Disclaimer: I do not own PAW Patrol or any of its characters (not that any appear here). I only own Blight most of the characters that are starred in this story.

Recording Two

Cold, dark, hunger, pain, and never-ending suffering. I am not a seer, but that is what I can foresee in our imminent future. Only through escape can we break free from this never-ending cycle of misery.

Female voice of protest in the background

Come on, Trix. You just asked me to describe the place we're in.

Sounds of protest from the same voice

What do you mean, it's too edgy? I just perfectly depicted the damned place we're in.

Slight grumbling

Geez, you're impossible to please.

Umm, hello to anyone that might be listening to this. My name is Blight, and the girl behind me is Beatrix. We're gray wolves and Beatrix is my half-sister.

Currently, we're in some sort of research facility that is run by a gang named Blood Rend. They've been doing experiments on us after our capture, trying to make us more effective in combat. Beatrix stole this tablet in their storage when she was passing by there to the experimentation rooms and told me to make a recording or something. She thinks that if someone ever comes by this thing, they might be able to rescue us or something.

To be clear, I'm not redacting my description of this place. It's cold and dark inside the cells, and they only feed us every evening with slop that I don't even know the name of that had sedatives mixed in.

It's not that we like the food, but if you're in our situation, you'll learn to be less picky.

Speaking of the sedatives, I feel like it's been affecting me less lately. The first few weeks when we were captured, I instantly got knocked out by those things. Now, it only makes me a little tired. Beatrix says that it might be due to the chemicals they forcibly injected into my body. She believes that I might be able to use that to escape someday, but that's just her overoptimism speaking.

Sounds of protest

What do you mean, I'm being a pessimist? I'm being a pragmatist. The difference is that one thinks that everything will go wrong and the other judges the situation with his damn brain.

Footsteps in the background

Shit! I'll be right back.

You hear sounds of shouting in the background, followed by taunting, jeers, and angry growls

I'm back, it was our dinner. Daniel is in charge of bringing us the slop, he's one of the more high-level members of Blood Rend. I'm pretty sure the only reason he's the one bringing us the 'food' instead of some low-level grunt is that he just enjoys taunting us because we're his prisoners.

I fucking hate that guy.

Sounds of protest

I don't care about my freaking language, Trix! Just eat your food and get some sleep while I conclude this recording.

Grumbling

Where was I? Oh right, Daniel. I swear to god I'll throw that man into a freaking volcano.

Anyways, I told Beatrix that I'm gonna conclude this recording, but now that she's asleep, it's the perfect time to talk about Rex.

If you want me to describe Rex in a single word, I would say big.

No, wait. Huge, massive, humongous, enormous, take your pick. The bottom line is, that dude's gigantic.

Rex is a Bullmastiff owned by Hugo, who's basically our jailer. He's at least 30 inches tall and easily dwarfs both Beatrix and I even though we're wolves. Despite his size, though, Rex is a child at heart, childish, playful and naïve. He's also the only one in the entire research facility who isn't a dick to Beatrix and me. In fact, I'm pretty sure Trix has a crush on him.

However, he is, as I said, naïve. Despite what we said, Rex firmly believes that his owner and his organization are not doing anything wrong.

"They try their best not to make it hurt," he would say. "Maybe next time, it'll hurt a little less."

Spoiler alert, it wouldn't.

The experiments only get worse over time. But of course, Rex doesn't believe that. He refuses to believe that his owner is doing something wrong, that he might be hurting others.

I don't hate him for that, we all have something that we firmly believe in, if only to anchor ourselves in reality. If we don't believe in anything at all, we'll just lose faith in our world, lose faith in life, in our very existence.

Wow, I didn't mean to go all philosophical back there.

Honestly, I envy his ignorance. Way better than getting needles poked all over your body.

Anyways, Beatrix would be pissed that I talked about Rex without her, but I just-

You know what, never mind, I guess I'll just end this recording here.

I still don't think that we'll be this lucky, but if you're hearing this.

Please, help us.

*Recording end*

So, you can pretty much expect a good portion of the chapters to look somewhat like this one. I want to make this fanfic really feel like recordings that Blight made during his time in captive.

That said, there would also probably a good bit of chapters that tell the story in a third-person view. You can't actually expect Blight to describe his fights in every detail.

School started just after Digital was finished, so this fanfic might update a little slower and the chapters might be a little shorter, but I'll try my best.

That said, I hope that you'll enjoy this story and any feedback I receive will be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance.

P.S. For the people who actually noticed (and cared), the name was changed because...reasons, okay?