(Scooby)

This place was odd. There was very little natural light. Christina seemed stone cold. She seemed polite but suspicious of me. I could understand where she was coming from. Shaggy brought me to his room so we could talk. Christina and Thorn had slipped away. Shaggy took a seat on the bed and waited for me to say something.

"You have a tail," I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah I know" Shaggy replied.

"So, tell me about Christina,"


(Shaggy)

Somehow I knew he'd ask about her. If I didn't know for a fact that he was loyal to me and me alone I would've avoided this subject altogether but it was my best friend asking and not an anti-monster agent. True that when I first ended up here I was against the whole thing but monsters were just like humans and now whether I liked it or not I was one of them. I chewed my bottom lip arguing with myself though. Should I tell Scooby that Christina was, in fact, my match? He'd probably flip and not in a cute way. Still, he was my very, best friend forever and I'd sworn long ago not to hide anything from him so I'd have to tell him or I'd risk breaking a very serious promise and I wasn't one for doing that. So taking a deep breath I explained everything up to the very last detail including the minutes prior to his arrival.

"So, let me get this straight you and Christina are a match and she doesn't know it?"

"That's right,"

"And you've been training with her every day?"

"Yes"

"You do realize that you're bonding right?"

"I actually haven't thought that much about it," I admitted sheepishly.

"But why her?"

"Well, like, do you remember last year when a monster saved me from falling to my death?"

"It was her wasn't it?"

"Yes"

"This is huge,"

"I know"

"You have to tell her,"

B-but I can't!"

"Why?"

"Well, uh, because-"

"You're chicken,"

"I am not! I was a monster hunter!"

"You and I both know you would've preferred to be a chef,"

He was right.

"So, you're telling me I have to go tell her?" I asked.

"Yes right now,"

"Fine"


(Christina)

There I sat in my office thinking about things. Scooby could very, well be a was very possible and very, very logical. Send in a cute harmless dog to expose and infiltrate. my operation. Still, I had confirmation from Thorn that the dog could be trusted. I needed to be careful. I looked up from my paperwork when someone knocked on my door.

"Come in," I called returning to paperwork.

"Hi, Christina uh, can we talk?"

"What can I do for you Shaggy?" I asked pushing my work away knowing I could finish it later.

"Like, this is going to sound like a stupid question but what do you know about werewolves?" Shaggy asked me awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Quite a few thing, Why do you ask?"

"Well, um, Thorn has been leaving me books to read and all of them say that werewolves have uh, predestined matches,"

"That's right,"

"And that it's usually revealed by dreams,"

"Also right,"

'That happens every night,"

"Yes,"

"Christina, my match is, well, you"


(Shaggy)

Christina's eyes grew wide as she seemed to take in what I had just told her. A part of me was scared of how she would react to news like this. Would she think it was a nasty trick? A sick prank? My grand scheme to expose everything? I was not expecting what came next.

"I've been having dreams too,"