The Devil's Puppet

≪•◦Chapter 4.2❈Tracker◦•≫

It has been two days. Two long and dreadful days. After George had returned from speaking with Jackson, he noticed his parents were gone. Although they often left the house together without taking either car, it was unusual for them to leave without a note on the table or a simple message to their son so, when George realized that his parents were nowhere to be found in their home, a horrible feeling washed over him.

He's thought of all possibilities for why his parents would leave unnoticed and none of them made sense. When the first day passed without his parents, he thought they must've gone out to a party or a mini business trip for a few days. However, he realized neither thought was reasonable by the time the sunset. His parents were the type to ensure George knew when they'd come back so he wouldn't worry, especially since they found out about the Smiling Man when he first struck a couple of years ago.

By the second day came and ended, the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach grew. Dream had gone over, making a thorough search of the house. He had gone up to George, telling him there was nothing signifying whether his parents were in danger or not. However, that feeling didn't leave, even with Dream's reassurance. He'd say, that if Stanely ordered someone to take George's parents, he'd know about it.

"Ugh!..." George groaned, shoving his face into his pillow. He screamed as loud as he could, feeling tears begin to spill. He gasped as he pushed himself up, staring at the wet splotches on the pillow. He rolled his eyes as he sat up, roughly wiping away the tears. "Why..?" he asked. "First Sapnap... then Sam... now my parents?"

George frowned, "What did I do to deserve any of this?"

Brrriiing~

The Brit slowly turned to look at his phone. It sat, face down, on his desk.

Briiiiing~ "Incoming call from 'Dream.'"

George sighed as he reached for the device, hopping off the bed. He answered the call, standing in the center of his bedroom. Staring at the billboard hung on the wall, pictures of his friends and family filled it to the brim. "Hello?"

"Hey! Are you okay?" Dream asked.

"Are you?" George replied.

Silence.

"Right--" the blonde sighed. "Have they shown up?"

"No, they haven't. I still have a bad feeling about everything..." George said, trailing off as he turned away from the billboard. "Can you come over again? Maybe search in places where you wouldn't typically hide something."

The Brit could hear the other sigh on the other side of the line. "Okay. Do you have a shovel?" he asked.

George tilted his head, "Why the hell would I have a shovel?"

"Doesn't your dad plant flowers? He should have a shovel."

"He... right. It should be in the garage outside," George said.

"Great. I'll be on my way," Dream said.

George sighed as he hung up the call, dropping his phone onto the bed. "Now... to wait." He sat down, covering his face with the palms of his hands.

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Dream groaned as he shoved the shovel into the dirt, pushing it upward. He sighed as he turned to look at George. The Brit stood back, watching anxiously. He messed with his phone as he watched the blonde. Dream turned away, "You know... I could use some help here!"

George shook his head, "You're better at this thing."

The blonde rolled his eyes, groaning as he threw the shovel to the side. He got on his knees, rolling up his sleeves. He shrugged as he dipped his hands into the dirt, pulling handfuls out. Suddenly, he felt something solid underneath. "I think I got something," he said, getting a tight grasp on the item. "What is it?" George asked.

Dream pulled out the item, staring at it in shock. He turned to look at George. "It's..." he started. George's eyes widened as his mouth dropped open. "It's a gun..." Dream finished. He quickly stood up, messing with the weapon. He scoffed, "This thing is loaded and it's from Stan's weaponry."

"So... Stanely was here when I was busy with Jackson," George said.

Dream nodded, "Yeah, seems that way. But... how the hell did he know you weren't home?"

George shrugged, staring at Dream for answers. The blonde shook his head, shoving the gun into the Brit's hands. "What-- what am I going to do with this?!" George exclaimed.

"Just hold it!" Dream spat, patting his hands against George's shoulders and chest. The Brit stared in confusion. "I'm checking for something," the blonde said, groaning in annoyance after finding nothing. Suddenly, he spots George's phone on the grass. He quickly grabs the device, flipping it around in his hands.

He sighs as he takes the phone case off, finding a small piece of hardware fall out. A bright red flash could be seen through the grass. George tilted his head, "Is that what I think it is?"

Dream nodded, "Yes. Stanely put a tracking chip in your phone... he must've done it when you left it in the office by accident that one day."

George stumbled back, letting his back hit the wall of the house. Dream ran his hand through his hair. "He's done the same to me when I first joined. But instead, it's actually in my arm," the blonde quietly laughed, "He's smart... he knew either of us were going to pull something behind his back."

"But... he wouldn't have known what I was talking about with Jackson, right?" George asked, letting himself slide down onto the ground. "Right?"

Dream grabbed the hardware, "He's used the same type of chip he implemented inside me. Not only is it a tracker, it's a hearing device, too. When he checks it, he could choose whether to listen in on you, see where you are, or both."

George let his head hang low, watching as the grass went blurry. "What did he do to my parents...?"

Dream turned to look at the Brit, staring worriedly. "We'll find out."

To Be Continued. :)