Famous Last Words;Dreamnotfound

Chapter 1

' "They couldn't hit an elephant at this distance." He said before getting shot.'

Irony. That's all George could think as he sat in his office. He is a detective, a good one at that. His partner Clay -Or Dream as his code name- had an office just down the hall from him. They worked on cases often, and always solved them before the deadline. They were popular for that in itself, but it helped business that Dream had a good face and figure..

The brunette huffed at the thought and continued scrolling through Famous Last Words. It was his go to pass time when they weren't busy. Dream would call him a death nerd, though he'd enjoy reading through them too. George flinched as sunlight sunk in through the blinds, and before he could check the time he heard a knock at his door. "Come in." His voice was rough and scratched, he only then noticed how thirsty he was.

His blonde friend made his way into the room, rubbing his own eyes of exhaustion-probably just waking up. They both lived walking distance from the office, but sometimes George would stay over the night. Dream walked over and sat a cup of coffee down, "Sleep well?" He asks taking a sip of his own.

He hesitated before answering, "A wise man once said, fuck sleep." He brought the mug to his lips and relished in the burning sensation. Dream smirked and sat down in a chair in front of George's desk, cross legged. He rested his head on his hand which was propped on his knee, setting his own mug on the desk. "Well that 'wise-man' is gonna die from being sleep deprived."

" 'Die my dear? Why, that's the last thing I'll do!' Groucho Marx." He recited with a hum. Dream sighs, "Yeah, his final words though." To which the brunette only replies with a simple shrug. "Well lucky you I stopped by your house and got a pair of clothes. They're in the bathroom, get washed up we have a client today." He states grabbing his drink and leaving.

He groaned annoyedly and got up, stretching only for 'pops' to be heard from his body. This was the first time he'd gotten up within a fifteen hour radius, and to say the least, he was sore. He slowly stumped to the bathroom located at the end of the hall, and begrudgingly took a shower.

***

As he made his way to Dream's office, -where the held the visits- he could hear a voice behind the doors. That's really if you could even calm it that; it was more of a sobbing than it was talking. He quietly opened the door and sat in the chair next to Dream, who looked slightly nervous. "U-uhm...ma'am this is my partner George. He will be recording our conversation and writing down any useful notes." He introduced.

George held out his hand, "Hello mi-" "THANK YOU SO MUCH!" She sobbed gripping his hand forcefully and shaking it. Once George had to practically pull his hand away, he winced at the cramping feeling it left. She was in hysterics to say the least.

"So...uhm..what brings you here today?" Dream asks "Ri-right.." she wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. George started the recording, "My little boy has gone missing..-" she starts off, and the two makes exchange glances. "Ma'am...a simple missings report goes to the police dep-" "Let me finish!" The woman snapped, interrupting Dream. He gulped and let her continue.

"A couple of weeks ago my little boy Tommy went out with his friend and older brother to walk around town.." she began. George raised his hand for her to pause, "What's the friend and older brothers name?" He intervened. She nodded, "Tubbo Blossom is his friend..same age as Tommy..16 years old...and his older brother is Wilbur Soot..who's 19 years old..Tommy is actually adopted though, both parents passing away.." she informs, to which George writes down.

She continued the story, George taking notes and asking questions every now and then. "They got hungry after a but and decided to walk to the store. All the boys feet hurt, so Tommy offered to go in and let them sit outside in the side of the road. After twenty minutes they got suspicious and went in, only to find, he was nowhere in sight..after three days of him not returning, I put in a missing persons reports..a week goes by..then two..before I receive a box on my doorstep with a recorder." She paused. "What did it say?" Dream asks, to which the woman pulls it out and places it on the table. "Listen for yourself."

He hesitantly grabs it and looks to George before pressing play, being greet with a lowish -annoying- voice. "I have your son Tommy, along with two others. You can have your precious baby boy, and I'll release the others if you get me six thousand dollars by November seventh, or else..-" a scream is heard in the background and it ends. November seventh.. that's exactly a week away.

"I received it four days ago..and figured you two should be better for the job.." Dream nods with her finishing off. "How much..?" She asks quietly, and George eyes her. She was obviously poor, and she looked slightly malnourished. "Free." George's eyes widened as he shoots his head towards Dream, "We'll do it for free." The woman started sobbing again and thanking them, eventually leaving.

"Free!? Dream how am I supposed to eat this month?!" He panics and scolds. The taller man just opened a desk drawer, -where he kept all of his money- and gave the remainder to George. His eyes widened, "..H..how will you eat..?" He asked worriedly, looking from Dream, to the money, and back to Dream. He only smiles, "I have plenty of food at home." Liar. He was a liar, he had nothing at home, not even a can of beans, but he wouldn't tell George that. He cared for him more, maybe a little too much.

"Head to your office and start searching up the names mentioned. I'll re-listen to the recording and see if there is anything with we missed." And with that, the investigation was underway.