"What books!?" Sherlock scoffed. "What are you talking about? That's impossible, if someone has written anything about me, there's no way they could have--"
This Will Zimmerman seemed actually upset about this, and that was just as baffling as his ramblings.
"How could they...call...you..." A cold chill went down his spine as his brain caught up with his confusion, that had nothing to do with his cold-bloodedness. Someone from Will and Helen's world had apparently...somehow, inspired books to be written, but with his name (and abilities)?
"Protect her? Protect her from what?" He shook his head, feeling a bit lost in a whirl of possibility and just how did this bloody multiverse thing work? He'd been to different worlds, he'd experienced it firsthand, but it seemed like now the existential horror was hitting him.
"How can you know about me in your bloody world!?"
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"What books!?" Sherlock scoffed. "What are you talking about? That's impossible, if someone has written anything about me, there's no way they could have--"
This Will Zimmerman seemed actually upset about this, and that was just as baffling as his ramblings.
"How could they...call...you..." A cold chill went down his spine as his brain caught up with his confusion, that had nothing to do with his cold-bloodedness. Someone from Will and Helen's world had apparently...somehow, inspired books to be written, but with his name (and abilities)?
"Protect her? Protect her from what?" He shook his head, feeling a bit lost in a whirl of possibility and just how did this bloody multiverse thing work? He'd been to different worlds, he'd experienced it firsthand, but it seemed like now the existential horror was hitting him.
"How can you know about me in your bloody world!?"