AN: Considering the last chapter isn't that long I figured I might as well write it. Thanks for reading Monkey's Paw. I'll be taking a break from Paw Patrol fanfiction next week because I got a job starting on Tuesday and I need to adjust to it. The week following it I'm going to work on Zuma's Fear and my Gumball fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol

Marshall knew that nothing lasted forever in life. There was an end to everything. Day turns to night. Summer turns to winter. And life eventually becomes death. Marshall had never though he would deal with the concept of death at such a young age, but here he was at his best friend's funeral. He tugged at the collar of his tux, trying to ignore the inchy feelings as he watched others mingle or say their farewells to the open casket. It was a miracle that Ryder managed to hire good enough morticians and doctors to heal Chase's body so it could be was still some scaring, but compared to what he was when the truck hit him it was a miracle to even see his face clearly.

Closing his eyes, Marshall felt tears return as he raised a paw to his heart in an effort to stop the pain, but it did nothing. The memory of seeing his friend right there, clear as day, and then getting hit instantly a second later to his doom had haunted him for days. The sight of Chase, lying there motionless, with his entire body broken and bleeding in a state of ruin still managed to get a rise of bile to his throat before he forced it down.

The only comfort he took was that Chase died on impact and felt very little pain before he was gone.

He glanced at the others who were just as miserable as him. Zuma was being comforted by a teary-eyed Rocky while patting the sobbing lab on the back. Rubble was being held by Ryder who Marshall had never seen cry so much as today. It wasn't a surprise considering Chase was his first dog and his oldest friend. He, Chase, and Marshall had all started Paw Patrol together; there was always a close bond between the three of them. And Skye? Skye was there by his side, looking at Chase alongside him. She had been the most support for him since Chase died which was both a blessing and a curse. He had long kept his feelings for Skye a secret for so long that not even Chase knew of them. One night, when he had a nightmare and she came to comfort him, he couldn't help but kiss her. That kiss was returned and then nightmares soon stopped. The team didn't know yet, they both agreed to wait awhile to announce their new love.

It was awkward to suddenly have a girlfriend during a moment of tragedy, but there were often stories of lovers coming together during such times. And to think, I was all about to give up on asking her.

He continued to watch citizens of Adventure Bay head towards the dark oak casket, surrounded by flowers of all kinds. He hadn't yet said his final goodbyes yet, but he was working towards it. When Alex and his Grandfather finally left the casket in tears, Skye nudged him forward which gave him the boost he needed to walk to the casket. Chase lay inside a white velvet cover while dressed in Paw Patrol outfit, the way he would have wanted to be buried. His police cap was positioned under his folded paws over his chest and despite the painful death he had been given, his face looked like one of utter peace. Marshall didn't know if there was a heaven that they all went to or nothing awaited them in the great beyond, but the point was Chase felt no pain and was forever at peace.

"Chase..." Marshall choked up a bit as he struggled to say something. He had given a speech earlier about Chase, but why did it feel so hard to do now? "You were my brother... my best friend... I think I speak for everyone when I say there won't be another honroable or brave leader like you. Ryder... he's offered me to take leadership of the team. I've decided to take it because I think you would have wanted it." Taking a deep breath, he stood as straight as possible and saluted to the corpse. "I promise I won't let you down, buddy. Take a good long rest and... hopefully we'll met again."

He leaned down to kiss his friend's forehead goodbye before turning around to talk to the others while waiting for the burial to begin. However, unbeknownst to Marshall, the pups, or anybody there, a mysterious cloaked figure walked towards the casket. It was an elderly English Golden Retriever with one pale eye staring at Chase with a toothy grin; said set of teeth was missing a few too. She wore a purple cloak with a hood covering half her face as she strolled forward as if on smoke. Nobody paid any attention to her despite her standing out. She stared at the body and smirked, "Oh dear. It seems you fallen to a terrible fate haven't you?"

She slowly drew out a single item. A paw. A monkey's paw that was fully closed. "You left this I'm afraid. Nobody escapes their fate or their sins. Not even in death." She gently laid the cursed item right beside Chase's head on his pillow and chuckled. "Sleep well my friend. Sleep well. And thank you for visiting my store."

And with that she left. Nobody noticed the paw lying there in the casket. Not when the final prayers were said and the casket was closed. It and Chase lay there in silence as he was slowly buried in his grave. He and the paw would remain together.

Both in life and in death.

The end