Heavenstruck (Guardian Angel AU)

Where are you?

The first thing Dream did with that information was plug the name GeorgeNotFound into every website he could under the cover of the night. There was no way George didn't know what Dream was doing when Dream excused himself from the dinner table early, but that was fine; Dream figured conducting investigation right there in front of George would be a tad rude.

The results were strange, to say the least.

Nothing popped up when he typed the name into Instagram or Twitter, but there were multiple for other platforms. GeorgeNotFound on YouTube was a small channel with less than a hundred subscribers. GeorgeNotFound on Twitch had an even fewer amount of followers. Both platforms had the same profile picture and biography. In fact, they linked to each other, meaning George must've had at least some videos up.

But it was all expunged. It was like somebody had gone through everything manually and wiped it clean.

George couldn't have done it himself right before Dream uploaded his video. He wouldn't have. George had trusted him with what could be the key to his past life; Dream would put his trust in George, too. Besides, George didn't seem to care too much about what happened to his identity online after he died. The only person who did was...

Ah. His friend must've purged those accounts.

But why would that friend leave the accounts themselves behind? He surely must've known how to completely wipe them from existence if he completely purged the rest of George's identity everywhere else. On top of that, the profile picture and biographies were left completely untouched. If he went as far as deleting every video that was uploaded or streamed, why not delete those, too?

Dream looked further. No channel was listed under George's affiliated channels or his streamer suggestions. They were either deleted or nonexistent.

There he was at another dead end. George clearly thought there was something more here; he wouldn't have chosen this specifically as a hint otherwise. There had to be something more beyond the surface.

... Was he seriously going to write another Java script to scrape for any mention of GeorgeNotFound? That seemed to be the only option left.

That and George had trusted him with that username for a reason. He had made that bet for a reason. Even if he didn't want to outright tell Dream about his past life, he set the breadcrumbs in a methodical manner in front of Dream, trusting he was smart and determined enough to crack the case. Trusting he cared enough to crack the case.

And he was right: Dream cared more than he liked to admit.

Dream groaned and opened Eclipse.

The plug-in for his next video would have to wait. George was far more important than any YouTube video.

Actually...

Dream opened his video on YouTube and scrolled down to the description. He had included a link to his Twitter in the description, but maybe he should—

Yeah.

Dream smiled and read the new addition to himself.

"Special thanks to George :)"

*

"What script is this for?" George asked, pausing from his humming. He swung his legs back and forth from his spot on a clean part of Dream's work desk. "You were working in Python for the client from yesterday, weren't you?"

Dream shrugged and opened a word document. He typed, Project for a new client. Kinda threw the Python project on someone else.

George scoffed and rolled his eyes, but Dream spotted the split second smile from the reflection of his monitor. "You're the worst type of coworker, you know that?"