The picture above is Buckingham Palace in case you didn't know. So, FNAF_Fantasy wanted me to update yet again, and I am very happy to do so! Sorry I took so long to update, I had a hard time trying to come up with something good for all you fabulous people (that and I'm now obsessed with Undertale). Anyway, lets get this story rolling!!

~Aaron

        "Ugh, this place feels even creepier when it's abandoned." I muttered as we jogged to the entrance. "Mycroft should be here." Sherlock ignored my comment and swung the two large metal gates open with ease. "Ah, brother dearest, come in." A British man wearing a black pinstriped suit with a red handkerchief tucked in the pocket, a red tie, and a black umbrella slung over his shoulder. "Mycroft." Sherlock said curtly. "I see you brought friends." Mycroft mused. "I already know Dr. Watson, but who are the others?" He inquired. "Sean, Mark, and Aaron." Sherlock pointed at each of us as he said our names. "Wonderful. Follow me." Mycroft turned on his heel and strode towards the doors. "Even during an apocalypse, Mycroft still acts like he's in control." John snorted before following. Inside, the room was painted white with gold trim. In the center of the floor was the crest and the rest of the floor was velvet red. There was also a small, dull gold table, and two beige couches with brown pillows. "Now, you all can wait here while I prepare some food for you. You must be starving." Mycroft gestured towards the couch and stepped through a large white with gold trim doorway to what I presumed was the kitchen. In the hall, I could see large, glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. We all stood around for a moment before Mark shrugged and plopped onto the couch. Sean sat next to him, his eyes still looking kind of glassy and held a faraway look. John, Sherlock, and me remained standing. "So," I clapped my hands together awkwardly. The sound echoed throughout the entire palace. "I'm going to look around." "Don't get lost." John cautioned me. I nodded then started my trek through the different rooms. All of them seemed relatively the same, all of them white with gold trim with red velvet carpets and glass chandeliers, except there was different furniture in some of them. Finally, I came to the last door. When I pulled on the handle, I was surprised to find that it was locked. From inside, I heard the groan of an Uncured. "Holy shit." I breathed quietly, then ran back towards the room where the others were at as fast as possible.

~Mark

       "Okay, I hope you like leftover-" Mycroft came back in, then froze in the middle of the doorway. "Where's Aaron?" He scanned the room with mild concern. "He wanted to look around." I informed him. "Doesn't he know how dangerous it is to explore by himself?" Mycroft seethed through slightly gritted teeth. "Guys...you need to see this." Aaron panted slightly as he ran down the hallway that Mycroft went through before to get to the kitchen. "There's an Uncured here." The group exchanged glances, then at a sprint everyone except for Mycroft chased after Aaron hurriedly. Sure enough, when we reached the door that was locked, everyone could hear the Uncured inside. "Mycroft must of thought that the Uncured that he currently has locked in this room very important, could be the prime minister, but that would be highly unlikely, so most likely it's-" "It's parliament member Ms. Diane Abott." Mycroft interrupted Sherlock's deduction. "You're keeping her trapped here in case we find a cure." Mark stated incredulously. "Ah, you catch on fast." Mycroft smiled coldly. "Now, come with me." Mycroft tapped Sherlock with the tip of his umbrella before he walked back down the hallway. "I guess it isn't the craziest thing I've ever heard." Aaron muttered.

~Sean

        "This is what the chef made for me and the other employees yesterday....that is, right before he and everyone else got carried off by the Uncured." Mycroft motioned for us to sit at a long U-shaped table that was covered in a surprisingly clean white table cloth and silver platters piled with different dishes. There was even a couple of glass vases that held bouquet of red roses and various other flowers. The interior looked exactly like every other room I've been through, except the room was ten times larger than any of the other rooms. I exchanged uneasy glances with Mark. "That's comforting." I whispered to him sarcastically. Mark opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Sherlock. "So, how have you been brother dear?" He removed his black trench coat and draped it on the back of his plush red velvet colored chair. Underneath was a surprisingly clean, white button up shirt. "Oh the usual, just with less work and more staying indoors." He gave a wry smile and gently set his umbrella down on the floor. Mycroft sat at the end of the table, Sherlock sat to the left of him, John sat by Sherlock, Aaron sat to the right of Mycroft, Mark sat by Aaron, and I sat by John. Set before each of us was a gold knife, fork, and spoon wrapped in white napkins with lace edges, little white china teacups and white china plates. Feelingly slightly uncomfortable with how fancy everything was, I took the silverware out of the napkin and put the napkin on my lap to try and fit in. I looked over at Mycroft and saw that he was doing the same. Sherlock and John didn't seemed fazed with how extravagant everything was. "Help yourselves." Mycroft took his spoon and served mashed potatoes onto his plate. There was roast with carrots, creamy mashed potatoes, steamy corn on the cob, delicious smelling cakes, a kettle of tea, and a tray filled with a variety of crackers. I waited for everyone else to grab their food before I started filling my plate with cake, roast and mashed potatoes. "I'm glad all of you managed you get here safely." Mycroft took a dainty sip from his cup. I froze after picking up my fork and knife, images of Signe and the doctor lady whirling through my mind. John and Sherlock and the same pained expression in their eyes as well. Mark's concerned eyes turned in my direction. "You okay?" He mouthed. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then nodded and pushed the food on plate around, not really feeling hungry anymore. "I'm sorry if I said something...personal. May I inquire about what happened?" Silence filled the room for a couple of moments. "Signe, my girlfriend....she was taken by the Uncured and dropped out of the window of a three story building." I said barely above a whisper. "Molly was eaten alive by the Uncured....she sacrificed herself to be a distraction so we could escape." Sherlock stated coldly. "I see..."" Mycroft cleared his throat, clearly feeling flustered. "I'm just going to go get some rest. I'd suggest you all do the same once you finish. Sherlock will take you to your rooms." With that, Mycroft retrieved his umbrella from the floor, pushed his seat away from the table, stood up, and briskly left without saying another word. "I don't feel as hungry anymore." John pushed his plate away from him. Everyone else did the same. "All of you will be sharing a room except for John, Mycroft, and I." Sherlock slipped his arms back into the sleeves of his trench coat, then started walking down the hallway with us in tow. "Your room is here, bathroom to the right around the corner, and if you need Mycroft, John, or I, we'll be right across the hall, okay?" I nodded and opened the door to my room. Again, it had the white walls with gold trim, and red velvet carpet with the glass chandelier, but this time the doom had a queen sized bed with a scarlet duvet and white silk sheets in the corner. There was also a white dresser with three pairs of blue silk pajamas neatly folded on top. "Who's sleeping on the bed and who's sleeping on the floor?" Aaron took a set of pajamas and started taking his shirt off. Awkwardly, I avoided looking at him as he put on the pajamas. "Mark should have the bed." I removed my dirt and blood stained blue hoodie and t-shirt, then put the top on. For a brief second I caught Mark staring at my chest, then his eyes quickly stared at something else once he noticed I saw him. ""You guys should share the bed. I'll take the floor." Aaron took extra blankets and pillows out from the inside of the drawer, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep instantly. I felt my face heat up as I turned away from Mark and removed my jeans and replaced them with the pajama bottoms. "Hope you don't mind that I don't sleep with pants." Mark hopped onto the left side of the bed and slipped under the covers. I gathered the courage and turned back around, then climbed in bed. "Goodnight." Mark whispered in my ear. "If the fan girls saw this, they'd probably be freaking out so much right now." I chuckled. Mark laughed quietly in response, then turned over on his side and fell asleep. I turned over as well, closed my eyes, and let myself fall asleep to the combined rhythm of Mark and Aaron's light snoring.