Prompt from MissNena2142 & sophiakuso: Sequel to chapter 25 & I'd really like to see what would happen if the gang came with Shaggy to get stuff from his house while protecting him from The Sheriff. A sorta protection layer to make sure that he can't interact with Shaggy while he gets his things.
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They were all ready to go by half six. Shaggy had been nibbling on his fingernails for the last hour, sometimes ripping bits of skin away from the sides of them, bleeding slightly from the small wounds.
He looked terrified.
"Shaggy." Freddie gently pulled Shaggy's hand away from his mouth, "Deep breaths now."
Grabbing a jacket from the peg on the door, putting on his shoes, Shaggy sighed, "Do we have to do this?"
"If you want to get your stuff, then yes…. and you want to see your Mom, right?"
Shaggy nodded shyly, as Daphne and Velma gently pulled him out of the house. "And you'll all be there?"
"All the way."
The drive back to the Sheriff's house was silent, the silence only broken by the sound of Scooby whimpering every so often.
He knew what was coming.
As they pulled up outside the home, Shaggy slowly started to panic again. "He's gonna be, like mad! Maybe we should wait until he's at work!"
"We agreed that we would come at this time." Daphne sighed, "He wanted to see you one last time, but he won't be able to come near you. We'll make sure of that."
"Like, you promise?"
"We promise." Velma was the next to speak up, sending Shaggy a reassuring smile, "We have a few tricks up our sleeves."
Slowly, they all made their way up to the front door, waiting until Mrs Rogers opened it up. She remained silent, wrapping her son in a hug as the others made their way inside.
The Sheriff was sitting on his chair, not even looking at them as they pushed Shaggy towards the stairs, following on behind him to his room.
"He's like, never going to forgive me for this." Shaggy whimpered.
"Maybe not… but he also won't be able to terrorise you anymore." Freddie joined the girls in trying to pack up all of Shaggy's clothes. Glancing over, he frowned at the panicked look on Shaggy's face, "Come here… he whispered, pulling Shaggy closer, "… we're here. We're not going anywhere."
Shaggy was silent for a few moments, glancing down at his lap, before nodding shyly, "Okay."
"Good… now come and help us with all these clothes."
"Shaggy, do you only have t-shirts in red and green?"
"Like, pretty much, yeah."
