alone. (dreamnotfound)

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imessage
dream
you know that extra car we have?

imessage
quackity
yes, why?

imessage
dream
i need you to come pick me up. now.

imessage
quackity
alright i'm in my way and i'll try to hurry.

quackity's heart was racing. what's happening? is dream in trouble? i mean, he has been gone for almost an hour now..

he got out of bed and put some shoes on and unlocked his door then walked down the hallway until he saw a door that led to the garage where the extra car was at.

he opened the door to the garage and saw it sitting there. it wasn't anything special, just your average, plain, silver mom car.

he hastily opened the door to the drivers side and opened the garage door, revealing a rocky road that eventually leads out to a highway after miles of driving on it.

quackity quickly put the keys in and turned them, causing the car to turn on. he put it in reverse and started to back out.

he drove on the rocky road for what seemed like forever. eventually he made it to the highway and started driving to where he thinks dream would be.

once he arrived at the grocery store, he saw cops standing outside of cop cars in the parking lot he was pulling into.

"shit. what has he gotten himself into now?" quackity asks himself, worried about what happened to dream and where he's at.

but then he saw a running figure out of the corner of his eye wearing a black hoodie that has a white smiley face on it and some black jeans.

he knew exactly who it was.

he slowly started driving towards the figure, motioning for him to walk towards his car.

he noticed quackity giving him a motion to his car and started running towards that direction. he jumped into the front passenger seat, telling quackity to go.

luckily, none of the police noticed them driving away.

"what the hell happened back there?" quackity asked dream as they pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the highway headed back to their place.

"well, i guess i got recognized.. somehow. i don't know how the hell it all happened so fast.. it just- someone just walked up to me and gasped and walked away, and pulled out their phone to call the police.. and yea. here we are now." dream replies, looking out the window just to see a long line of trees in his view.

"maybe i should go out and buy groceries from now on, dream." quackity said in response, eyes on the car in front of them.

-time skip-

they pulled into the driveway and into the garage where they would park their car.

"shit shit shit. what about the other car?" dream realized, getting out of the car.

"does it have a license plate on it?" the beanie boy asked.

"no.." dream retorted, hand to his forehead in disbelief and thought.

"then we're fine. they won't find where we live or figure out any of our information. screw that old van anyways, it was a huge scrap piece of shit. let's go inside now." quackity said, unlocking the garage door and opened the door to meet a cinnamon smell as they both walked in.

the scent being really strong as they walked in, giving them both headaches.

"can we change the scent in here? it gives me a fucking headache as soon as i walk in through the doors." quackity asks, gaze pointed towards dream, waiting for an answer or at least a reply.