I will find you // Dreamnotfound

Chapter 3. Origins

Dream thought about the day he met George. It happened a few years ago. It was an important day for Dream. He applied that day on Badboyhalo's minecraft server, for a programming job since he knew his ways around coding. He got it and soon he was a developer of the server. He was coding and then he found George. He messaged him about what his plans were for the server and they talked about what they could do to improve it.

That day was the day they first talked. And it was all because of Badboyhalo and his minecraft server. They began to develop the server and make projects together. They started talking more and more about minecraft and themselves.
They learned each others name and some personal informations like age, where they were from and little things like these. They eventually began to play minecraft together on servers and talk to each other.

Dream told George about Sapnap and he joined playing with them too. The three of them would play every now and then and code together. They learned so many things about each other and soon they were friends. It wouldn't pass a week without them talking and spending time together. Not even the college that George was going to would stop them from doing what they love, just the three of them.

Bad joined them too, but he wasn't as active as George or Sapnap. The four of them became friends in such a short time. They knew almost everything about each other. They would never forget about each other and would stick together to matter what.

Dream felt like these years passed too quickly. He felt like just yesterday he applied as staff on bbh's server and became friends with George.

But years passed. Many memories were made and he can remember the times where they would stay up late at night and just play and keep each other company. It felt so good and so real.

They are his bestfriends. No one could ever replace them. Not Bad, not Sapnap and definitely not George. They will stick together no matter what. Dream promised. And he never breaks his promises. Everyone knows that. He is not a good liar so he never lies. It's just a waste of time.
Sapnap knows him the best. He could never lie to him. He would find out very fast and it would just get worse.
He promised to never lie to them. Never, he said.

But he is lying right now. He is lying to himself and to his friends. He lies when he says that he's okay. He is not. At least not in the last few weeks.

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"Shit" Dream cursed when he almost hit the car in front of him.
He was not thinking straight and this is not the best option to do when you find yourself in traffic.

He was driving home. It was late and he knew he shouldn't be on the streets. As he was turning right to enter his neighbourhood he spotted a drug store with a big clock attached to it.

11.37 pm it said. He was surprised. Dream knew he drove for like hours but he didn't think it would be this much. He was driving since morning with little stops to go to the bathroom and buy himself something to eat and hydrate.

He drove all day long. He was now over thinking. Did something happen to my friends? Do they think I died? Are they okay? Did they even realise I was gone? Did any of them message me?

Did George message me? Did he felt that embarrassed that he even stopped being interested in me?

He was now turning left entering a path in the woods. He passed the big lake house before he parked his car in front of a medium sized house, with a big back garden and a white garage. The house was bought by him almost two years ago because he wanted one to be away from humans eyes. If he really wanted to have a career that involved keeping his identity secret, he needed to be alone, unrecognisable. It was so beautiful so he had to buy it. It is surrounded by lots of green, tall trees and near him was the lake I was talking about and the summer house. But nobody was even staying there. The old man that lived there died last year.

He was thinking of buying it from his family to prevent any people living there. That's why he was saving some money. Maybe in the future his friends would go and live there. With him. But not now.

He got out of his car, locked it and disappeared in the darkness of his porch before his sensor light turned on by his slow movements.

He locked the door and got his shoes off going straight to his room to find his phone. It was now dead because he didn't plug it in. In the time that he waited for his phone to start, he put his car keys on his desk, turning on his pc.

He heard the sound of his phone staring. He got down on his bed and relaxed. It was cold and so comfortable that he didn't even want to get out of it.

Dream took his phone in his hand with the charger still in. He unlocked it and what he thought were a hundred messages started to appear on his screen. He couldn't do anything. His screen was filled with dms and misssed calls from his friends. From Badboyhalo, from Sapnap, from George, even from Skeppy.
There were 40 and a few missed calls. He was shocked at how many there were.
The messages were flooding his phone screen. All of his discord server was spamming him. Private dms from George and Sapnap in which they were saying that they were worried and Dream should call back as soon as he saw them.

"DREAM! DREAM ANSWER US. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He read as he was scrolling in the chat with Sapnap. "George and me are worried about you. Everybody is. You haven't even been online since morning. Since fucking 6 am. Call me back, okay?"

"You've never done this Dream. Please answer us. I swear to god if this is a joke and nothing happened to you, I am going to kill you." George said. "Was it because of this morning? Did you think I didn't want to talk to you anymore? Did I hurt you? DREAM PLEASE TALK TO ME." He was desperate. George was so desperate and worried about him.

He cares about me. Dream thought. He thought it was cute and he felt... happy?

The blonde guy felt happy that George was thinking about him. That he cared about him and that he was scared that something happened.

George cared.

He was now happy, like as if all of his problems went away. He was now the happiest person in the world.
Because his friends cared about him. But not just his friends. George.

"I am okay, George." Dream typed and as soon as the message was sent, a loud sound was blasting through his phone. It was a phone call.

George was calling him.