All Dogs Go To Heaven, or do they?
Rocky jolted awake, finding himself in a completely different place then a second ago. He looked to the ground only to see a puffy whiteness. He gasped before looking around to see the puffy whiteness everywhere, except where he saw a big wall and gate. "D-Did I... Die?" He gulped, out of all of the pups on the PAW Patrol, he expected to be the last to die, mostly because of his position on the team.
Chase could be shot while chasing a criminal who robbed a store, Marshall could of died in a harsh building fire, Skye could've died in a helicopter crash, Zuma could've drowned if his oxygen tanks didn't work or he forget to refill it, Rubble could be squished flat by a construction beam or under a pile of rubble, Everest could've frozen to death, even if it was highly unlikely, and Tracker could've died to the animals of a jungle, such as a snake with it's venomous bite.
Rocky worked as their team's recycling pup, that was most likely the safest job on the entire team, and yet he was the first to die. He quickly tried to remember exactly how he died, and then it came to him.
There he was, helping Ryder fix his ATV for what seemed to be the hundredth time this month. Ryder scooted out from under the ATV, and wiped the sweat of his brow, "Thanks Rocky, I really needed it," smiled Ryder.
"It's no problem Ryder, I may only be the recycling pup, but I've got the mechanic role in the bag, this is easy," he laughed.
"What are you taking about, silly pup? All you do is hand me tools while I fix the ATV, not to say you don't do a good job at it though," he chuckled.
"What? I could easily become the mechanic, watch me," he laughed, jumping on the scooter with his back to the board and sliding under the ATV, which made Ryder laugh, leaning against the jack and the ATV slammed down, causing a large crashing sound, surprisingly the human didn't notice. "Well, I'll be inside, do me a favor and put the tools away, we'll put the tires on later, thanks," said Ryder, walking off. Little did the human know that Rocky was struggling to push the ATV off, unable to speak and gasping for air.
"Ryder," Rocky said weakly, before feeling himself lose conscious. His grip on the ATV slowly softened and he closed his eyes. Soon, he stopped struggling and he lay there, motionless; dead.
"That's how I went out... Cause Ryder is deaf?!" Rocky was infuriated, stomping on the puffy ground. Rocky calmed down for a second, "at least I'm in a better place," he looked up to the gate. He walked through only to see a face too familiar. "ALEX?!"
Alex looked over to the mix breed, "Oh hey Rocky, you're up here too?"
"No... NO... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Marshall under the Mistletoe
The mayor had hosted a Christmas party and invited the entirety of Adventure Bay to the party, including the PAW Patrol. Ryder had ordered a limousine to escort the pups all to the party, and the pups only arrived around an hour after the party started.
"Looks like we're late," Rocky sighed.
"That doesn't mean we can't be fashionably late," Marshall smirked, and the other pups laughed. They all stepped out of the limousine. They were all given a warm welcome, and all were partying hard.
Thirty minutes later, Marshall was chatting with Everest, and Skye stood next to them, listening. "Surprisingly, I haven't seen one mistletoe this entire party," said Everest, and almost instantly, the two pups looked up, and speak of the devil, a mistletoe hung between Marshall and Skye. The Dalmatian blushed a bright red, and Skye frowned, not exactly knowing what a mistletoe was, surprisingly. "What," asked Skye.
Sweetie walked by the two with a smirk, "when two pups are under the mistletoe, they must kiss! It's a tradition," she smirked.
"Thanks Sweetie," said Marshall, still a bright red.
Sweetie giggled, which was followed by a snort, and walked off.
Marshall turned to Skye, "y-you don't have to if you don't want to," he chuckled nervously.
"No no, it's OK, it's only a tradition," she smiled, blushing a bit herself. With that, the two slowly stared into each other's eyes and closed in on each other. Both their eyes closed, and just before their lips made contact, they we're interrupted by the mistletoe they were kissing under falling onto their noses, causing both to flinch and pull back a bit, looking to the ground to see the broken mistletoe. Chase walked up to them and walked in between the two, "no mistletoe, no kiss," he said smugly. "No need to thank me," he chuckled, the two pups looking a bit disappointed while they looked away from each other.
Marshall was under the mistletoe with Garbie next. Marshall was looking a bit drowsy and looked up to see the mistletoe, flinching to see Garbie next to him. The last person he wanted to kiss would be a goat, even Chikaleta would be better. Garbie noticed and looked up, seeing the mistletoe and licking his lips, which gave Marshall the wrong impression, letting out a loud gulp. He then watched the goat jump up and bite onto the mistletoe before chewing it up, Marshall letting out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank goodness, who invite a goat to the party anyways?!"
A few more minutes went on and Marshall found himself in the middle of a conversation with Everest and Skye, only to look up for yet two more mistletoes, placed in between him and Skye, and him and Everest. "Again?" Everest was blushing lightly, not a bright red, but a bright blue instead. Before Anyone could react, Skye pulled Marshall close and placed a kiss on to his cheek, making the Dalmatian blush lightly, but smile anyways, although Everest was infuriated. As soon as Skye pulled away, Everest pulled Marshall close and quickly made lip contact with him, making Marshall turn red, redder then before. Skye observed and was shocked and angry both at the same time. Meanwhile, Chase observed and growled, needless to say, Marshall was given a beating.
Soon, Marshall was under the mistletoe with Chase, both glaring away from each other, Marshall making sure to stay away from Skye for the rest of the night. Chase drank a cup of water before both their views shifted upwards, Chase looking to Marshall and up at the mistletoe, spitting his drink out on Marshall, who shut his eyes just in time, being sprayed by Chase, who was shedding a tear. Marshall, now wet grabbed the mistletoe and teared it down, while both yelled in sync, "who the heck is putting all these mistletoe up?!"
Sweetie hummed to herself, attaching a mistletoe to a fishing rod, and next to her lay a box of mistletoe. "Hehe, dummies."
Why won't you love me?!
Everest whined in her pup house, Skye comforting her friend.
"Everest, please calm down," Skye begged of the pup. This only made her whine more and louder, "waaaaaaaah!"
Skye rolled her eyes, "why are you crying again?"
"Cause Marshall doesn't love me," she whined.
Skye sighed, "well, do you wanna tell me what you do to Marshall whenever you talk with each other?"
"W-Well," she cleared her throat.
"Well, when we first met, I thought, "here comes your crush, Everest. Quick, say hi to him!" And do I said Hi, normally."
"I was there, Everest, you didn't say hi, you said, and I quote, "ha! Loser! Yes, I'm talking to you," Skye did her best impression of Everest's voice as well.
"Well, n-next, when we were eating food, I thought, "yes. Marshall is sitting next to you, do something to get his attention," I said I liked the design of his food bowl," she argued.
"No, you said, and I quote again, "pfft, your down design sucks," she yawned.
"Then there was that time he caught me staring at me in the PAW Patroller, and I thought, "oh no! He caught you staring at him! Do something!" So when it stopped, I walked out with him causally!"
"No, you kicked him out, you're just lucky it wasn't moving when you kicked him out," Skye groaned.
"B-but," Everest whimpered.
"Then you dumped a bucket of water on his head, yelling "Ice Bucket Challenge." Then you called him once, "hey, this is Everest. P.S, you are ugly." Then there was the time you scribbled all over his face.
"Wow, do I really do that stuff," she frowned, looking down.
"Pretty much," Skye rolled her eyes. "Now, are you going to tell me when you got a shrine full of Marshall's pictures, his spare fire helmet, some hair when he was shedding, and pup tag?"
Everest chuckled a bit, "wellllllllll," her voice trailed off.
What a dream
"Whewe are you taking me Skye," asked Zuma, who looked around. They came upon a came up to a building.
"Don't worry about it Zuma," she said with a sinister look on her face, which Zuma couldn't see, being behind the pup. She led the pup inside, using a spare key she had.
"What is this place and how do you have a key to it," asked Zuma.
"Again with the questions, could you just shut up for a second," Skye asked of the chocolate lab, leading him a flight of steps and into a room. There was a number on the door, that number being 106. Inside, Zuma was met with a bed, a few scented candles, and few rose petals spread across the ground. "What the? Why did you bwing me hewe?" Zuma looked back to see Skye shut and lock the door, looking over to Zuma.
"We're going to have some fun," she smirked, closing in on the lab.
Zuma backed away with every step she took towards him, "w-what?" He soon bumped into the bed and only a second later, Skye's lips connected with his.
Zuma woke up hours later, gasping for air. He looked around to see he was in his pup house, "oh, it was just a dweam, thank God." He calmed a bit, only to look at his side to see Skye at his side. Hi face was pale, almost as if he had the life sucked out of him. "Chase is going to kill me..."
The Lasso of Truth
Skye yipped in excitement, grabbing her Lasso of Truth. "Hehe, whose first?! She looked around for possible victims, coming across Marshall and laughing to herself before lassoing the pup.
"I love all the songs from Pokemon, unironically," said Marshall.
"Called it," yipped Skye, before searching for new victims. She found Everest next and lassoed her next.
"I care deeply for my friends but was just too afraid of showing it," she rolled her eyes.
X"Aww," Skye smiled. Her next victim was Chase, lassoing the pup easily.
"I STILL LOVE YOU," Chase shouted.
"Next," Skye sighed, she just wasn't going to shake this pup off. She found Sweetie, surprised she was at the Lookout to begin with, lassoed her.
She paused for a moment before speaking, "I act loud and boastful to drown out my own thoughts... and avoid sinking in the suffocating awareness of the unforgiving and futile nature of existence..."
Skye, Marshall, Everest, and Chase stared at the Terrior blankly.
"also my fur isn't naturally white."
"I think it's best we put this away," Skye shivered, grabbing the lasso and unwrapping it from Sweetie.
The others nodded, and soon, the lasso was burried underground, where hopefully, it was never to be seen again.