AN: Well, here is the start of Chase's experience. He actually has two flashbacks, but the second one comes next chapter. The start of this is my attempt of doing a little humor in a cartoon logic sense, but I'm afraid it might not actually work.
As usually, if anybody would like ideas I'm happy to provide some.
Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol
Marshall's brain finally kicked in just as the bear's claw was about to knock his face off. He quickly ducked and rushed forward, straight between the bear's legs. Marshall didn't dare stop running until he found himself smacked face first with the wall. "I'm okay," he said before hearing the roar of the bear again.
It was coming straight for him and Marshall didn't know what to do. Spotting a few rocks, he grabbed them with his mouth, lifted them in the air, and turned around before kicking them straight at the bear. A few made a direct hit the bear's face, including the eyes, which forced it to shut them, but it didn't stop him. Gasping, Marshall rolled out of the way just as the bear smashed head first into the wall, causing its nose to bleed. Marshall himself ended up scratching his back over a few pointy rocks, breaking his skin and drawing blood. He didn't even notice his collar getting loose and falling off.
He hissed, but now wasn't the time to reflect on his pain. He had to get out of the cave and fast. The problem was still the bear, it was now swiping it's paws everywhere and made it difficult to get out of the cave.
Any minute it was going to open its eyes and eat him for dinner. Marshall tried to think of a way to get out of this, thinking back to what Ryder taught him about bears during their trips into the woods. If you see a bear… you… punch it in the nose? No, that's sharks. Climb a tree? But there are no trees! Play dead? His eyes widened. Play dead! That's it! Good thing I happen to be the best Paw Patroler at that trick!
Grasping his chest, Marshall let out a few gags and coughs. "Ugh! You got me! Cave spinning! Vision is getting dark! Feel… so cold…" Marshall gave out one last cry before spinning round and landing on his back, all fours laid out in the air. He even lopped out his tongue for good measure.
The bear finally stopped and stared at the 'deceased' pup that was in his cave. He walked over, sniffed Marshall a few times before grunting and turning away. The bear, in turn, saw the shiny red collar an grabbed it while heading deeper into his cave to examine it.
Marshall, opening one of his eyes, saw the bear preoccupied, and slowly got up. He tiptoed as best as he could towards the entrance, but a loose rock he hit alerted the bear. Marshall quickly fell on his stomach, eyes closed, and rump raised while trying to act as limp as possible. The bear raised an eyebrow before shrugging and getting back to focusing on its new toy. Sweating the sweat off his brow with his ear, Marshall got up and quietly walked 'till he was outside of the cave, but then lightning flashed and he yelped.
Realizing his mistake, Marshall got back on his back and held his paws on his chest lying as straight as possible. The bear, now curious again, walked up to Marshall and started sniffing him again. This time, however, Marshall felt a sneeze coming and did his best to continue holding it in and play dead. Or else he was dead for real.
But it was too much and before Marshall knew it, he sneezed in front of the bear's face. His snot entered the beast's eyes and it roared in fury before striking it's paw. Marshall tried to move, but a painful cry echoed in the cave as it slashed his side. Still, Marshall pressed out of the cave, running as fast as his adrenaline could push him while ignoring the open gash in his side.
The rain was coming down harder. Skye had convinced Chase to move his vehicle under a tree, saying that three seconds of not watching the drone wasn't going to be life or death. With the protectiveness of the trees covering them, Skye shook herself dry and warmed herself up with a blanket Chase had in his trunk. She watched him continue to stare at the screen, controlling the drone with a look of pure concentration.
She only hoped that Marshall was keeping himself warm and dry in this weather. Marshall may have been silly, and a klutz, but he knew when to be serious. And a storm like this is much too serious.
Skye wasn't the only one thinking this as a call from Ryder soon alerted both of them. "Guys, the storm is getting too rough. We have to head back to the Lookout. "
"We're not done yet, Ryder, sir! Marshall is out here! I can feel it!" shouted Chase.
"Chase, I know you're worried about him, but this storm is getting worse and I don't want to have two more pups missing. Come back to base, that's an order."
Skye turned to Chase, who looked to be torn on what to do. Chase had always followed Ryder's orders and disapproved of anyone else questioning their leader. He was a by the book guy in everything from missions to games. And now his heart was torn between to do what he wanted and obeying his orders.
Closing his eyes, Chase muttered, "Ryder, sir? With all due respect, I cannot obey that order. Chase out"
"Chase, wait!" cried out a Ryder's voice before Chase silenced him, turning off his communicator tag.
He turned to Skye and said, "You should get going. Don't want Ryder to be angry at you too."
Skye shook her head, her mind already made up. "No, I'm staying with you, Chase. I wanna find Marshall too."
Chase nodded before sighing and getting back to his screen. "Ryder's going to scold me when I get back, but I don't care. I'm not letting Marshall out of my sights. I'll chase him round the world if I have to."
"He's really that important to you, huh?" asked Skye, walking over to his side.
Chase's expressions softened as a smile stretched across his muzzle. "He was my first pup friend. I didn't have any back when I was little. My dad, Ryder, and his dad were all I had until I met him…"
Chase didn't know why his dad wanted him to meet this dog family, even if they were old friends. It wasn't that he was scared. Not Chase. He was just unsure. He never bothered making friends with other pups because of how big they were or how weird it felt being with other dogs. Especially since most of them had two parents while he only had one.
Not that his dad wasn't great. He was the best police dog in all of Adventure Bay. Even in his old city before he moved and met his mom he was famous. To Chase, his father was everything in his world. How he acted, what he said, what he believed in. All of it Chase absorbed like a sponge.
Plus, he had friends. Human friends like Ryder and his brilliant dad. They were his family, even if they were different species, and Ryder had been there for him ever since he was born. He didn't feel there was any reason to for him to meet his family, especially their son.
The only reason he was not pushing the issue was because one of them was his Dad's old teammates from his day as a Rescue Rover, the first multi-dog rescue team that Ryder's dad once lead. While the old team split up, and went their own separate ways, his dad and the dalmation that was coming had stayed close over the years. Everyone else had drifted way.
Chase watched as his father licked the last of his fur on his head, claiming he was satisfied with the grooming. "Ugh, do you have to do that, Dad? It's embarrassing."
A much larger german shepherd with deep green eyes and a small scratch on his cheek chuckled. "Sorry, Chase. Can't have you scaring our guests' way with your ugly bed head. Now you remembered to put all your toys away, right?""
Chase walked over to the entrance of the Lookout and tried to find any he missed. "Yup! Got them all, Dad!"
His dad gave him a proud smile before both of them heard the sound of a car honking. "That must be them right now. I'll go get the Professor and Ryder."
His father left the room to head upstairs while Chase gulped upon the thought of having guests in their home. They rarely ever got any, but there was a first time for everything, huh? He walked outside and saw a huge firetruck coming into their parking lot. Chase wagged his tail and barked as the red engine blew its horn. Two adult dalmations, one male with small spots and a female with fluffy big spots, jumped down from the top of the trunk. A group of firefighters all waved at the two before the fire truck took off.
The two adults turned towards Chase and gave him a warm smile. "You must be Chase, right? Trigger's son?"
"Ugh, yes sir!" said Chase, standing tall and trying his best to look proper.
The female chuckled. "Yup, it's his son alright. I'm Misty, and this is my husband, Blaze."
"Nice to meet you, Chase. Your dad said you were a clear cardboard version of him and he wasn't kidding. Except your eyes. You got your mother's eyes," said Blaze, walking over and rubbing his paw over Chase's head.
Ignoring the head rubbing, Chase leaned forward eagerly upon hearing the last part. "Did you know her, sir?"
"Your father and I met her when we had to respond to an emergency with our team in this town. He fell in love with her at first sight. After the team split up, he decided to come back here and woo her over. Rest is history as they say," explained Blaze. He then looked around, trying to find something. "Honey? Where's Marshall?"
"He was with us when we got dropped off," said Misty, looking around.
Figuring that Marshall was their pup, Chase was about to suggest searching the area when a voice cried out, "Look out!" Chase turned around only to have his eyes widen at the sight of a dalmatian pup around his size, trying to ride a skateboard.
While deading right towards him.
Chase was knocked back as both pups sailed into the air. Chase landed on his back, but that was nothing compared to the dalmatian pup landing on top of him. The two groaned before the other pup shook his head and smiled. "Sorry, about that. I'm Marshall!"
"Chase. Could you please get off of me?" asked the german shepherd pup.
"Sorry, " said Marshall, getting off as the two adult dalmatians chuckled. He looked up at the Lookout and gasped. "Wow! This is where you live?! You must be the coolest pup ever!"
"Uh, thanks," said Chase, blushing. He then noticed the skateboard. "Hey, where did you find that? I thought I put that away?"
"Oh, it was right by that tree over there. I was gonna carry it over, but I slipped and fell before I ended up riding it. It was really fun!" explained Marshall with a bounce.
"Looks like someone forgot to clean up their toys," said Trigger as he walked over, Ryder and his dad beside him. Ryder's dad was very similar to his son in both facial features and hair style with one main difference. He looked not only more mature, but also had a beard and glasses while wearing a lab coat. Chase whimpered at the thought of displeasing his father, but to his relief he got nuzzled instead. "Relax, Chase. It was a silly mistake, but a harmless one. Plus, I think Marshall here enjoyed playing around with it."
"Hi, Mr. Trigger! It's a honor to meet another member of Dad's Rescue Rover team!" said Marshall, wagging his tail.
"And you are just as much the bundle of energy your mother complains about," chuckled Trigger, making Marshall blush.
He turned to the other dalmatians and his smile grew as he hugged them as if they were family. "It's good to see you, Misty. You too, Hothead."
"Still never gonna let go of that nickname, huh?" teased Blaze as he slapped paws with his old teammate.
"Old habits die hard," answered Trigger.
"Good to see you again, Blaze. The years have been kind to you," said Ryder's dad.
"Thanks, Professor. Wish the whole team was here. Shame we're all so far away now," said Blaze, with a sigh.
He turned to Ryder and smiled. "Well, if it isn't little Ryder. All grown up. Last time I saw ya you were only about as tall as I was."
"Good to see you again, Blaze. Wanna come on in? We got snacks already lined up," said Ryder.
"Snacks?! Oh, boy! I'm hungry!" shouted Marshall, zipping over upon Ryder ending his sentence.
Chase's own stomach growled as he let out a chuckle. "I'm hungry too."
With that said, the group headed inside to enjoy eating and talk about old times.
Naturally, while listening to their parents talk about the good old days was fun sometimes, a pup could only be entertained for so long. So when Ryder asked if he could go out and play with Chase and Marshall, the two pups eagerly begged to do so. After getting a yes, the two went out and played ball.
"Watch out, Chase! This one's coming to you!" shouted Ryder as he threw the ball high into the air.
"I got it!" shouted Chase as he headed towards a tree, leaped up, bounced off it, and grabbed the ball in the air. He rushed back to Ryder, placed the ball next to him, and barked.
"Good boy, Chase," said Ryder, scratching Chase by the ear, much to the pups enjoyment.
"Pass it to me, Ryder!" shouted Marshall, jumping up and down.
"Okay! Go long, Marshall!" cried out Ryder as he threw it to the dalmatian pup.
"Here I go!" shouted Marshall, rushing out to get the ball. However, he didn't notice where he was looking as both Chase and Ryder saw him heading for the professors parked truck.
"Marshall! Look out!" shouted Chase.
"Huh? OOF!" cried out Marshall, as he hit the truck and fell on his back. Eyes rolling, he muttered, "Did anybody get the license plate of that truck?" When he shook his head, he saw it in front of him and read,"XY34-9NAE. There we go!"
The ball, meanwhile, had bounced into the bushes nearby. "I got it!" shouted Chase as he ran over to the bushes. Emerging from them, he found the ball nearby and was about to grab it when his nose picked up something. He sniffed the ground, and before he knew it, he sneezed. "Achoo!" Sniffing, he looked around. "Is there a cat here?" Curious, he decided to follow the scent. Before long he came to a nearby tree and heard a meow. He looked up and to his surprise there was a scared light purple kitty with a collar. "Oh no. That kitty is stuck up there." He turned around and started barking as loud as he could for help. "Hey! Over here! Ryder!"
Before long, Ryder and Marshall rushed over with worried expressions. "What's wrong, Chase?"
"Look, there is a kitty up in that tree!" said Chase, pointing upwards.
"How are we going to get her down?" asked Ryder.
"Wait! I got an idea!" said Marshall, running away.
Chase decided to keep a focus on the kitty for now. "Easy there little kitty! We'll get you down!"
A few seconds later, Marshall came back with an old ladder in his mouth. Spitting it out, Marshall said, "I remembered seeing his in the garage. We can use his to rescue the kitty!"
"Great idea, Marshall. I'll hold the ladder while you climb up," said Ryder as he positioned it above the tree. It was just barely long enough to reach the branch.
Marshall jumped onto the ladder and slowly began to climb up. "You sure you'll be okay, Marshall?" asked Chase.
"I will! I've been doing this since I was two!" said Marshall as he slowly climbed up the ladder. He reached he top where the kitty was hissing at him.
"Woah, there. I'm here to help you. Let's get you down so we can get you back to your owner," reassured Marshall. The kitty looked hesitant, but soon jumped onto Marshall's face, nearly causing him to all. "Ah! I can't see! I can't see!"
"Marshall, hold on! You don't want to lose your balance!" said Ryder, which made Marshall hug he ladder.
"I… I'm scared. I can't see anything!" whimpered Marshall.
"Hold on, Marshall! I'm coming!" said Chase a he got up the ladder and started climbing. He gently grabbed Marshall's tail. "Now slowly come down as I drag you, okay?"
Marshall nodded, the kitty wobbling on his head, as Chase slowly guided him down the ladder until they were at the end. The kitty jumped off Marshall's head, much to his relief, and into Ryder's arms as the two pups landed on the grass. "It's okay… um," he looked at the collar, "Callie. You're safe now."
"What's all the commotion?" asked Ryder's dad as he and the other dogs came over to investigate.
Marshall, jumping up and about, rushed over to his parents. "Mom! Dad! We just saved that kitty from that tree! All three of us! We were like one big rescue squad like you were back in the day, Dad!"
"Is this true, Chase?" asked Trigger, turning to his son.
"Um, yes, sir," answered the pup, nervously.
Smiling, Trigger walked over and padded his son on the shoulder. "Look like you got your old man's spirit, huh? I'm proud of you, Chase."
"Really?!" asked Chase with a big smile before he realized how he acted and straighten his position. "Uh, I mean. Just doing the right thing, sir."
"And we're proud of you too, son," said Misty, nuzzling her own boy. "You boys sure made a good team with Ryder here."
"Maybe some day you'll have your own Rescue Rover's in the future, huh?" tease Blaze.
"That would be cool! Hey, Chase, you wanna be rescue pups when we get older?!" asked Marshall. "I'd really like to do it with my best friend at my side!"
"B-best friend?" asked Chase with wide eyes. "I'm your best friend?"
"Yeah, you don't want to be?" asked Marshall, looking a bit hurt.
"N-no! I want to! You're my best friend too, Marshall!" shouted Chase with a smile. The two pups laughed and hugged each other before following their parents back to the look to call the owner of the cat.
Skye couldn't help but laugh. "Callie was your first rescue, huh? I guess it shouldn't come to a surprise since we rescue her so many times."
"Yeah," chuckled Chase. "Marshall and I grew closer as we met more and more. Our dad's didn't want to lose touch with each other like they had with the other members of Rescue Rover so we saw each other almost every week. I think that day was also the day Ryder decided he wanted to forum Paw Patrol with me and Marshall as the founding pups. Of course, we didn't really start getting into rescues until you and Rocky joined."
"Whatever happened to the rest of the Rescue Rovers? Besides your dad and Marshall's dad, I never really hear much about them," asked Skye.
"The rest… just fell out of touch. Never were seen again. It's one of the things Ryder wanted to do differently with Paw Patrol. Start it when we were pups so our bonds as friends could last longer. Most of the Rescue Rovers were adults when they started, but our dad's were teens. That's why they bonded easier." Chase bit his lip and turned back to his drone screen. "I didn't want that to happen to our team. That's why I'm so upset at myself for what I did to Marshall. Not only because he's my friend, but also because I want us to be friends forever. All of us."
Skye looked at Chase with a warm smile. He acts tough all the time, but deep down he has a big heart.
A beep on the screen alerted the two of them. Chase barked with excitement. "The drone found something! It's getting closer and…." Suddenly Chase's expression turned to one of horror as he slowly began to lose all color in his face. "… oh no…."
Skye looked at the screen and soon shared a similar expression.
The drone had found Marshall's fire truck… smashed, burning, and no sign of Marshall.