A/n: The dog who attacked Rocky had white fur with beige spots. They have a spot covering all of their left eye and three small spots. All of their legs are with beige fur up to their hinges. Their eyes are green. If you really can't picture that out, then here's a link where you could picture them out better. I hope it helps. 1056878617-the-pack-paw-patrol-fanfic-oc-appearance
The green butterfly fluttered through the air, leading the young pup to who-knows-where. Flying over small streams and thick bushes, the pup followed, earning scrapes and scratches along the way.
The butterfly landed on a white flower, glistening in the sun like a pearl shimmering under the light of the sun above water. The little pup observed the butterfly, as it slowly flapped its wings, busy sucking nectar from the white flower. The little pup bent their knees, getting ready to pounce on the insect.
The little pup jumped and tried to catch the butterfly within their paws. The little bug flew away, making the pup miss its target. The pup landed on the ground and pouted, annoyed that they weren't able to catch the insect. The pup huffed and turned away, instantly giving up on catching that small bug.
After the failed chase, they lost concentration of their direction and began to walk. They haven't anticipated that they would have to stumble upon a bump on the ground. Their body halted in the air as their two front paws collided with a solid tree root. "Shoot," they muttered as they stumbled down, but instead of just rolling onto the ground, they hurdled down a grassy hill, feeling the pricks of the pebbles and small rocks scattered on the grass. "Ouch! Aah! Oof!" The little pup exclaimed, feeling like the scene will last forever.
Finally, they halted with a thump. They could feel their head spinning and their vision was blurry. Scrapes were plastered all over their body and even a tint of crimson liquid was placed on their right cheek, barely noticeable.
The little pup stood on wobbly legs, trying to figure out where they were. The scenery was unfamiliar, with big boulders scattered and rocks covering most of the green grass. The tall trees stood far from the terrain as if avoiding the massive boulders placed in that area.
"Where am I?" The pup whispered, walking forward. The pup's eyes wandered around the area and a sense of curiosity filled their bones. With a smile, they ran to the rocky towers, excited to see what is in store for them.
The dog paused on chewing on the meat that was in their mouth. They slowly turned to face the mix, confusion etched on their face. Rocky gulped, feeling like he made a mistake. Of all the questions he could ask, he chose that.
The dog's face shifted. Their eyes softened and a familiar aura surrounded the pup. They raised an eyebrow, a small annoying frown tugging on their lips. "Do I look like I'm bursting with fire to you?" they replied, their tone was playful and sarcastic, much to the surprise of everyone, especially to Rocky.
Rubble's fear vanished and in replacement was amusement. He tried to stifle a laugh, knowing he shouldn't make fun of such a dangerous dog, but he could not help himself and began to laugh hysterically. Soon joined Marshall, Skye, and Chase. Even Ryder was giggling. Rocky blushed underneath his fur coat in embarrassment to have such a response from someone who tried to kill him not long ago. Safe to say, he is speechless.
The dog's mouth twitched but the white mutt restrained themselves as to show no enjoyment. They let the team laugh until they were all calm. Then they said, "glad you are enjoying yourselves." Their face then morphed into annoyance and said, "and if you're done, leave." The pup glared their way, sending daggers and daring them to continue staying in their territory.
The team backed away, seeing the hostility the pup was giving them. "Let's go, pups," Ryder beckoned his team.
The pups quickly followed Ryder out of the dog's territory, not wanting it to get into a fight with them. "C'mon," Zuma urged Rocky, pulling his paw towards the rest of the team. He knew if he let Rocky go back to the camping site himself, he'll just go back and try to fulfill his curiosity and try and talk to the dog.
Rocky glanced at the worried face of Zuma and back at the pup who was peacefully eating its meal. He wanted to ask them more. He wanted to know why they are acting this way. But, he knew his best friend wouldn't let him go back. He sighed and followed his friend to the exit of the forest.
The pup glanced to where the team left. Their ear twitched as they hear their footsteps getting farther away from them. They sighed as they were finally left alone. "Meddling brats..." They said as they chewed on a piece of meat from the deer.
Not a few moments later, their ears twitched again.
It was the sound of... Rumbling...
The pup looked up and saw the dark cumulous clouds. They looked big and heavy and ready to pour.
The pup sighed again. They stood up and walked away, out of the open area. "A storm is coming..." it whispered to themselves as they disappeared into the woods.
Rocky and Zuma erupted from the bushes, seeing that everyone else was waiting for them with worried expressions displayed on their faces. "Are you guys okay?" Rubble ask, running towards them, eager to make sure they were alright, "that pup didn't hurt you, did he?"
"He?" Skye asked, "I thought she was a girl."
"So did I," Marshall said.
"No. I was pretty sure he was a male," Rubble argued. "I mean, they looked pretty strong and their build was bulkier, and therefore, male."
"Are you saying girls can't be strong?" Skye asked, daring Rubble to speak with her tone being threatening.
Rubble backed away a bit, surprised by the sudden hostility Skye was giving him. "What? Of course not. I'm just saying boys are genetically stronger than girls. And he was also bulky-looking," Rubble defended, trying to explain his reason to the cockapoo.
His reply somehow enraged the female more as she glared daggers at the bulldog. "Females can be as strong as males, and how could you tell their form was bulky when they clearly have too much fur for you to suddenly decide that they were male," Skye retorted, walking forward, taunting the young pup to continue.
Rubble frowned. He did not want to argue with Skye, but his pride won't let him back down without a fight. "Well, if it was a female, Rocky could have easily pushed them off, but he didn't, because it was a male!"
"That still makes no sense!" Skye exclaimed, getting more irritated as the argument continued. Before Skye could say more, Ryder stepped in between the two pups. "Okay, how about we just rest for tonight?" Ryder suggested, trying to pacify the agitated pups. "It's been a long day, and I am pretty sure you all are tired. So, why don't we all go to our tents and get some shut-eye?"
Rubble and Skye glared at each other before huffing away and going their separate ways.
Marshall yawned, feeling the drowsiness kick in. "Yeah," Marshall said, "I'm going to bed now."
"Us too..." Zuma and Rocky added, walking towards their respective tents and closing it.
Chase only nodded as he went to his tent and went to sleep.
As Ryder was entering his tent, Rubble approached him,
"Ryder..." Rubble called, walking towards the 15-year-old boy who was mid-entering his tent. Ruder turned to the youngest pup approaching him. "What is it, Rubble?" Ryder asked. "Um... Can I... Can I sleep with you... Just for tonight?" He asked, drawing circles on the ground as he waited for Ryder's response.
Ryder smiled at his little pup. Ryder exits his tent and approached the little bulldog. He gently picked him up in his arms and smiled at the little pup. "Of course, you can, Rubble," Ryder replied.
Rubble smiled as he made himself comfortable in Ryder's arms. Ryder entered his tent. He zipped it up and slept on his sleeping mat with the young pup in his arms.
Marshall lies on his bed, shifting from one side to another. His eyes were tightly shut as his mouth began to mumble.
"Hahaha..." a low chuckle escaped his lips as he towered over the Dalmatian. Marshall looked at the dog, but he couldn't see his face. His body was covered in black shadows and only hazel eyes could be seen emitting from him. "I thought I knew you..." he then punched Marshall's face, hard enough to unbalance him and he fell towards the ground.
Marshall groaned in pain. He went to rub the ache in his muzzle, but then he felt the warm liquid coming out of his snout. Blood.
"What? Are you going to cry?" he asked, mocking the poor Dalmatian who was in near tears.
Marshall growled and stood up, facing the dog in front of him. "Oh, look..." Hazel eyes glinted in amusement and a sly smirk spread across his face. "The faggot thinks he can fight back."
"I am not a faggot!" Marshall yelled, quickly wiping the stray tears away, trying desperately not to show weakness.
"Then what are you?!" yelled the dog in front of him, towering the Dally yet again. Marshall took a breath as he knows that this was all a trick. He shouldn't feel intimidated by this hound. And he shouldn't be afraid because he knows that all he said was false... He thought.
With a growl, Marshall exclaimed, "My name is Marshall, and I'm a PAW Patroller! I fight alongside my friends to protect the town and everyone in it! And you!" Marshall pointed at the big dog in front of him, glaring at his hazel eyes that seemed to glow every time he spits a word, "don't know anything about me!"
Marshall thought that was it. He was done. This nightmare is done. But he was wrong.
The hound let out a low chuckle as his size grew. Marshall backed away as the figure in front of him grew six feet taller than he was before. The dog stared down at Marshall. His figure was released of the smokey shadows that covered him, revealing the pup that Marshall deemed to be close to.
"Wrong answer," Chase said as he pushed Marshall back.
Marshall fell into a pit. Black liquid swirling around his vision, until it all turned blue. The ocean. Marshall was drowning in the ocean. He tried to swim to the surface, but something was pulling him down. His feet paddled and paddled so he could breathe, but he can't. Marshall couldn't hold it any longer. He let his breath go and water instantly filled his lungs.
He looked above one more time, seeing the sun reflect on the water. Only one thought escaped his mind before his last breath, "...Chase..."
Marshall opened his eyes, gasping for air, recalling his nightmare. "What..." a tiny drop of liquid fell on his muzzle. Then another. Then another.
Annoyed, Marshall got out of his sleeping bag and looked up at the roof of his tent.
Droplets were leaking on the roof of his tent. Two on the left side, one in the center, three on the right, and two near the entrance. The whole tent of the roof was wet, but the ones mentioned leaked big heavy drops.
Marshall unzipped his tent only to be greeted with rain violently pushing down on the ground, splashing him with water.
"Pups!" Ryder called. His voice was barely a muffle over the loud rain banging on the surface of the PAW Patroller. "Everyone, inside!" Ryder called.
The pups quickly abandoned their tents and rushed inside the vehicle, sheltering themselves from the rain.
Ryder immediately closed the door, blocking the rain from outside. "Is everyone alright?" Ryder asked.
"Yuck!" Rocky exclaimed as he shook off the rainwater but was still wet. "Ew! I hate being wet!" Rocky complained, pouting as he felt his fur sticking to his skin like glue.
Ryder chuckled as he grabbed a towel and began to help Rocky dry up. "Wow... I didn't know it would rain so hard..." Chase said as looked out of the window.
"Yeah..." Zuma said, standing beside Chase as they look outside, "and it's raining hard."
The others looked out the window below, watching as the rain pitter-pattered. Rocky and Ryder were busy drying Rocky up.
Rubble watched the tree shake from the force of the wind. And then he saw a shadow run past the trees. Then lightning flashed. "Aah!" Rubble screamed as he scurried away from the window.
"Rubble?" Chase asked as he turned to the startled dog. "What's wrong?"
"I..." Rubble was lost for words. He stared at his worried friends as if the answer was with them. He gulped down his fear, enough for him to speak.
"I... I saw... Something..."