AN: Hello everyone! This is a re-upload of my story. Previously I took it down because of 2 reasons. 1 there are a lot of Rocky past based fanfictions, so it wasn't unique, and 2 I honestly didn't have an ending. This is the main problem with my stories. I come up with an idea but I don't know what the outcome will be. However a few days ago it just snapped into my mind, what would be if… So yeah I have an ending. *Yeey*I have nothing else to say.

The members of the Paw Patrol were always kind to each other, no matter what.

They accept you if you are a bit clumsy, and they don't care if you are a pure, or a mixed-breed. They love each other for the personality they have. Unfortunately, not everyone is as kind as them…

Right now everybody was doing something. Rocky helped Skye fixing her helicopter, while the others were playing tag in the front yard of the lookout.

"Okay, it looks like the propeller itself is in a perfect condition, so it must be the engine. Start it up, please." Rocky requested and watched Skye starting up her helicopter. As the blades reached the maximum speed, something happened and with a cracking sound, it completely shuted down.

"See? This is what happens every time. I was lucky I knew what to do in that situation, and I had a place to land on. Otherwise, it could have gone much worse." Skye complained and looked at Rocky if he could help with that. On their last mission, Skye almost crashed. In the middle of the rescue, her Helicopter stopped working from one moment to another.

"Hmmm… It starts up every time for some reason. The problem happens when it reaches the maximum velocity."

"Paw Patrol! To the lookout!" Their pup tag beeped in the same moment

"Ryder needs us." They all said in unison.

"Well, I guess I will check it later. Until then, you shouldn't use your helicopter for safety reasons" Rocky informed Skye and they both started to run. Towards their meeting point. Everyone else reached the elevator before them, even Marshall… When Skye and Rocky got inside, they only saw a pile of pups on each other, trying to get on their feet.

"Oh… Maybe we should let Marshall in first, and then get into the elevator." Chase got the idea, when he spotted the two pups stepping inside, untouched by the collision, what the dally caused.

"What's the fun in that?" Marshall said, making everyone laugh around him. As the elevator started, they got into their rescue gear and right when they reached the top they jumped to their respective places.

"Paw Patrol ready for action, Ryder sir!" Chase said proudly, waiting for instructions

"Hello, Pups! I will make it short because I don't know much time we have. A pup needs our help. Mayor Goodway informed me, he saw a mixed-breed pup in a really bad condition. For this mission, I'll need…" A fire sign appeared on the screen "Marshall. I need your medic skills, to help this poor fella."

"I'm ready for a ruff ruff rescue!" He Exclaimed

"And Chase" Ryder resumed, making his pup confused. Usually, he wasn't needed for this kind of missions, only if his winch is needed too, and it seemed like he won't need that right now.

"Something is just not right, with this. Mayor Goodway said this pup had a broken leg and many scars, even though he couldn't have fallen down from anywhere. I think someone may have beaten him." After he said that, his pups look at each other in fear.

"Oh, poor pup… Who would do such a thing? And why?" Marshall whimpered. "I will help him as much as I could.

"These paws uphold the laws!" The German Shepherd added in determination. "Whoever did that, I'm going to find him!"

"All right! Paw patrol is on a roll!" The mentioned members slided down, leaving the others behind.

"You know… I think Ryder should call only the ones, who needed." Rubble whispered to Rocky. "It would be much easier for everyone."

"Well… I guess it's a tradition now." Rocky said as they stepped back into the elevator. "But yes, he could save us a lot of time if he did that."

On the way to the scene, Ryder kept thinking about what might have happened, and he made a lot of assumptions but he just simply couldn't find out what happened to that poor pup. As they got to the place, where they had to go, they spotted Goodway, and a few civilians, whispering to each other.

"Okay, everyone take a step back," Chase shouted after barking his megaphone out. "It might be a crime scene, and we don't know where the criminals might be."

Ryder gave an annoyed look. "What did I tell you about making panic?"

"To not to." The German shepherd ducked his ears in regret. "I'm sorry Ryder."

"Oh thank god, you arrived! I don't know what happened to him. I was on my daily walk when I spotted this poor doggie." Mayor Goodway greeted Ryder, a bit concerned

"It's okay. Did he say something?"

"No. He didn't wake up since I found him."

Meanwhile, Marshall was already doing his routine checkups, to see how bad condition in his patient was. He wasn't flattered by the results. His front leg was broken, and he had many broken ribs too. It's a miracle he was still alive.

Chase searched the area for any suspicious signs, but he found none, except a moved bin.

"Ryder! You might have been right. Assuming from the dust, this bin was moved recently sideways. Someone might have pushed him there making it move some centimeters."

"Good job Chase! Keep looking for any clues." His owner petted the mentioned pup

"On it!" He claimed and got back to his work.

"Marshall? Any diagnosis?"

He sighed."Yes. In a few words, It's really bad. Would you like me to tell the details?"

"Yes."

"Well, this poor fella has many broken bones, and looking at the places of the fractures It's definitely not from falling. He got hit by something many times."

"Something like what?"

"I can't be sure. Baseball bat, or a long pipe. It could be anything, seriously."

The Goberian just started to get his senses back, and he whimpered in pain. He couldn't move any of his body parts right now.

"Please. Stop" He could barely say anything. Marshall had to listen closely to understand what he said.

"You are safe now. Nobody is going to hurt you." Marshall took a fast look at the collar tag. "Bailey, can you hear me?" The mixed breed slowly opened his eyes and started to shake from the pain.

"They are monsters." He said as his eyes started to fill with tears. "I asked them to stop… I begged… but they kept hitting me." Meanwhile, Chase settled down, next to the victim too, to hear as much information as he could.

"Can you remember something, about the attackers?" The German Shepherd asked politely, but Ryder raised his hand, to silence him. He wasn't sure if the Goberian was in the condition to being interrogated

"They wore masks." He was breathing heavily, so Marshall decided to inject in some anodyne. After that, Bailey seemed to be more relieved. "2 of them grabbed my paws… and the third one kept hitting me… only with his fists first… but then he asked for his golf-club. That golf-club…Oh my god…"

"Calm down. They aren't here anymore. They can't hurt you." Marshall repeated

"Yes...Yes…I know."

"Did they mention why they were doing this?"

"They said… They…" He couldn't help it anymore, he started to cry. "They said they are doing this because I'm ...because…"

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell us if you don't want to."

He looked deep into Ryder's eyes."They said it's because I'm a mutt, and I don't deserve to live."

Everyone became silent. Unwillingly Chase, Marshall, and Ryder looked at each other, and they all knew what the others were thinking. If there is a mixed-breed hater psychopath is running around in adventure bay, Rocky isn't safe either.

When Ryder and Chase arrived from the mission, (Marshall had to take Bailey to a hospital, in near town) Rocky didn't understand why they were looking at him so worried, until Ryder called him inside the Lookout. When he stepped inside the elevator alone, he already knew something wasn't right. If Ryder calls you, and only you, it's obvious he wants to talk about something serious.

"Ryder? Why did you call me?" He started, as he got out of the elevator

"Hi, Rocky. You can remember the pup, being beaten up, right?"

"Yes. That's something that you can't forget anytime soon, to be honest."

"It turned out… Somebody is targeting mixed-breeds for some reason, and I want you to stay near to me, for the upcoming days. I want you to be safe."

The smile slowly faded from Rocky's face. This topic was always a sensitive spot since he met Ryder. He thought he will never have the same problem again as before. It looks like he was wrong.

7 Months earlier.

Rocky was always alone, as he knew it. He didn't know his parents, and he had to survive on his own. That's not easy for a 6 months old pup, and if everyone hates you isn't making things any easier. He didn't know why he deserved this life. Whenever he asked somebody for some food, he just got sent away in luckier situations. When he wasn't lucky, he even got kicked by side too. This is why a picture formed in his mind about humans. They are heartless monsters...

He had to scavenge for food in bins, but at least he found something useful every time. Half ate sandwiches, or sometimes even bones, but he hated doing this too. When those monsters spotted him searching through their bins, they always got angry, and when he said, he was only looking for some food, the response was only a thrown frying pan in his direction.

However, he saw some humans playing with their pups too. He liked to call then the 'lucky ones'. They were beloved, and their owner took care of them. Unfortunately, when he asked if he could play too, they called him 'Mutt' and moved away. This 'Mutt' marker was now in his everyday life. He didn't even know what this meant, only that they hated him because of this. When he asked another street dog, what a 'Mutt' was, the answer was simple: You are less valuable for the humans.

He found himself a place to live. He liked it because it was far away from everyone, it was an old lighthouse. He stored his gathered food here, and he even had a secret place to hide, in case of emergency. His hobby was simple, watching at kids playing with their dogs from a bush. Like this, he could hear how it sounds like when they care about you. Sometimes when the kids petted their dog and said 'Good boy', he pretended it was meant to him. He never even tried to talk to them after his 4th failure, he accepted everyone hated him. Now he was searching for his stored food next to his DIY pup house, that was mainly made out of sticks and leaves. It didn't protect from the cold but was still better than sleeping under the stars.

"Great…" He murmured as he realized, he already ate all of his stored food. It meant one thing. He had to do the most hated thing again, the scavenging. The first thing he learned was, you can only count on yourself if it comes to getting food. Do you want some help? Too bad, you can't get any! On the streets, everyone has to take care of themselves. He grabbed a basket and went on his hunt. This basket was his food-gathering helper, that he found in one of the bins. He fixed it as much as he could, and it was good as new. He crossed the bridge, and spotted the hated town, he had to see once every week. He ran from hiding place to hiding place, so fewer people could spot him during his little trip. He wasn't lucky with his first bin. It was mainly full of plastic bottles, a lot of papers, and torn clothes.

"And who's gonna take care of the environment?" He huffed, as he looked at all the things could be reused. He placed back the lid on its place and kept searching. He could have done the same thing as the other street dogs, scavenging through the bins, while spreading it's containment as far as possible, but he wanted to be more than a simple troublemaker, plus he wanted to save the environment too.

It was his other hobby aside from watching others playing. He felt to be important when he gathered the thrown rubbish from the streets. He could be someone that way. In the second bin, he found some outdated sausages, but he put those in his basket anyway, since you can't be picky when it comes to surviving from day to day. His third, and fourth bin didn't contain anything edible either, and the owner of the fourth house spotted him before he could finish searching.

The fifth one was his jackpot. He saw burned steaks and a lot of food in good condition. It might be a restaurant's bin, that just opened. He wondered as he took as many food as he could in this scavenging basket. On his way back to the bridge he managed to hide away from everyone and nobody saw him. He became better at this day by day, it was his key to survival. He took a look at the park if there was anyone, who he could watch. He spotted a German Shepherd, and a boy next to him, as he threw a ball as far as he could. The pup was almost the same age as he was.

They are new. He noted to himself, as he laid down to his favorite hiding place. I haven't seen them here before. A fast thought passed his mind if he could walk to them, but he shook his head resignedly. Everyone hates you. No exceptions. He took a small bit from the steak, and it was delicious, even if it was burnt. He had to retrain himself to not eat it right away. I think I have my new favorite place to scavenge. He looked through his loot and he was pretty proud, the amount he managed to gather. 1 hour has passed, when the playing couple finally decided to go home.

"Okay, Chase, it's time to go back." Can be heard from the distance. "You are such a good pup."

"And such a lucky pup," Rocky whispered, and stood up to go back to his home. He crossed the bridge and spotted his pup house. He walked past the 'For sale' sign and hide his daily haul to his secret place. He ate the sausages, no matter how tempting the stake looked, and he stepped inside his pup house. He was wondering, if he did the right thing, as he didn't go there, to ask if he could join. In the end, he got to a conclusion

Humans never change.

If you think this "Hate against mixed breeds" is only a made-up thing, you are wrong. There are people who actually don't like them for some reason. Maybe they are not as violent as in this fanfic but still, they don't value them as much as the pure breeds.