Rocky

It was a bright morning in Adventure Bay. The sun settled in. It was the summer. It was very hot outside, about 29 degrees. In a half-dark alley among the dumpsters, there was a pup. It was a mix-breed. He had gray fur. And...he loved inventing stuff from trash, since trash was the only stuff he could afford to make. He loved recycling, although he never did he dreamed to become a well-known pup in Adventure Bay. He even heard of the PAW patrol, but he knew he was worthless to them. He decided against it. He wanted to be alone and work properly without any interruptions, and of course, no disruptions. He loved to work alone, it was his style.

His name was Rocky. He got the name from his parents when they saw that the first thing he set his eyes on in reality was a small looking rock. He put it between his paws and lifted it. 'Rock'. He recalled it perfectly.

'That's a rock.' He remembered it quite well the voice of his mother. A tear flowed down his cheek. He sniffed and withdrew it. He remembered saying the word after his mother. His father was beside his mother smiling at him. Those were the important times.

"The good old days..." Rocky smiled, but it soon faded, being replaced by a frown. "Are now gone. Why did my parents have to die by suffering?" He sighed, still unhappy. He went back to his invention. He was inventing a small catapult. He grew older already. His parents died in a tragic accident. Rocky was crying everyday, having memories of them every time. If he wished for something, it was nothing more than to get them back and be reunited with his parents. That's all he wanted. He knocked out of his thoughts, knowing that the thoughts would disturb him further more. He didn't ponder over his parents anymore because he would just weep over them again, and again and again. It would worsen.

It was today the day that Rocky was truly amazed with his inventions. He loved inventing but there was only one problem. He constantly failed every time he created something out of garbage. This time he was careful enough not to make the same mistake. But there was still the same misconception that Rocky over thought too much. He attempted it, hoping for once he would succeed and continue to be the best inventor pup in the world. He took a deep breathe. He then placed a rock on the catapult, one that he could actually lift in-between his paws. He pulled the lever...nothing. He pulled it once more. Still nothing. He was getting his calculations wrong and began getting more frustrated. "Why won't this stupid thing work?!" He was now angry with himself. He kicked it once more, then the whole thing fell to pieces. The part of the lever stood in-front of him. He was now shaking his head in disbelief and got angrier than ever. "You stupid thing!" He kicked it with force and the lever hit against the wall and came back and smashed against his forehead. He fell down in impact and began whimpering. Fortunately, there was no blood. It wasn't that painful. But it still hurt for Rocky. And not because of the lever but because of the times that he failed.

He whimpered. "I can't do anything right." He sputtered. His head was lying on the ground, he arms spread out. "I'm sorry, dad. I tried to impress you and mom. To make you happy. But I failed you, dad. I failed you, mom." He began crying...and then he heard a voice. One that echoed through the dark alley.

"C'mon, Chase! Let's see what's up!" Rocky got himself up, his legs slightly trembling because he failed his parents he thought. He saw a brown-haired boy come up to him, and a German Shepherd too. "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine. Are you?"

Ryder smiled. "I'm the one who asked you. I'm more worried about you."

"Thanks. But like I said, I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Ryder asked.

Rocky didn't know how to answer that. Was he okay or was he not? "I...don't know anymore. My life's a ruin as far as you can see." He glanced at the fallen apart catapult. Ryder too glanced his way.

"Wow. Did you make that?" Ryder asked.

"Y-Yeah."

"Wow. That's actually...I'm actually impressed. No one has that knowledge to make a catapult as you. I invent too."

Rocky nodded. "I know who you are. You're the PAW patrol. I heard so much about you. It must be so good being famous, huh?" Rocky sighed and looked at the ground, losing hope and faith.

"C'mon, you can do much better than that!" Ryder encouraged Rocky, hoping to make the better out of him.

"Yeah. I know you can." Chase finally spoke for the first time.

Rocky sighed. "I don't know. Every time I invent a thing I fail. It just won't operate like I want it to."

"You'll learn from your mistakes." Ryder gave him a piece of advice. Rocky shook his head, disagreeing.

"I invented stuff like a million times and I fail each time." Rocky said. "Maybe I'm not meant to be an inventor or recycling pup." Rocky thought. "Hmm. Maybe a musician would do?"

"Don't think that. Whatever you wish, may be given to you."

"But why won't they work?"

"You're not being confident enough."

"I am. Every time I invent stuff, I think about making my parents happy. I'm doing it for them, not for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes. But there's the problem."

Rocky was perplexed at Ryder's answer. "Huh?"

"Do it for your parents, but do it for yourself too. I'm sure your parents would want this for you, not for them. They're happy either way. But I'm sure they're happy if you're doing it for yourself. Understand?"

"Yes, I think."

"You want a ride to the Lookout?"

"You mean, where the PAW patrol lives?"

Ryder nodded.

"Count me in! I'd never say no to an offer like that!" Ryder giggled. Then hop in Chase's rig and we'll get going!" Rocky smiled and licked Ryder. "Hahah."

Rocky jumped in Chase's rig and they made way for the Lookout.

As they arrived, they were met by Skye and Marshall. "Ryder! Chase! Who's the pup?" Marshall asked.

"Yeah. Who is he?"

"Pups. Meet Rocky." Ryder said.

Rocky waved a paw. "Hi." He said. "You see I like inventing stuff. It's pretty cool, right?"

The other three pups howled and walked to Rocky and they had a friendly conversation. Not knowing what Ryder was doing, Rocky was still chatting with the pups as he went inside the lookout and came back with a pup pack made especially for some 'inventor' and possibly recycling pup Rocky guessed. He saw it and marveled. "Wow!"

"This is for you. If your first invention is a success, I will have a surprise waiting for you at the end. If not, I'm afraid you can't join the PAW patrol."

"Just the first invention?" Rocky asked, not afraid at all to have his future job failed.

Ryder nodded. "Just the first." He repeated. "I believe in you, Rocky. I see goodness in you and believe me, you will succeed." Ryder was on his knees, level with Rocky.

"How are you so sure?" Rocky asked.

"Because I believe you can do it!" Ryder then walked inside the Lookout, the other pups joining him. Ryder looked back at Rocky and spoke once more. "There's a whole pile of junk beside my ATV for you to work on with your first invention. You have one day. All night. Good luck! I wish you success. First thing in the morning, I'm gonna check on your invention." Rocky approved of it and nodded. Ryder went inside the Lookout.

Rocky smiled, knowing what to invent. "Let's get to work. I'm not failing you once more, dad. Not even you, mom. I promise this will work!"

Rocky sat all night, not even a bit exhausted. He was too elevated to be tired. He used his new pup pack to invent, insert, attach and alot more. And soon it was finished. He even had a bowl of water beside him. He drank all of it. And when he was finished, he was marveled at his own invention. Ryder walked out of the lookout at the exact moment that Rocky finished and was amazed at what he saw. "Amazing!" He exclaimed.

"Do you like it?" Rocky asked, waiting for an immediate answer.

"I don't like it, Rocky. I love it!" Rocky finally saw something real this time. Someone relying of his invention, it was amazing and new too to him.

The invention was also a catapult, but now much bigger and Rocky seemed to have confidence for this one. He looked at Ryder. Ryder nodded. Then the pups came outside. Rocky looked at his invention. He took a deep breathe and pulled the lever. One second...two seconds...nothing. Rocky saddened. Ryder was confused because he saw everything that Rocky did. Ryder would never give Rocky just once chance but multiple. He just lied so he can get Rocky to do it properly. Ryder never slept, just the pups. He was watching the whole entire time as Rocky was creating it. "I don't get it." Rocky said. "It should've worked! I'm so stupid! What was I thinking?!" He threw his cap on the ground in frustration and cried. "I believed in you all the time. Why did you forsaken me, dad? Why did you too, mom? This invention is my greatest yet, and it still didn't work!"

Ryder smiled. "You did it!" Ryder exclaimed in happiness.

Rocky was confused. "What?"

"You had confidence. You believed. Look." Ryder went over the the catapult and adjusted the lever a bit more tight. "Now pull it." Ryder instructed.

Rocky did not hesitate. He obeyed and it worked! It actually worked! Rocky's frown turned to a smile. The catapult catapulted a rock threw the air and almost hit Marshall.

"You're our newest member of the PAW patrol!" Ryder cheered him. The pups howled. It was the greatest moment and day Rocky could ever remember. Being their recycling pup was the best thing that happened to him. Yet all he needed was some amazing advice. He knew he done his parents a favor.

I really enjoyed writing this chapter, everyone! It was really good! It was...amazing. Hope you all liked it! Please review and stay tuned for the next newest member, Zuma! :) Have a nice day!