Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers! Final scene of this act, coming to you today!
DISCLAIMER: Seriously, how many times must I say that which has already been established? Four hundred and ninety? I think not.
"Wha - oh, you're the one who did such an idiotic thing like try to take Rere away from me!" Pouri stated, a forced smile stretching across his maw. [Be thou prepared for an onslaught of annoyance.]
"Says the idiot who tried to make me feel bad about it and take her back, both of which you've clearly failed sorrowfully to do," The Expert smirk-stated, aggravating the black dog. [There's one.]
"Don't - "
"Says," The Expert stressed, cutting Pouri off, "the one who started it with the smart-aleck behaviour." As to be expected, the recipient of the instance of speech prediction took a step back and tried to comprehend. [Two.]
"How - "
"I'm an expert at these things." The pups chuckled to themselves as the familiar catchphrase was uttered. [Three.]
"Oh, so - " Pouri was stopped yet again.
"Yes." [Four.]
"Stop - " And again.
"No." [Five. Need we go on?]
"I'll - "
"Then go ahead. Who's stopping you?" [Guess so. ... Six.]
"I'm - "
"And I believe your 'warning'. That doesn't exactly mean I'll back down, though." [Seven...]
"Last cha - "
"For you." [Eight...]
"That's it!" Pouri exclaimed, seething, and he cuffed the white dog in his jaw. [Ni - oh, we're done.] The Expert took a step back, facing away, and held his jaw, not at all shocked - he knew that would happen and he wanted it to happen.
All of a sudden, however, there was the faint sound of crying. Surely not? the PAW Patrol and Rere thought simultaneously. Pouri heard it too, and thought he saw an opportunity to get at his 'victim'. [Shame. Shame be upon you, everyone except Pouri. You should know him well enough to be able to tell that he most certainly will not cry if he's hit in his face. I mean, if you think back, he's been slashed in his side and shot in his neck and he's the recipient of many cruel blows like both his parents' deaths, going through them all without so much as a single tear - even in pain, so it should be thoroughly impossible for him to be put to tears by a simple instance of one-sided fisticuffs. Be real. I, even I, in all my stupidity, know that this cannot be. Shame. ... How long was that?]
"Oh, you're crying? Good. Then go home and cry to your daddy like the coward you are." [He's dead. Nuff said. ... That rhymed, actually.]
The pups' eyes all widened and some even gasped silently.
"Whoo, dudes, you know he ain't gonna get away with that," Zuma whispered, an unamused laugh coming out with the sentence.
"I'll say," Chase put in, and he gestured toward Rererangi. She looked as mad as anyone had ever been. [When you exist in a realm where almost everyone smiles almost constantly, that's not hard. However, you don't, so fair play to you.]
"Should we shut our eyes?" Rubble questioned.
"Might be better," Skye answered, and indeed their eyes were shut, Rubble and Rocky opting to turn away.
Pouri was grinning from ear to ear, which was impressive considering he was a dog. [Wait - ... He's doing that literally? That is impressive.] But that quickly changed when The Expert turned back to him, no evidence of crying on his face, and with a look that begged for a cheeky grin. The next thing that happened was nearly catastrophic. [Yep. He's dead.]
Two full minutes later, there was a fully satisfied Rererangi, an indifferent The Expert, and no Pouri - he chose to leave with his life and had fled from the enraged girl. [Oh, so he isn't dead. Cool.] The PAW Patrol cautiously looked back at the scene, but they had no need to worry - the worst was over.
When they saw the tumult had ended, they looked at The Expert, expectant for something. He read their minds and said, "Now you can - go ahead." [Yay, he's back. Took too long, author. Whoever that is.]
Within one second he was thrown onto the ground in what seemed like an overdue hug to the givers, especially Rererangi who missed him most. The pups had quite a few questions for him. [Am I going to have to answer them or is he going to aaaaaaand l realise that they're for him so...]
"Where did you go?"
"How did you know he did that?"
"Why were you singing that song?"
The list would have continued had not The Expert stepped in to answer them. [Yeah. That's what l thought.]
"First, I went to the police station. Nobody bothers actually to look for anyone who isn't an officer or a prisoner there, so I knew I'd have enough time to prepare my plan. Second, I knew it was he who did this thing because, honestly, who does that except for jealous and/or extremely gossipy people?" Everyone laughed. [Ha ha ha, good joke. Ha ha ha ha ha... Seriously, that was good, right guys?] "Lastly, I sang that song because it fit perfectly with the situation. Has anyone ever heard of Othello?" [No, but everyone knows Hamlet.]
Only Rocky had, unsurprisingly.
"Ah, well, I'll share that later. But right now, don't worry about me. Nothing's wrong, alright?"
"Alright." ["So upon the reunion of the Patrol and its most insightful member, the former will simply say 'Alright' when told that nothing's wrong with the latter." That's what the developer said when he drank too much. Don't drink.]
The pups left the scene in groups, save Rere, who asked The Expert to sing the song because she hadn't heard it. [Song lyrics coming up. Sorry to site rules and all that. Analysis in my profile a couple days after this chapter is posted. As always.] He obliged and began:
I've got demons running 'round in my head
And they feed on insecurities I have
Won't you lay your healing hands on my chest?
Let your ritual clean
Soak the ropes with your holy water
Tie me down as you read out the words
Set me free from my jealousy
Won't you exorcise my mind?
Won't you exorcise my mind?
I want to be free as I'll ever be
Exorcise my mind
Help me exorcise my mind
There was a slight pause before he continued.
Desdemona, won't you liberate me
While I'm haunted by your ancient history?
Close these green eyes and watch over as I sleep
Through my darkest of dreams
Be the power to compel me
Hold me closer than anyone before
Set me free from my jealousy
Won't you exorcise my mind?
Won't you exorcise my mind?
I want to be free as I'll ever be
Exorcise my mind
Help me exorcise my mind
I should be thinking 'bout nothing else when
I'm with you, ooh
With you, ooh, oh-oh-oh
I should be thinking 'bout nothing else when
I'm with you, ooh
With you, ooh, oh-oh-oh
Another break, but this time a voice came through from nowhere, saying:
Your mind exists somewhere altogether different.
It lives in a world where feelings simply cannot be defined by words.
The Expert waited a little, seemingly keeping beat, before continuing:
Oh, oh
Set me free from my jealousy
Won't you exorcise my mind?
Won't you exorcise my mind?
I want to be free as I'll ever be
Exorcise my mind
Help me exorcise my mind
Help me exorcise my mind
Won't you exorcise my mind?
After the song he received much applause from his audience of one, who after several minutes of clapping, decided that she should return home and let the pups to themselves. [The developer reeeeeaaaaally made the two of them separate as easily as that? What did he snort after drinking? ... Don't do drugs either.]
"Another hectic adventure comes to a close. I have a feeling the next one will be worse, though," muttered The Expert to himself. [Yay - I mean, no. Nooo. That's bad.]
I don't have time to talk to you now because I've got a chapter of 'Adventures' to put up today so I'll sign off with my usual:
Bye! Have a nice day! See you in the upcoming short stories! Don't forget to review! Send a PM! Maybe some ideas, alright?