Dream tapped his foot impatiently a couple hundred feet away from the accident. If this wasn't Sapnap then he was wasting his time.
He had gotten off the plane and immediately came back to town, searching like a hound dog for his lost man.
On his way back home he heard the faint sound of sirens and chose to follow his ears rather than his intuition.
Now he had been standing here for a solid twenty minutes, just watching people scurry around like chicken with their heads cut off.
Someone tugged on his sleeve and he looked to his left.
A man a few inches shorter than himself, and frown on his face.
Dream nearly rolled his eyes. Was he really about to get another number shoved at him when he was watching an obvious crime. "Hello?"
The other guy seemed shocked that he even spoke, "Hi!"
"Did you need something?"
"Yes! Well I guess I don't need it. I guess it is reall-"
"Spit it out."
A red flushed took over the entirety of the man's face. "My name is Shaun and I was wondering if I could have your number?"
Dream resisted the urge to hit the other guy upside the head. "I don't have a phone, thank you for asking."
Shaun cringed and rubbed the back of his head. "Alright then, uh sorry to bother you." He turned tail and began on his way towards the crime.
"Wait!"
Shaun looked up, an uncertain look on his face. "Look, I am sorry I was rude. I've just had a long day. But do you know anything about what's going on here?"
The other man paused and shrugged his shoulders. "All I've heard is stab wound. They took the guy to the nearest hospital, but for now they are just looking for the killer."
Killer? Dream's world stopped for a moment. There could only be a killer if someone was dead. "Well stay safe Shaun." He turned around and began a brisk walk towards the hospital.
As he walked away a police officer jogged over to him. Oh great. Another thing to slow him down. "Sir, is it okay if I ask you a few questions?"
"I wish I could help you officer, but I just got here from a plane flight. You all were already here when I showed up."
"No, I don't have questions about the scene, I have questions about the victim. Do you live in this area?"
Dream tensed up. "Yes, I've lived here for a while."
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