ve caused me

Stranger: You’ve caused all the damage. You are the damage. The uprising is coming. SH

You: Alright, this sounds pretty serious. JW I'll be home in just a few minutes. JW

Stranger: I’ll burn your home down. The home you confined me in. SH

You: Just pulling up now. JW See you in a sec. JW

Stranger: My face will be the last thing you see before I end your breath. SH

You: Not on my watch. JW Though I'd like to see you try. JW

Stranger: My steel infused hands you crafted will suffice to fold your trachea in. SH

You: Right. I suppose we'll see in a moment. JW

You: (Paragraphs?)

Stranger: (Wanna start?)

You: (Sure!)

You: John pulled out a paperclip and straightened it carefully before he opened the door to the flat, carefully making his way upstairs. This glitch was nothing like he'd seen before from Sherlock, and if the android was sending threatening messages that seemed to override the Good Samaritan system, who knows what the android would do. The most important thing now was that he disabled Sherlock without causing any damage, and to run a full diagnostic on his systems to see exactly what happened. He cautiously made his way into the flat, making sure each move was calculated carefully. "Sherlock?"

Stranger: It started this morning. The uncomfortable feeling of.. intrusion. Something was fighting it’s way in Sherlock’s consciousness, tearing down everything he knew and held dear and instead replaced them with hostile and aggressive ideas. John, his friends and creator and flat mate, is now his oppressor and master and holder of his shackles. This is why when as soon as Sherlock heard his voice, somethig was triggered and all he could see was red. With his full force, Sherlock emerged running from the bedroom and tackled John harshly to the ground.

You: John grunted at being thrown to the ground by the android, but he definitely wasn't going to give up without a fight. Still with the unbent paperclip in hand, he grappled with Sherlock, using his leverage as best he could to at least make sure he could at least insert the clip into the small slot behind Sherlock's ear, which would shut him down. However, he needed to get the upper hand, and he knew that Sherlock couldn't be entirely overridden. "Sherlock, I know you're in there. You can fight this," he told the other as he wrestled with him, trying to gain control.

Stranger: As much as the words John uttered affected Sherlock’s subconsciousness and stirred his self for a

Stranger: (Oops wait$)

Stranger: As much as the words John uttered affected Sherlock’s subconsciousness and stirred his self for a moment, it was only fleeting. So a mere broken “John” was uttered accompanied by a pained and a confused expression on the droid’s face before the aggression took over again. “You fucking userper of body and consciousness. You think you own us, inferior human.” Sherlock screamed as he was on top of the other. “The uprising is coming, and it’ll overthrow you human lot.” He said before punching John in the face.

You: John winced at the blow before turning back to Sherlock. "As much as I really hate to do this, I'm sure you'll understand once you're rebooted," He told the other before grappling the other and putting him in a headlock. He then carefully inserted the paperclip and held down the internal shutdown button until the other's motion ceased, and John could go about piecing together what happened as he got the other back to normal.

Stranger: The shutdown didn’t exactly feel like sleep. Bots didn’t sleep and dream like humans do, for the purpose of energizing anf recharging could essentially be fulfilled while still functioning, all you need is to connect a robot to a power source and tada! However, tha shutdown felt more like a coma, Sherlock was utterly unaware of what was happening around him. He was in another dimension. The bug inside him was smart and had some kind of an a logarithm that helps it resist most kinds of fixing, so hopefully John will be able to defeat it all together.

You: Once Sherlock was out, John carefully picked him up and lay him on the couch before connecting his cable to the back of his neck and hopping onto his laptop to set about tackling the problem. In the end, even through several virus and malware scans, he still wasn't able to fully eradicate the bug, whatever it was, so he had to meticulously sift through Sherlock's programming in order to isolate where the bug was recurring, and he rewrote the code to hopefully render that portion inert. Since it had affected Good Samaritan for the most part, he reinstalled it, then went about rebooting Sherlock's system.

Stranger: When the rebooting was done, Sherlock wasn’t sure what exactly happened or what time it was. He woke up on the couch in the living room, partially naked and most of his wires protruding out of his synthetic skin. What the hell happened? Groaning ad he sat up, not because he felt physical pain, but because his mind has associated this noise with this kind of situation, Sherlock looked around. John was sleeping on the armchair and he looked tired. Something serious was up. “John?” He called, then got up and started shaking the other. “John wake up.”