Author's Note: I would just like to say that I do not need to be told how to write my stories. Whether you were trying to help me or not, telling me that I need to rewatch Infinity War because I changed some things for my story is something I will not tolerate. This is a fanfiction, and these stories are based LOOSELY off their source material. So please, do not tell me in the reviews how to write my own stories. If you don't like how I write something, then don't read it! Simple as that. Now on a more positive note, here is chapter 2 of PAW Patrol: Endgame!
- liverskins13
Chapter 2: The Dream and the Plan
(THREE YEARS LATER)
The sun rose over Adventure Bay, a quiet town of about 125 people that was, once upon a time, a bustling town full of life. Ryder, now a teenager, got up and walked into the elevator. After taking it up to the top floor, he walked over and answered his pup pad, which had been ringing. He turned on his projector, where he saw the faces of Mr. Porter, Jake, Farmer Yumi, and the Earl of Barkingburg, who had been made king after the Princess's disappearance.
"Good morning everyone," said Ryder. "What's going on in the world today?"
"Not much," said Farmer Yumi. "Bettina led me on a wild cow chase but that issue was resolved, thanks in part to Rocky."
"With half the population gone I had no choice but to increase prices at my lodge," said Jake. "Now everyone has to pay $15 to ski or snowboard instead of $10."
"And I've had to double my prices for food," said Mr. Porter. "Who would've thought, $20 for a bowl of spaghetti."
"Your highness?" asked Ryder after a brief pause.
"Not much to report overseas," said the Earl. "Ever since Silverclaw happened, Sweetie has gone into a bit of a depression with the Princess gone."
"The same could be said about Chase," said Ryder. "If you guys need anything, this line is always open. Have a nice day everyone."
"Same to you Ryder," said Mr. Porter.
Chase, thought Ryder. Ever since Silverclaw snapped Skye out of existence, Chase became a wreck. He stopped eating, stayed in his pup house, and hardly spoke to either him or Rocky anymore. He wouldn't even play Pup Pup Boogie no matter how much Ryder and Rocky begged him to.
Then, about a year ago, Chase moved back to his hometown about twenty minutes away from Foggy Bottom. He still kept in touch, but he had only called three times since he left.
Rocky was a different story, and in a more positive way. He still lived at the Lookout with Ryder, but he would make rounds everyday to Mr. Porter's, Jake's, Farmer Yumi's, and City Hall. Even once or twice a month he would drive over to Foggy Bottom to assist the new mayor, Harold Humdinger.
The snap had taken a toll not only on Ryder's friends, but those who were considered enemies to the PAW Patrol. Sweetie was suffering from depression, as was Chase. And Sid and Arrby turned to the good side during their first confrontation with Silverclaw.
Harold Humdinger wanted no more bad blood with Adventure Bay as the new mayor of Foggy Bottom, and the Kitten Catastrophe Crew was down to three members: Cat Chase, Cat Marshall, and Cat Zuma. Cat Rubble and Cat Skye were killed by Silverclaw three years ago and Cat Rocky disappeared in the snap.
Just then, Ryder got a call on his pup pad. He picked it up and answered it. "Hello, Ryder here."
"Ryder, it's Harold. I need your help! There was a mass killing of a wanted gang in my city!"
Harold Humdinger wasn't joking about the mass murder. Ryder and Rocky sped over to the crime scene to find it in such disarray.
"Ryder, thank God you're here," said Harold.
"How many casualties?" asked Ryder.
"Three, with two seriously injured."
"Do you have any leads?" asked Rocky.
"Well, we think it was a wolf, considering the bite marks on these men. One of the men was reported shouting 'It's the War Hound' before being finished off."
"War Hound?" asked Ryder.
"Apparently the War Hound is a mercenary-type creature who may or may not be a suspect in a number of murders ever since the snap happened. They have popped up on our radar a few times, but mostly for lesser crimes like jaywalking."
"Hmm...we'll open up an investigation on War Hound's identity, run facial recognition, and do a background check. We're gonna take a sample of some flesh from one of the bite marks because it more than likely has his or her DNA on it. Then we'll report back on any findings."
"Thank you Ryder," said Harold before walking back to City Hall.
"Come on Rocky," said Ryder. "Let's head back to the Lookout and do some research. And give Chase a call. He might know something we don't know."
Meanwhile, in the shadows, a figure was staring down the two members of the PAW Patrol. Not that he wanted to attack them, he knew better than that. But something really caught the eye of this figure. The gray mixed breed in a green uniform had the figure flashing back to when he was very young.
"No, it can't be," he whispered before disappearing. Without looking at where he was going, he ran right into a creature about the same build as him.
"What's the big idea, dude?" asked a German shepherd.
"Oh, uh, nothing, sorry about that," the figure said. "Just lost in my thoughts."
The German shepherd got a good look at this figure before nodding his head. "Well just watch where you're going next time." The shepherd was then drawn to his gold stainless brass knuckles. "And stay out of trouble," he finished before leaving.
The figure turned his attention back to Ryder and Rocky, but they were nowhere to be seen. "I guess there's only one way to find out for sure," he whispered before disappearing.
That evening, Ryder and Rocky had gotten nowhere with finding out who War Hound was. Anyone who had been able to see them long enough to remember what they looked like were killed off. Not even Chase was able to identify War Hound.
Later that night, while Ryder was fast asleep, Rocky was caught in a dream, a really weird one. He was seeing the Infinity Stones. He saw himself, along with the rest of the PAW Patrol, playing outside the Lookout.
Suddenly, the mixed breed shot awake in his pup house. It was only 2:34 in the morning. Panting, he wrote down what he dreamt about and swore to tell Ryder later that morning.
"Maybe this could work," he said to himself before falling back asleep.
Once the sun rose, Rocky shot awake. He ran into the Lookout, where he saw Ryder and Chase, who was preparing to head back home.
"Rocky, you're up early," said Ryder.
"Ryder, I had a dream that I need to tell you about!"
"Okay, shoot."
"So the stones are in the past, gone. But, what if we could find a way to travel through time and retrieve them. Snap our own fingers and bring everyone back?"
"Rocky," said Chase. "You're talking about time travel. It is very unlikely that it would work and even more unlikely that we could build a time machine."
"And that's where you're wrong Chase," said Ryder. "I have been working on a prototype for a time machine. Maybe this could work."
"But Ryder," said Chase, "what if it doesn't work?"
"Chase, I'm gonna make sure this works." Chase still didn't look too enthralled. "For Skye's sake," Ryder added. This made Chase's ears perk up.
"Alright, I'm in," he said. "So what's the plan?"
"For starters, we're gonna need more helping hands," said Ryder. "Chase, go find anyone who is able and willing to help. Rocky and I will finish my prototype."
"Yes sir, Ryder sir," said Chase before leaving. He walked outside and visited memorials he, Ryder, and Rocky had set up for their fallen teammates: Marshall, Everest, Zuma, Rubble, Tracker, and Skye. They each had their own individual memorial, while other close friends such as Alex, Katie, Carlos, Farmer Al, and the Princess were all on a seventh one. He sighed as he saw the immense number of flowers he had planted in front of Skye's memorial.
It's a good thing Ryder and Rocky made sure to keep them alive, he thought to himself. He stepped inside his pup house, which was parked at the Lookout for the first time in a long time. Inside, he had a framed picture of himself with his teammates. He swore to them that their plan would work before activating his police cruiser and driving into town.
A few hours later, Chase returned with a handful of people (and pups) to help out with what Ryder dubbed "The Time Heist." Cap'n Turbot, Sid Swashbuckle, Arrby, Mr. Porter, Farmer Yumi, Jake, the Earl, Sweetie, and even Robo-Dog all volunteered.
"Great job, Chase!" said Ryder. "The time machine is almost finished. Tomorrow morning we can do a test run. Any takers?"
The nine volunteers looked at each other, no one stepping forward to test the time machine. Finally, Mr. Porter stepped up.
"I'll do it," he said.
"Alright everyone, get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for all of us," said Ryder. He pulled out some sleeping bags from the closet, enough for his guests, then laid down in his own bed, praying to God that this wild, insane plan of theirs would work.