Chase just laid there, Marshall's words repeating over and over again in his mind.
'No one asked you to follow me here. No one asked you to spend time with me. No one asked you to be my friend, so if you're so disgusted by someone like me… Then STAY OUT OF MY LIFE! I HATE YOU!"
Chase's heart felt heavy. He felt oh so very guilty from saying those words. Why? Why did he have to say those words? He was such an idiot!
Crying, he got up on his paws. The weight of guilt was heavy on his back. He just wanted things to be normal again, to be best friends with Marshall, and not have Joey in the picture.
HE started back down the trail to his police cruiser. He walked slowly, dark and depressed thoughts filled his mind. How was he ever going to earn Marshall's forgiveness? Would they ever be friends again? What if Marshall told Ryder about this, and Ryder kicks him off the team?
Chase suddenly felt goose-bumps on his back.
He could feel his sins crawling on his back.
THe sounds of a branch snapping made him turn around. "Who's there?" he asked.
He was answered with silence.
"Marshall? Is that you?" he asked, that weird feeling on his back growing.
"... Chaaaaaase…" A voice moaned, a fog settling in.
"Wh-who's there?! M-m-marshall, if that's you, I know I was rude to you, but th-this ain't funny!" Chase said, fear and dread sinking in.
"... Whhyyyy… why did you…..?" the voice moaned again.
Chase was speechless. THe fog was so thick, he couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, from out of the shadows, came a pup. HE was wearing a cloak, his fur face, everything was covered by the robe. HE had… A scythe with blood on it's blade on his back.
"Wh-wh-who are y-y-y-you?" Chase asked, fear freezing him in place.
"It matters not for who I am… What matters… is that i am here… to punish you for your sins..."
"P-p-punish?" Chase asked, dreading the answer.
"Yes…" The figure spoke, taking the Scythe in his paws, and raising it.
"Wh-wh-which i-i-i-i-is?"
"A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH."
Marshall arrived home, in tears, and grinding his teeth in anger. "Marshall, are you okay?" Skye asked.
Marshall was about ready to blow off on Skye, since she was the reason Chase rejected him in the first place, but he sighed, knowing she had nothing to do with this issue between him and Chase.
"Just had a stressful night. I'm going to get some rest." Marshall said.
"Did you see Chase? I can't find him," Skye said worried.
Chase. Just the thought of it made Marshall's blood boil. "No, Skye. I did not see him." He said in a dark tone.
"Oh, okay." Skye said. She knew better to provoke Marshall when he used that tone.
Marshall went inside his puphouse after transforming it from his firetruck, and closed the door once inside. SIghed, he laid on his bed, and slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep…
THe sound of a high pitched scream rang into Marshall's ears. He groaned and shifted.
"OH MY GOD! CHASE!" he could hear. Marshall sighed, and got up.
He walked out of his pup-house, and walked over to the group of pups, and Ryder. THey had looks of pure horror on their faces.
"What's all the fuss?" Marshall asked grumpily.
"It's Chase! He's… He's…" Zuma said. Marshall rolled his eyes and went up to see…
The dead body of Chase. His body was badly beaten up, cuts and gashes all over his body. He had been brutally murdered, tear stains on his face.
Marshall instantly flinched from the sight. Yea, he did wish Chase was dead, but he didn't literally mean for it to happen!
"OH MY GOD!" Marshall cried out after being in shock for ages.
"PLEASE! STOP, I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I'M SORRY!" Chase cried out as he received blow after blow.
The hooded pup had purple fiery eyes. "YOU MUST PAY FOR THE SINS YOU HAVE COMMITTED!"
"I'M SORRY! PLEASE!" Chase cried out as now he was too injured to move.
"SORRY DOESN'T FIX BROKEN HEARTS." The hooded figure said as he delivered the fatal blow, sending blood everywhere.
Silence fell after The Shepherd stopped breathing. The hooded figure picked up CHase's body, placed it on his back along with his Scythe, and walked off into the fog.
AFter a long period of crying and Grieving, Ryder, with a heavy heart, announced the death of Chase the German Shepherd, Traffic cop pup of the PAW Patrol.
All of Adventure Bay came to his funeral, Even Joey, Chase's parents, and Marshall's too. Marshall and Chase were almost inseparable in their childhood, and both pairs of Parent thought it would be hard on Marshall to lose his best friend.
They were right.
AFter the Funeral Service was over, Chase's coffin buried, and everyone gone, Marshall was alone, sitting in front of Chase's grave, Joey waiting for him at the Cemetery entrance.
"Chase… oh god Chase, why? How did this? I didn't…" Marshall said, breaking down. "I didn't mean for you to go and die!" He sobbed, laying on the ground. It was raining, and Marshall's fur was getting drenched from the rain, and his tears.
Crying, Marshall got up and ran. He ran. He didn't care where he ran, just… away from this Nightmare.
He crashed into Joey. "Marshall! IT's okay," Joey said in a comforting and soothing tone.
Marshall cried more onto Joey's shoulder for the longest time until he cried himself to sleep. Joey sighed sadly as he carried Marshall to his firetruck and helped him to the dally's firetruck
Joey prayed to god things wouldn't grow worse than this as he drove to the lookout.
They did, sadly.
Over the weeks, Marshall was worse for the wear. He was eating less, his bright cheery personality burned out, his white fur graying, his eyes losing their shining blue color.
"Marshall?" Joey called out. He was looking for the dally, three weeks after Chase's Funeral. Ever since then, Joey spent all the time he could with Marshall trying to comfort him. It was very discouraging to see that Marshall wasn't improving.
"Marshall!? Where are you?" Joey called out. He was growing worried, he hadn't seen Marshall anywhere today. "MARSHALL!?"
Marshall stood before a cliff. At the bottom, jagged rocks crashing the incoming waves.
Perfect setting for a intentional death.
"Chase… Chase, I'm coming," Marshall mumble as he backed up, and charged.
He went sailing over the cliff…
Falling to his demise…
Crying, thinking of all of his regrets…
Waiting for his heart to stop beating…
Accepting his inevitable death…
"Marshall…"
"...Marshall!"
"MARSHALL!"
Marshall woke with a jolt, Rocky practically screaming at him, and about ready to go grab Chase and have him use his megaphone.
"About time! It's Breakfast time!" Rocky said walking off.
Marshall shook his head. What in the world was that?
HE walked into the lookout for Breakfast. EVeryone was there, even Chase, who looked like he had a rough night.
So it was all just a bad dream...
Marshall felt that rage from last night boil inside him, but then he remembered his nightmare.
Did Chase deserve a second chance? Did he deserve forgiveness? Did he learn anything? At all?
Marshall sighed and ate his breakfast. What could he do? WHat WOULD he do?
Hey Everyone, so so sorry for the inactivity, but I'm gonna make a comeback, I am determined to do so! 'Vacant Dreams', a one-shot inspired by Insomi-act's 'Vacancy' Chapter six. THis one shot was written with permission by Insomi-act, go check out their amazing story, It will be worth the time.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the story 'Vacancy', or the Original Character 'Joey', they are property of Insomi-act. I do not own PAW Patrol or any of it's character, they are owned by nickelodeon.
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