Murders

Part 4

The duo walked up to the pearly white oak door, glancing at each other, Morgan heavily knocking on it.

"Hello?" A tired thirty year old opened the door, gazing at the two agents. His brown eyes locked with the electrical blue ones, looking him up and down.

"We're from the fbi, my name is agent Simons, and this is Agent Morgan, we need to ask you some questions about the murder of Luke Romerez, Zak Ahmed and the missing case of Karl Jacobs." He watched the hurt form in the olders eyes, something familiar about the way he fiddled with his beanie.

"Yea of course come on in."

The three sat down at a glass table, it had five signatures in the corner of it. The icy orbs lingered on it, tilting his head reading them.

Gogy

Karlos

Pissbaby

Samsung refrigerator

Short

"Can you tell us the relations of these three?" Morgan started off, while the twenty six year old gazed at the room, eyes fixating on a black and white photo, of young blonde and what he assumed to be younger Alex.

"Well, they were all on the Dream smp. Zak and Luke went by punz and skeppy though."

"Who's that?" Tommy questioned pointing up at the photo, Alex frowned as he glanced at it.

"That's me and my old friend Tommyinnit- I don't know why i still have it up there, I knew his for two years and then that was ten years ago."

"I'm sorry but Who's Tommyinnit?" The ruffly golden blonde asked, he noticed that the older winced at that question solemnly gazing at the young man.

"He was a British teenager who was loud brashful dumbass who left with just a letter, leaving over seven million people and his best friends." Remaining to keep eye contact with the child.

"Call Garcia, and get a location of where this kid is." Morgan demanded, Tom pulled out a phone dialing her number.

"Hey Garcia, can you give us a location on a old streamer named Tommyinnit?" He heard clacking of her keyboard, but then it stopped a loud silence went through out the call.

"Tom? You are Tommyinnit."

"What- how? Why wouldn't I remember that?"

"Maybe you spent so much time pushing them out of your head, that it actually happened I mean you solely focused on fbi school and that only." He heard a silent gasp, then she spoke up.

"Someone just went missing, his name is George Davidson."

TIME SKIP

The blonde fluffy hair was tucked away in a beanie as he hobbled towards the pub, his gaze focusing on the concrete floor.

When he got in there, he asked for a shot of vodka, his goal was to get hammered.

Later in the night, a brunette stumbled next to him, giggling as he looked at him. "You look like shit." The thirty three year old spoke.

"Yea I figured- hic- out I used to be a YouTuber and I-I have no memory of it and I-I'm doing a case that involves all of them."

"L-Look man, i-iit seems c-cool bbut when I met up with my old y-YouTuber friends it went to shit, I m-mean I used to be in love with one of them but it waas all shhit." He slurred out.

"W-what was your name?"

"Smii7y. But someone is going to be fucked up in that group of friends, I'm serious."