I wanted to make a short chaptered story based off Panic! At The Disco's "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out" album because I'm completely hooked. I wanted the chapters to be connected to each other but it's not gonna happen because I'm not that good enough. Some of the chapters may be based more on the music video than the song.
p.s. the first one is like the introduction to everything.
I – The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage
It's late at night, everyone was asleep but a young Dalmatian. Marshall stared at the journal in front of him, aching to write his thoughts down to get rid of them. He didn't know how though, he couldn't even hold a pen with his paw. Still, he wanted to write everything down. He shook his thoughts and decided to find a way during the morning as he let sleep consume him and the night get the best of him.
When the morning came, Marshall made sure to be the first to wake up before the others just so he can stay away from a certain German Shephard and his morning wake up calls. Marshall walked out of his pup house and entered the lookout, hoping that Ryder was already awake. He rode the elevator up and silently wished that Ryder could grant him this one favor. When the Dalmatian arrived at the top, he saw Ryder eating breakfast in the balcony. He went out and approached the young boy and when Ryder saw him the boy gave Marshall a smile.
"Hey, Marshall. Anything wrong?" Marshall only shook his head.
"Then what's the matter?" Ryder asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Can… um… I have a favor to ask?" Marshall said, clearly shy about asking for a favor especially from Ryder who already gave him everything. Food, home, shelter, friends, practically everything Marshall didn't have before getting adopted by Ryder.
"Anything, Marshall." Ryder said, reassuring Marshall that it's okay to ask by giving him another smile.
It's a slow day in Adventure Bay, no missions and such which means the pups could just hang out and play. Everything seems okay if one looked past the tension between a Dalmatian and a German shepherd. It's been weeks since anyone had seen Marshall and Chase in one room. No one knew the full details of what happened but they all knew, whatever happened, Chase fucked up. The Dalmatian would slightly wince at the sight of him and would do everything to avoid his supposedly best friend.
"You know what? I'm tired of seeing them like this." Rubble said as he watched Marshall enter the look out and quickly exited once he caught sight of Zuma playing pup pup boogie with Chase.
"Whatever happened, Chase needs to talk to him and Marshall to stop avoiding Chase."
The two pups sighed in unison, they were really worried for their two friends.
It was nearing dusk when Ryder had called in Marshall to go to the look out. Marshall thought that he was finally getting his favor but isn't it a bit too soon? As to the Dalmatian's surprise, Ryder did have what Marshall asked for.
"I managed to rig this old typewriter Rocky had, now the buttons are larger so you can type with your paw. I don't know why you need this but if you acquired sudden interest in literature then I'm really happy for you." Ryder said.
"Ryder, it's awesome. Thank you so much." Marshall said, jumping into Ryder's arms. Giving the boy a good lick to the cheek.
Once the typewriter and some papers has been transferred near Marshall's pup house, He quickly started typing with the aim to capture his feelings the past what, two months? In words
How do I start this? So many things happened and I don't know where to start my story. Some of my memory is kind of already hazy but I still want to put everything down. I swear to shake this up if you swear to listen.
Marshall then thought that this journal of his did not have much of an option than listen to his story, but if ever doesn't end up alone he could laugh this off with his future family and possibly kids and say "Remember when I was so hooked on my best friend? Haha, good times"
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well… I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue? I guess. It seems that these days, I am not who you think but we'll pick back up on that on another page.
I'm still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives.
Please do review and if you do not like it, please just tell me in a nice way and be on your way.