If you do not like OCs, this is a good time to switch away to another fanfic, because OCs are all that this one's gonna feature.
If you haven't read my other PAW Patrol fanfic, now's a good time to go read it first.
This is intended to be a prequel to my previous story: Digital, told from Blight's perspective in the form of recordings that Chase found in the tablet he had gifted him.
Whether you want to know how Blight took down Blood Rend alone or if you want more details about his backstory, this will (hopefully) answer most of your questions.
Without further to do, I present to you, The rise of a vigilante.
1 month after the events of Digital...
Chase sat down in the lookout, fiddling with the tablet he had obtained from Blight just a month ago with his friends surrounding him, glancing at the device curiously. He had wanted to have a deeper understanding of the gadget since he had gotten his paws on it, but time just hadn't allowed it.
However, today had been quite a lazy day, and Rocky's persistence on attempting to discover more about the gadget had prompted Chase to remove it from his room for the team to have a better look.
"Did you find anything cool?" Marshall, Chase's best friend, asked beside him.
"A lot of things, actually," Chase said. "Blight wasn't kidding when he said that he had records on all the gangs he ran into when tracking Blood Rend here. Every little weak spot they have are listed here, as well as all the important members and people that were potential spies."
"That guy was informed," Everest, who came to the lookout when they said that we're about to look into Blight's tablet, commented. "I wonder how he got his paws on all that info?"
"He probably hacked into all the databases that ever existed," Rocky joked, though Chase knew that it was probably true. The wolf was able to remotely control electronics and read information from a modern device in record speed. That, combined with his skill in hacking, made Chase wonder if the wolf had already uncovered top-secret files from the government themselves.
Wonder if the rumors about area 51 were true? Chase wondered. I gotta ask him sometime.
"What's this?" Rubble asked from behind Chase, snapping him out of his thoughts. During his absent-minded scrolling, Chase had reached a file titled: Recordings.
"I think Blight mentioned this when he gave this to me," Chase said, referring to the tablet in his paws. "Something about a journal of some sort."
"Dude kept a diawy?" Zuma snickered. "Never would've guessed."
"Should we open it?" Marshall asked.
"I don't know," Skye, Chase's girlfriend, said hesitantly. "I mean, wouldn't this be invading his privacy?"
"If he was concerned about that, he would've removed it from the device before giving it to Chase," Rocky reasoned.
"Yeah," Chase nodded in agreement. "Besides, Blight didn't say anything about not allowing me to listen to these despite mentioning them."
"What are we waiting for then?" Everest asked exitedly. "Open it!"
Chase put his paw on the file's logo, and a series of recordings showed themselves. Naturally, he tapped on the first one, creatively titled: Recording One.
"Hiya," Blight's voice emitted from the device. "Despite what the title might suggest, this is going to be the last recording I'm making. As a warning of sorts, I suppose."
"Speaking of the warning," Blight's voice suddenly sounded rather ominous. "If you stole this tablet or picked it up from the ground or have obtained it by any means other than me giving it to you, it will self-destruct in 5 seconds. So you have 5 seconds to throw it away now."
Chase was fairly sure he'll be fine, but he put the gadget down, just in case.
"If you're hearing this part, then the tablet didn't explode, spontaneously combust in flames and released a lethal, toxic gas in a 50 feet radius. Not necessarily in that order," Blight's sarcastic and slightly amused voice continued. "Then that means I gave this thing to you, for one reason or another.
I should probably give you some background information to work with before you listen to the rest of the recordings, though.
I live in the snowy mountains with my family. My birth mother died and father ended up finding another mate. I also have a half-sister, Beatrix, who's the only wolf that I interact with within my age range.
I'm antisocial, deal with it.
Anyways, one day, a group of people from a gang named Blood Rend killed my parents and brought Beatrix and me to a laboratory where we were experimented on. After that...
Well, I trust that past me will tell the story just fine.
My name is Blight, I'm a gray wolf, and this is the story of my slightly more screwed-up than usual life."
