I do not own Scooby or the gang. I'm just writing this for fun and I'm not willing to make any money out of it.
Ya know, I love my lifestyle (at least, most parts of it). Get awaken by a good alarm clock every morning (falling out of bed), go to school, where I meet my friends and can write stories and try to ignore the lessons I can't like, go home, do.... nothing than relaxing (well, I just let the things come to me), watching Scooby on TV and then, in the night, watching movies on my laptop, drawing pictures, also writing stories.... that's how I live!
Well, sometimes something is not as nice as it should be... I'm that procrastinating type, ya know? Doing everything (mostly school projects) in the last second...
But mostly, my life is, like, "go with the flow" ....
But why the hell am I trashing you with crap like this?!
Dunno.... Really dunno.....
Well, for those of you, who noticed that this was going to be crap after my first sentence up there, you made a right decision with scrolling down to read the story.
For the ones of you, who really read that stuff.... haha! You just wasted some life time of yours!
Yeah.... sorry, I'm kinda.... weird... (and proud of it!)....
Anyway...
ENJOY!
It had begun to snow.
Little, white flakes fell from the heaven, making her hair wet, her glasses foggy.
She wanted to move.
Towards the hole, to look after him.
But she couldn't. Her legs wouldn't hear.
She wanted to scream.
His name. For Help.
But she couldn't. Her voice was gone.
Then, after a time that seemed to be endless, it came back. Slowly, quietly. A whisper.
"Shaggy?"
A bit louder.
"Shaggy?"
Then, a scream.
"SHAGGY?"
She felt something cold and wet at her hand, no snow flake, it stayed there. Velma didn't even neede to look down to know what it was.
"RAGGY!" Scooby, who must have seen Shaggy's fall, while hiding between the trees, ran towards the hatch.
Velma stood there, unable to move, as she was in trance.
Scooby looked into the hole, it was dark, he couldn't see anything.
"RAGGY!" he screamed again.
But he got no answer.
No sound came out of the hole. Scooby turned to Velma.
"Relma! Relma! Relp!"
Velma looked at him. Suddenly, the feeling came back. Her legs obeyed her, she could move.
Running.
Step after step.
Towards the black hole.
In fact, it was a very short way.
But for Velma, it seemed like she would ran much more than she actually did.
Then, she reached the hatch. Looked down into a deep endless black.
"SHAGGY?" No answer.
Velma could barely make out an iron ladder, leading down into the black.
She wanted to climb down, find and help Shaggy, but she knew, that she couldn't do anything, when she couldn't see where she climbed.
"Scooby! Stay here! I'll go and get help!" Scooby just nodded, tears were in his eyes.
Velma turned and ran.
Back.
To the van.
To Daphne.
To Fred.
She was fast. Faster than ever in her life.
When she arrived at the van, her face red, tears running down her cheeks, Daphne looked at her with a shocked face.
"Velma? Wha-"
"Shaggy - hatch - broke - fell - no - answer." Velma stumbled and began to search the van for flashlights.
Daphne swallowed. She immediately knew what was wrong.
"I'll get Fred and call an ambulance!" Velma nodded, busy with searching flashlights.
Right when she found three, Daphne arrived with Fred.
"Phone's dead. Must be the snow." she said quietly.
"I found flashlights. Fast! Follow me!" Velma was still a bit breathless.
They followed her without a word. Scooby still sat at the hatch, big dog tears fell into the snow.
Velma shined down the hole. She could barely make out Shaggy, lying at the end of the ladder.
She climbed down, followed by Fred and Daphne. Scooby, who wasn't able to climb this sort of ladder, waited at the hatch.
When she arrived at the ground, Velma kneeled down at Shaggy's site.
He was bleeding from a wound on his head, there was a little puddle on the ground by his head, also by his arm, that was bleeding heavier. It looked like a big part of his skin was missing there.
Velma looked around to see the reason for the missing skin. She swallowed, when she saw a sharp iron bar at the ladder, blood dropping down from it.
She felt for his pulse and found it, a bit weak, but still there.
Velma stroke with one finger over his cheek. He was pale, unbelievable pale. She noticed, that she nearly never had seen him without a smile, but right now, his lips were incredibly emotionless.
Fred and Daphne arrived at Shaggy's site.
"He's unconscious, but has a middle good pulse." she said, no one really listened to her, everybody was to shocked about the sight of Shaggy hurt.
Without saying a word, fred carefully lifted Shaggy over his shoulder and began to climb up the ladder, slowly.
Velma wanted to follow him, when she had a strange feeling of being watched and turned around.
But there was nothing.
There was just the little floor, they were in, the ladder and a door.
Velma wanted to go to the door and open it, solve the mystery, it may hid, for a short time, when Daphne called for her.
She turned around and saw Shaggy again, bleeding and still over Fred's shoulder, who nearly reached the hatch.
Every thought of solving a mystery was blown away in less than one second and she started to climb up the ladder again.
Scooby howled when he saw Shaggy, feeling the pain of his master and friend.
Fred moved Shaggy, so he now carried him in his arms.
Back at the house, Daphne's father had rent for them, they quickly lied Shaggy down on a bed.
The phone was still dead and the snow storm got heavier with every second, so there was no chance of coming to a hospital for Shaggy.
So they had to vet him.
Velma knew a lot about medicine and she knew exactly, what they had to do with the wounds, but of course, no one of them ever did something like this before.
Because Velma knew the most about what to do, they decided, that she should stitch Shaggy's head's wound, while Fred and Daphne would bandage his arm.
They had luck, the First Aid kit they found in the house, was very big and they fast found needle and thread. Velma disinfected everything for maybe ten times, she doesn't wanted to make a failure, not if the head she would stitch was Shaggy's. Of course, she would also haven't wanted to make a failure at someone else's head, but who wouldn't be more careful if it would be a head, he or she loved?
The stitching went ahead very fast and also bandaging his arm and his head after stitching it was easier than everybody had thought it was, which made them very happy, because they had nothing to allay pain, so it was better if they did everything, while Shaggy was still unconscious.
The rest of the day, Shaggy didn't wake up, but he had always companion from at least one person. Mostly, it was Velma.
Of course, Daphne had noticed, that Velma's concern about Shaggy was a bit... different than hers, Fred's or Scooby's, but she didn't want to disturb Velma with it at a day like this one.
Velma, most of the time, thought about Shaggy while sitting next to him.
But there was also another thought.
It was a rare guest, just sometimes it showed up, but it disappeared always, because Velma didn't want to think something like that now.
It was the thought of a mysterious door.
*Yawn* 6 o'clock in the morning!
Yeah? I have to admit, that I think, that some sentences here are a bit boring...
Well maybe you like it more than me(i hope so)?
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