Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 'Scooby Doo' characters, only the characters I made up. Be warned, this is a pro-Scrappy fanfic, so if you dispise the little puppy, I advise you not to read any more of this. This is my take on how 'Scooby and Scrappy' happened and why Fred and the girls disappeared but came back later with different personalities. It mainly take place from Shaggy's point of view.
OK, now on with the show!
GIVE ME MY WINGS
CRASH!! The whole house seemed to vibrate with the impact. Maggie "Shuggie" Rogers looked up quickly from the magazine she was reading and raced out of her room to see where all the noise came from. Her eyes widened as three of her favorite people came into the living rom. "SHAGGY! SCOOBY! SCRAPPY!" She cried happily as she bounded down the stairs. "Like, hey guys! So, how was your trip?"
"It was so great, Shuggie," Scrappy began happily. "We ended up looking for a huge ghostie, this one was made out of electric stuff and by Uncle Scooby was so brave!!"
"Like, really?" Shuggie said, almost laughing at the sight of this adorable puppy talking away a mile a minute. But her smile quickly faded when she saw her brother slumping down upon the couch, looking tired, sad, and forelorn. Just one look into his face told her exactly WHO got stuck with the job of being the decoy for the monstar again with hardly a thank you. She sighed, not again!! One of these days her poor brother would end up KILLED, not that it bothered MR. JONES any!! "Uh, Scrap?" she said, "Honey, like, you must be so hungry after that adventure, why don't you go into the kitchen and fix yourself a snack?"
Scooby's ears perked up, as Shuggie knew they would, at the mention of the word. "Rood? Rood?"
"Like, yeah, Scoob, there's a whole bunch of treats in the kitchen, help yourselves, you good pups earned it!" The dogs immidiately raced into the kitchen, with Shaggy not too far behind. "Like, Shag?" He stopped and turned around. His sister slowly came over to him and touched his hand. "Like, tell me the truth, man. Like, you really didn't WANT to go out on that mystery, did ya?"
"Like, do I EVER, Shug? Like, all I want is to spend time with my best friends, like that's all I want. Just some time to ourselves with NO MYSTERIES!"
"But nooooooooooo," Shuggie broke in. "Like, you really shouldn't let him push you around like this, Shag. I mean, like, you're both the same age, man. Why's he acting like he's thirty?!"
"Like, how should I know, Shug? Man, you would have thought after almost sixteen years he would have known me by now!"
"You would have thought after sixteen years YOU would know HIM by now. Like, Shag, I don't really wanna say it, but like, I gotta. I think, like, I think Freddie has really changed over the years, ya know what I mean? He's just not NICE. Like, he's not friendly or goofy like he used to be. Like,he's so bland now, dull as ditchwater. Like, does he even have any feelings anymore?"
"Like I don't even know, man. Like, lately all he wants to do is ust solve any mystery that he can. Like, he's with the girls...."
"HE'S with the girls, man? Like, BOTH of the girls? Like, Shag, what's the matter with YOU?!"
"Like, he just decided how we're gonna split up."
"And, like, that's IT?! Like, no one protested, no one said anything?"
"Like, I tried to, man..."
"What about the girls? What is this, Surf City, 'Two girls for every guy'?"
"Freddie's the leader, man."
"Who elected him, Shag? Like, I mean, I know how you fel about him, but while HE'S off flirting with the ladies, you, Scooby, and Scrappy are being put in mortal danger! I mean, like, thank God you can run, but what if you end up not being so lucky one of these days?" Shuggie felt tears coming to her eyes. "Like, what would happen if..I lost my only brother?"
"Like, that didn't happen, Shug."
"But...like, what if it did? Like, would Velma care if you or Scooby or Scrappy got chopped to bits? What would Daphne say? Would Fred come to the funeral (God, I hope not for his sake) even of the girls weren't there..."
"Like, please, Shug, like I don't wanna talk about it. Like, all I wanna do is put my feet up and forget this day ever happened."
Shuggie looked into her brother's eyes. Sometimes she felt like they were so close she could read his mind. "Like, Shaggy, did anything ELSE happen today?"
"Ya mean apart from being mutilated?"
"Yeah, like, were they making fun of you again?" She knew his so called friends sometimes had a horrid habit of making fun of her brother's weak spot- mainly his lack of courage. Whenever they cracked up, she wanted to crack their heads open.
"Like, well...Freddie kind of called me a dummy..because I didn't spot a clue right away and Velma kind of made it clear I really couldn't be counted on to find a clue."
Shuggie did a slow burn. "Then, like, why in Heaven's name do you stay WITH them?! It's obvious, man, they don't really care about you."
"Like, come on, Shuggie, like, ever since nursery school we've always stuck together, the four of us. Like, we were the four musketeers, plus Scoob of course, that's five."
"Like, maybe it's time the musketeers disbanded. Like, face it, Shag, like they're not nice people anymore. They've changed to much, they're too different. They never USED to make fun of you and I used to like it when you got together at the house, but not anymore. Face it, Shag, they're not the same. They're all charactatures, every one of them. Like, call me over protective, but I can't stand seeing you hurt anymore!"She slowly waked into the kitchen.
Shaggy staid behind. His sister's words of caring and love enveloped him. Lately it seemed those were the only words of encouragement he had. Shuggie was right, they HAD all changed, and NOT for the better. He wondered if they even cared about him anymore. He took a picture from his pocket, a picture of him and Freddie at eight years old. There they were, Freddie with his crew-cut hair, Shag with puppy Scooby standing back-to-back in front of the ballpark playfully. He remembered when that picture was taken, right before Fred went to the boy scouts and his father was teaching them to play baseball. This was back when Fred usedto be always on the lookout for aliens and read the National Exaggerator. Back when he used to be fun to hang around with and always listened to you. Back when he used to like just hanging out at their clubhouse and and make up stories or just play baseball in the playground with his friends, boys AND girls.
He USED to be that way.
Now he wasn't.
Shaggy sighed, remembering what had happened that day. "Some best friend," he mumbled.