Sands Of Time 4

Chapter 3: Dream

Tommy and Tubbo walked down the street, heading towards Schlatt's home to seek guidance. Tommy thought that Schlatt could help them out, considering the fact that he already has before.

"Are you sure about this," Tubbo asked Tommy, looking at him.

"Of course, Tubbo. He's my childhood hero and Wilbur's old friend. Who else could I ask?"

The two reached the gate of Schlatt's enormous mansion. Tommy rang the doorbell while Tubbo looked on in awe. "I didn't expect it to be this big," Tubbo said.

"Of course it'd be this big, he's a millionaire."

"What, like Wilbur? They never fail to match each other... Even after all these years."

Soon enough, a security guard opened the gate for them. "Sir Schlatt has been expecting you."

"Of course he's been expecting me. I called him一!"

"Maybe have a couple ounces of respect," Tubbo scolded Tommy and hit him lightly on his arms.

They kept walking until they reached the very inside of Schlatt's mansion. They both looked around in awe, marveling at the beauty of every inch of it, from the expensive decor to the walls and marble floors.

"Welcome! Welcome to my... humble abode."

Tommy and Tubbo looked towards the speaker, and they were ecstatic. Schlatt opened his arms to showcase his home, but Tommy took this as an invite for a hug and started running towards his childhood hero, only to be denied.

Schlatt cleared his throat and fixed his tie and said, "So, Tommy, what did you want to talk about?" Tommy's face once filled with delight and joy was replaced by one filled with sorrow and hatred, reminded of what he really came there to ask.

"Schlatt, who do you think killed Wilbur, Phil, and Techno?"

Schlatt was taken aback, not expecting that kind of question from the kid. He'd most expect it coming from Tubbo, but not from Tommy.

"Do you think they got murdered?"

"Yes," Tommy answered firmly without any hesitation.

Tubbo joins in the conversation. "The police told us they were thinking Techno killed Wilbur and Phil and ended his own life afterwards."

"Basing off of just one lousy evidence that doesn't even prove much," Tommy added.

Schlatt held his chin, thinking deeply about what they had told him. "Didn't Bad hold their case? He doesn't do sloppy work."

Tubbo explained, "The case got transferred to another detective since the new chief of police assigned Bad to another case."

"That explains it."

Schlatt sighs. He starts walking towards the living room, motioning Tubbo and Tommy to follow him. "Have a seat."

They started discussing possible suspects, based on the events of the past and the motives they may have. All the people Tubbo and Tommy had thought about weren't plausible. Then finally, Schlatt remembered someone.

"How about Dream?"

It's been years since they have heard of that name, since no one at home dared utter it. "Dream. What about that bastard," Tommy asked.

"Well, didn't he and Wilbur have an argument about business in the past?"

Tubbo remembers this. "Yeah! They used to be business partners but they had a fight and decided to stop working with each other."

"How could it be Dream though?" Tommy thought that Dream wasn't a suspect at all. Sure business partners could fall apart and out of touch, but they wouldn't plant hate that deep, right?

Schlatt explained his thoughts, saying, "Perhaps Dream saw the immense success of Wilbur with his company in such a small amount of time. Jealousy and greed can fuel someone's drive to kill."

"We'll start from there," Tommy said, standing up and getting ready to leave. He propped up his backpack on his back and started walking towards the door. "Wait," Schlatt called. "Aren't you going to stay for a little bit? Have a small cup of tea with me?"

Tea. I hate tea. Tommy thought. "No thanks," he said without looking and walked away.

Tubbo follows after his brother, apologizing to Schlatt before they leave.

The gate closes behind them. Tubbo thanks the guard for accompanying them on the way out. The two stood there, Tubbo waiting for Tommy to lead. Tommy got his phone out and seemed to be typing in a few digits. He raised his phone to his ears and waited.

"Who are you calling," asked Tubbo.

"Sapnap."
"One of your online friends?"

"Yeah. Also one of Dream's closest friends. If anyone knew where Dream is, that would be him."

Finally, the phone was answered and a raspy voice saying "Hello?" can be heard on the other line.

"Sapnap. It's me, Tommy."

"Oh, Tommy. What's up? Condolences to you and Tubbo, by the way. Must be hard."

Tommy took a sharp breath. "Thank you. And yeah, it is."

"I'm sorry that happened."

There was a brief pause between them but Tommy decided to get straight to the point. "Sapnap, do you know where Dream's gonna be tonight?"

Sapnap scratched his head, looking at the mirror trying to fix his bed hair. "Uhh, yeah we'll be at the bar later."

"At the bar? Aren't you prohibited from drinking since you're not 21 yet?"

"Yeah... I just drive him there and I stay in the car for hours waiting for him." Sapnap groaned at the thought of it. Dream rarely drunk, but when he does, he makes his time worthwhile.

"Good. I'll meet you there."

"What do you mean you'll meet me there? You're a kid一."

Tommy ended the call and closed his phone, putting it in his pocket.

"He's gonna be at a bar later," he said as he turned to Tubbo. Tubbo hoped it was at a restaurant or something more child friendly lacking liquor, but those hopes were crushed quick. "How are we going to talk to him if he's somewhere we can't enter."

"What do you mean we can't enter?"

"We're minors, Tommy. We can't go into establishments like that."

"With the right IDs and mindset, we can."