You promised || DREAMNOTFOUND

QUADRAGINTA OCTO

3RD PERSON POINT OF VIEW THIS CHAPTER

Everyone froze, no matter what they where doing. they froze.

the excruciating pain started in everyone's wrists, phil catching it first and bolting out of his office.

Phil immediately went to the main rooms, seeing who set the alarm off. He practically ignored everyone rushing into the room.

Then he found who set it off and why.

"what the hell is happening" noah and techno rushed up the stairs, skipping 3-4 at a time

"dream fell into a trap" phil sighed as he pulled up every screen on every possible angle of what was happening

Phil turned around and saw everyone in the room, lily was scared and everyone could tell, she stood close to daryl and charlie as she watched her brother get arrested

everyone's eyes stared at clay standing in the middle of the bar with dozens of police officers with guns pointed at him.

"holy shit" noah started as he caught the deadman

"what" phil immediately darted his attention to noah then back at the screens, trying to see what he missed

"no fucking way" then techno caught on

phil was still clueless

technos body fell backwards, losing his balance wasn't something usual. After all he saw the deadman.

"phil look in the corner" noah pointed at one of the screens, his muscular fingers shaking slightly as he pointed to a specific spot.

everyone's attention immediately froze as they saw the man. Their eyes, their breathing, movement, everything they possibly could have done was stopped.

Emotions where out in the open as various words and mumbled filled the room.

"There's no fucking way" nick saw the man with a gun pointed at his best friend and his mind went blank. He couldn't believe his eyes

everyone's minds where blank and racing at the same time as the bright ivory colored screens blazed into their eyes with a man they all thought was dead.

phil's eyes where frozen, trying to process what he was looking at

"he's alive" technos voice was quiet and shy as he slowly backed away

phil didn't know what to say, along with everyone else who either didn't know him or didn't know how to react.

"how the hell is he alive, we watched him-" nick started but he stopped himself before anything else slipped

"i don't- i don't know" phil's words stuttered as he stared at the man they all once loved.

"dad how the hell-" nikis voice chimed in as she stared at the screens with everyone else.

"he's fucking alive" techno exclaimed, his arms shooting into the air with excitement and almost with achievement.

"techno it's been 3 years we don't know if he's the same person" phil tried to reason with the man but technos mind was already fogged.

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Jshlatt, better known as shlatt, he was a big part of the family. He was one of the worlds most feared along with dream. But after a mission went wrong, techno couldn't save him. Everyone watched him die. Techno became very depressed for over a year, his true adrenaline never returning after the incident.
Techno and shlatt where one of the closet bonds in the entire group, if not the most close. They where sent on missions without backup and would have it done without a single flaw. It was amazing how well they went together. But then shlatt died, everyone watched the building go up in flames and explode with him still inside. He was presumed dead.
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"it doesn't matter he's still alive" technos voice was ecstatic and over exited for him.

no one moved but they just stared as clay rested his arms after messaging the sensitive wrist. Then his eyes wandered the room, trying to find any camera.

Everyone in the family who goes in the field gets a com device put into their ears, surgically and non removable. painful at first but as you can tell, definitely worth it and helpful in times. it's non-visible and it has more coverage than most government mics anyway.

So daryl chimed in, his voice ringing through the room and through dreams ear.

"dream you have to go in, there's to many of them" daryl's voice was slow as he still processed what he was looking at. Who he was looking at.

Now this is where a lot of people get lost in translation, Dream could easily take all these men out without even breaking a sweat, But there are to many for someone not to notice.

dream visibly sighed and nodded slightly, barley enough to see unless you where looking at it.

Then everyone watched as he slowly raised his hands, interlocking his fingers behind his head.

then he stepped down on his left knee, then his right, leaving himself vonurble for the police.

Immediately he was flooded with me around him, a couple bolstering their weapons and most keeping them armed and pointed directly at his head. He was in deep shit.

"what about his blades" nick immediately shot back as he got cuffed and stood up

"we will figure that out when it comes to it." phil started but he truly didn't know

"More importantly" wilbur chimed in, searching the screens for someone or something in specific

"where the bell is george" wilbur's voice broke, he was terrified for him. Now wilbur wasn't always the most affirming person but his best friend? the kid he grew up with? was missing. It shattered his bones and made his legs feel like mesh.

Phil found the extreme concern towards george into consideration but didn't think to much about it in the moment, after all dream was getting arrested and shlatt is secretly alive.

"He's probably outside somewhere i'll look" daryl immediately started typing nonsense into the computers and then the screen began flashing between cameras.

then one traffic light camera caught george, he was sitting, well kneeling, on the corner diners roof, staring directly into the bars front door windows. He watched his boyfriend get arrested and he didn't do jack shit. Well that's what nick was thinking anyway.

"george get out of there, you have his keys right?" daryl chimed into george's ear and george's head jerked at the sudden sound but nodded nothing the less.

he stood up, brushed off his clothing then turned around, jumping onto the fire escape and down. Until he reached the ground, then he jogged to the bright green car of dreams and hopped in, peeling onto the highway.

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