^~MCYT Oneshots~^

<~DreamNotFound || A Murderer's Crush~>

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I pulled into my driveway and got out of my car. I pulled out my keys to lock the car and then to open my front door. My jaw dropped. My house had been trashed, someone broke in. I picked up my coat hanger and hung my coat on it. I first looked at my living room. The couch was upside-down and the tv was knocked over. Books had been thrown off my bookshelf. My kitchen was a similar mess. All cabinets were opened and some of the chairs were knocked over on the dining table. Then my bedroom. The sheets were ripped off my bed and my closet doors were open. Some of the clothes were laying on the floor.

Something was off about this break-in though. Nothing was broken nor stolen, which felt strange to me. Whoever broke in, their purpose was not to steal anything or to deliberately just make a wreak of my house. Leading me to believe that they broke in to do something to me. Kidnap me, kill me, or something else. They only trashed the house because they were trying to find me.

A sudden spark of realization chilled me to the bone. I thought back to what Nick said. Dream wasn't spying on us, he was spying on me. He looked for me at my house first, then when he realized I wasn't home, he went to the only other place where he'd think I'd be. And that's where I saw him.

After I finally cleaned up the mess, I was so exhausted that I just collapsed on my bed.

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It was the next day. I was woken up by my phone. I answered the call. "It's seven in the morning, this better be important," I said whilst rubbing my eyes.

"It is sir, there's been another murder by Dream."

If I wasn't awake already that sure as hell woke me up. "What?"

"You heard me sir. Two bodies, a man and woman. His killings are becoming more frequent, we need to up our security in the area."

"And you're sure it's him?"

"Yes, his signature style carved into the faces of both. There was also a message on the wall..."

"Continue?" I was confused on why they paused, usually he writes the same thing or something similar.

"I think it's best you see what it says in person. It's written directly to you."

"I...I'll be there right away," I said quickly and hung up. I got ready and headed out the door, only grabbing a piece of toast for breakfast.

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"I'm here," I said arriving at the scene. Someone pointed at the back wall that was covered in blood.

Come find me, George. I'm counting on it. :)

"Do you have some relation to the The Smile Killer?" A police officer questioned me.

I shook my head, "Not that I know of. Could be someone I knew when I was in school?"

They nodded. "If you don't mind, we'd like to monitor you. It's only for your own safety, seeing as it looks like you're his next target."

I shivered at the thought. "No, that's fine."

So now I have a bodyguard, you could say. I was trying to focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept getting in the way. I decided to take a step away from the group. An officer followed.

"Ah- if you don't mind, could I have a few minutes to myself?" I asked. I just needed to calm down.

"Sure thing. I'll give you five. If you're not back by then we're going to come search for you."