Sleepy Buddies [REWRITE] //Dreambur

Chapter 3- A New Recruit?

Dream hurried into the new office building, ignoring the news reporters. Their cameras were clicking and flashing brightly and he felt like he had been blinded. The sun was well into the sky and Dream glared even deeper. His picture would be all over the magazines, newspapers, and tabloids, he was sure of it.  He made it inside, breathing heavily. He was immediately greeted by Sapnap, who had a band aide on his head and papers in his hands.

"He's out," Sapnap gasped, leaning down and breathing like he had just run a marathon. "They broke Tubbo out of Pandora's Box."

"They did WHAT?!"

"I know, they actually did it. He's gone, and no one knows how. No signs of struggle, the guards didn't report anything suspicious, and no one else was touched. His cell was just... open!"

Dream faked a sigh of defeat, leaning against a wall. Inside he was jumping around, screaming joyfully at the top of his lungs. They had done it, they had gotten the kid out and survived. He didn't know that was even possible. He retained his confused, worried appearance though, he had no real reason to care for these people.

"That's not the worst part," Sapnap said, his face ashen. "This was the only thing they left behind." He held out the folder previously tucked under his arm and Dream took it with a confused hum. He turned it over and gasped.

It was Tubbo's case file, the one they had stolen only a few hours ago. There was a bloody handprint on the front, smeared just below the name. Dream cautiously opened it and felt his heart plummet. The entire file was covered in writing.

The original paper on Tubbo had barely legible graffiti that read things along the lines of "we're his family now, bitch," or, "his birthday isn't then assholes, can't you get it right?"

Dream flipped through the entire thing, staring wide eyes at the horrible mess the four had created for him. On the final page was his own brief summary about Tubbo and his formal plea for him to be released. It had been rejected a month ago. On it was the most problematic message of all.

"Hey Dream, I know we blew up your phone so call me whenever you get a new one. My number is (945)- 287- 7668! Much love, the sexy arsonist ;)."

[THIS IS NOT A REAL NUMBER AS FAR AS I KNOW, PLEASE DON'T CALL IT! It's a really simple Easter egg, and I'm giving a cookie to the person who figures it out. AGAIN, DO NOT CALL THIS! IT IS NOT MY NUMBER OR THE NUMBER OF ANYONE I KNOW.]

Dream choked a little, staring at the number in horror. Sapnap snorted darkly.

"I'm guessing you got to it?"

"I am so fucking dead," Dream swore, dread coursing through him. "When am I getting hauled in?"

"In about half an hour, maybe less. My suggestion is going home and playing hookie."

"Sapnap they're gonna cart me off," Dream said, terrified. He knew what new punishments were being worked on and invested in. He knew the sick, twisted mind Schlatt had. "I'm gonna lose my job and my life!"

"I don't know what to tell you man, I'm sorry," Sapnap said, putting his hand on Dream's shoulder. "Look, just go home and wait it out. I'll back you up as best as I can. I'm sure you'll come out of it fine, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Dream snorted thickly and put the folder in his bag. No one would care about who he was, all they would care about is the connection to the criminals. The unspeakable horrors they would inflict on him made him shudder, he would rather die than be subjected to them. He would probably end up dying anyways. Sapnap let go of him, scanning around the unfamiliar office building the police department had been shoved into temporarily.