Prologue
(AN: welcome to my lore story. well...unofficial lore story, since I am not Spinmaster. anyway, i like you guys reading, if you have seen paw patrol, to place some things you consider odd in the show, this i am planning for this story to explain it all. I hope you enjoy.
disclaimer: i do not own paw patrol or its characters.)
Chase needed a day. People may not think that, but he does. Ever since the PAW patrol became friends with the princess of Barkingburg, a new, struggling country, he is being put on jobs nonstop. In fact, when he thought he could get a good night's rest, Ryder would think it would be a GREAT TIME to wake him up for patrol. He was sleep deprived. He was also not being kind to the friends he has.
He remembered when Rocky, the eco-friendly mix breed inventor, was fixing his pup house/dump truck with some power tools, (Chase couldn't remember why...something about an engine problem, or something rusting.) When Chase walked over and yelled at him to be quieter. That got Rocky in a foul mood as well, and shouted at him back if he wanted him to fail at his job. Chase argued that last time he checked, Rocky didn't GET to help out at a job. Rocky then cussed and told him that Chase was hogging them for himself. The fight would've ended in a brawl if Rubble, the construction bulldog, hadn't been there to stop that from escalating.
Rubble also told Chase to stop eating his food. He wished he could, but with how much sleep he is getting, he usually finds himself snarfing down on Rubble's food. It didn't help any bit that Skye, an aviator cockapoo and Chase's girlfriend, looked like she smelled a drunk homeless person. Chase didn't blame her: he had been gaining some unnecessary weight from Rubble's bowl and couldn't remember the last time he took a bath. And he needs to do something before that relationship starts to waver. So of course, he's been trying to convince Ryder to let him get some sleep, even Marshall, the fire klutz Dalmatian and EMT, tried to convince him when Chase keeled over and then had a stomachache.
But he wouldn't budge, saying he'll get Chase a nap soon. So far, that nap isn't coming. And that is why Chase was banging his head lightly on the steering wheel. He looked at the clock on his cruiser, which said it was 11:30 AM, then glanced up with narrowed eyes at the light, which was still red. He was really tempted to fake the sirens and finish up his patrol, but he knew Ryder wouldn't approve of it. He also had some stains on his uniform, which came from people throwing tomatoes, peaches, and an occasional pebble at him. He then glanced at the Mr. Porter's grocery store, where the owner of the store was outside glaring at the blue German Shepherd, with tightly folded arms.
The reason for this was that he had heard a rumor-well, it was actually all over the news-that the police were using excessive force on the arrested, and with a combination of Chase being an officer as well as a spy, as well as being a German Shepard, it was impossible not to get at least one fruit thrown at him. Like Mr. Porter throwing an apple at his face just now when he fell asleep while banging his head on the wheel, waking him up. He wanted to activate his megaphone to yell at him to not cause any trouble so he can sleep. But with the situation he is in, he knew he was going to get a lot of pebbles thrown at him, and he already had a sore eye from one a few days ago. So, he continued his patrol, making sure everything was alright, and not falling asleep, as well as ignoring some yells and insults directed to chase. At first, checking around the town, he was happy that nothing seemed out of place.
Until he heard a cry for help. Normally, Chase would be happy about these things, prepared for the next rescue, and ready to help, but being sleep deprived and practically the whole town hating him, he growled, muttering some suggestive words, and asking the universe if it was a crime to sleep. He then turned his cruiser over, and rushed to the source of the sound, which was a cat stuck in a tree. The cat was a yellow cream color, with three black stripes on her back, which was the same color as her ears. Her eyes were blue, and she had a reddish-pink bandanna around her neck.
Chase sighed, wishing Marshall was on patrol instead of him. Chase also argued about that, but Ryder pointed out that every time Marshall is on the ladder, he comes back down on his butt.
Well, then MAYBE have Marshall practice and get better at it. Chase thought. But he dismissed it and focused on the goal. Using some of his spy trying, he climbed the tree, which was aspen. He climbed to the top; the cat smiled sheepishly.
"Thanks." said the cat.
"No, pro-" Chase started, but then was interrupted with a sneeze.
The cat's ears bent down and asked, "are you okay."
"Yeah," he sniffed, "just allergies." He then got into a fit of coughing, tilting his head away from the cat.
"Sorry" the cat said.
"Not your fault." Chase wheezed when he could speak. "Hop on my back, and I'll take you down."
The cat looked at Chase and said, "are you sure, you don't seem very well."
"I'm fine" Chase insisted, even though he really wanted a nap now.
After the feline got on Chase's back, he made his way down the tree, to his cruiser. The cat then widened her eyes.
"Wowee. That looks so cool. Is it yours?" the cat asked when they sat on his cruiser, really impressed.
Chase was about to answer but was interrupted by another fit of coughing. The cat looked at the canine with an apologetic expression. When Chase finally stopped coughing, he breathed in fresh air and answered, "Yes. I'm the police pup here."
"Really" the cat said, smiling, but then frowned "but...why are the people so mean to you."
"It's complicated." Chase sniffed, feeling snot clogging his nose. "Now, can we go to your house, or are we going to sit here and dilly-dally?"
The feline flinched a little. Realizing he might have implied a little too much force in the last sentence, Chase sighed "sorry. I haven't really slept in... A week, I believe."
Now the cat looked like she just accidentally killed someone. "Oh, sorry for causing you trouble."
Then tell me where your blasted house is. Thought chase, but took a deep breath, sneezed, then said softly "I'm still alive. Can you show me where your house is?"
The cat nodded and pointed forward. Chase started the cruiser up, much to the feline's amazement. Chase smiled for once, and decided to rev the engine a bit, the cat giggling. They then set out for the feline's house.
...
"So, what's your name?" the cat asked.
"Huh." Chase said, waking up from passing out. They had been driving for a long time, the cat promising the coughing and sneezing German Shepard they were almost there. Chase checked the time, which said it was 11:59. Chase groaned.
"I asked what your name was." The cat repeated.
"Oh." The police pup sniffed "Chase."
"Pixie," replied the cat. (AN: I know what you're thinking. And no, I do not own Pixie and Brutus, or the gang. That honor goes to the genius of pet_foolery, whose comics you can see on web toons and Instagram, and while you're at it, you can subscribe to him on patron to see extra comics. And no, I am not pet_foolery. Cause if I was, I wouldn't be afraid of seeing a copyright letter tomorrow)
"That's a sweet name." Chase lightly coughed. He had never seen a cat so innocent ever since Humdinger started to wreak havoc on adventure bay. Well...havoc as in constantly asking for the pups help, or one of his devices, if he should call it that at all, malfunctioning, or vandalism and minor property damage. It was a wonder how Humdinger was mayor in the first place.
"Ah, thanks." Pixie blushed, she then said, "you know, you look a little like Brutus."
"Who?" Chase said.
"Brutus." Pixie echoed "he's a German Shepard like you, and he is my brother. He is an MWD."
Chase started to worry what he was getting himself into.
"We're here." Pixie said, with a smile, and immediately hopped off Chase's cruiser. The house was like any other house: big enough for a person to live in, and the color was the same as Pixie's fur. On the lawn pacing was an adult German Shepherd. He had a hole on his right ear, a scar over his left eye, which was blind, and another scar on his snout. When he looked at the cruiser, he frowned.
"Pixie!" Brutus said. Chase could tell that he was worried. "Where were you?"
"I found this awesome butterfly and tried to follow it, but I ended up in a tree." Pixie explained "but Chase helped me" the cat turned to the barely awake canine.
Brutus looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Chase straightened up, feeling like he was being scanned. After some time, Brutus glanced at Pixie with disbelief.
"Be serious with me, Pixie." Brutus said.
"no." Chase said, hoarsely. "Pixie is telling the truth."
Brutus tilted his head, uncertain. "I'm not usually like this," Chase explained, thinking that his appearance wasn't really professional.
"Well, I thank you," Brutus said.
"Sure, whenever you're in trouble, just-" Chase started to say the paw patrol motto but started coughing. Brutus gave him a concerned look. "Sorry, allergies."
Brutus slightly nodded. "Maybe you should come in." Brutus said, heading to the doggy door.
"no." Chase sniffled. "I'm good"
Brutus looked at him with amusement "when was the last time you slept?"
Chase opened his mouth, but closed it, knowing Brutus had a point. Chase followed Brutus and pixie through the doggy door, which led to the living room. Which looked like what one might see: a room with a whitish gray carpet, a light blue room, a gray couch, and a TV on a fireplace.
But what caught his eye was a picture on the coffee table in the center of the living room. It showed two dogs, one being what Chase knew was Brutus when he was a pup, tackling the other one pinning him. But something was strange about the other German shepherd. He looked…somewhat like him. From his brown eyes to his wide grin, as well as having what looked like a prototype of Chase's spy suit, he looked a lot like him. The other pup was on the ground, tongue lolling out. Footsteps came into the room.
"That's my brother." Brutus said, indicating to the doppelgänger.
"Oh!" Chase said, surprised. "You two look…"
"Nothing alike?" Brutus laughed, "I know. When we were adopted in the army, they didn't think we we're related until Cornelia told them."
A sense of nostalgia overcame him, remembering that name, an older German Shepard with a sad smile, looking down at him. Chase blinked the memory away, not sure if they are talking about the same Cornelia.
"Who was she?" Chase said, looking at Brutus.
Brutus smiled "a friend to me. To my brother…her love."
"What was your brother's name?" Chase asked. Chase's mother did mention someone she used to hang out with.
"Julius." Brutus said, "my handler, Sergio, was a big roman fan, I guess."
Chase looked at Brutus, the fear rekindling.
"I didn't kill him." Brutus said, looking sad.
Chase heaved a sigh of relief. Then Brutus look registered to Chase.
"What happened?" Chase said.
Brutus looked down. Pixie looked at Brutus, clearly curious as well.
"You…don't have too if you don't want to" Chase said, noticing Brutus's reaction.
"No…it's fine. It was after Cornelia and Julius mated. They had a kid, so Cornelia retired to look after him. Everyone was surprised that she could talk. Anyway, we went looking for a couple of…bad guys."
Brutus looked at Pixie. Chase guessed Brutus didn't think Pixie would understand terrorists. Chase, however, since he is older, understood it more since he probably needed that, although with people these days, he doubted if the people would actually support the PAW patrol.
"I was telling my brother to lighten up." Brutus continued; Chase held his laughter. He can't see Brutus telling anyone to lighten up. Luckily, Brutus also had a sense of humor, and smiled sadly.
"I guess I have changed since then." Brutus chuckled, "anyway, Julius scolded me about not being focused on the mission. I argued that he should enjoy the time we spent, that's when Julius heard something. Apparently, the bad guys had some dog of their own, and that…was when we were attacked by a pit bull. I got a few scratches from the ambush. Julius fought back for me, almost killing him. I stopped him. I guessed the dog couldn't talk to other humans, so there was no worry of him leaking where we were. We were also hurt pretty badly. but…I had a target on me…Julius took the hit."
Brutus's voice cracked. And he closed his eyes, tears threatening to flood them. Chase's ears and head were bent down in sorrow. It hurt that Brutus lost a brother like that, just taken like that. It now reminds him of his friends, who were family to him, ever since his father, who Chase only knew by name Julius, died, as well as Cornelia much later. When he joined the paw patrol, the pups were all his brothers and sisters. Ryder was the leader, of course, but he grew more distant. Chase also knew the risks. He knew the job was deadly. But now…it pained him to think his friends could be taken just like that. Chase felt sorry for Brutus.
After Brutus recovered, he continued. "When Sergio found us, he brought him and me to the medic. When Julias awoke, he made me promise to look after his son. After I promised…he passed away." Brutus's head bent down, and Chase walked over and nuzzled him. But wait…Julius said…no, it couldn't be. Too much of a coincidence…could it? After Brutus recovered, Chase decided to ask.
"Did Cornelia say anything about where she was going?" Chase asked.
"Funny you should ask." Brutus chuckled. "Adventure bay. At the time, I had no idea where the heck that was. But, here I am."
Chase's eyes widened. No…this couldn't be. Too much of a coincidence. He needs to ask a little more.
"Who was Julius's kid?" Chase said slowly.
"A boy." Brutus said, then his eyes widened, and then he said slowly "named…Chase."
Both Brutus and Pixie looked at Chase with wide eyes. Chase was surprised himself. Now he was convinced that this wasn't a coincidence. They both hesitant, looking at each other.
"Wowee, Brutus." Pixie said "that's…your nephew."
Without words, Chase hugged Brutus, who looked at Pixie, as if asking what to do in this situation. Then, he nuzzled his relative's neck.
"You can…stay here if you like." Brutus said, hesitantly.
"Really!?" Chase said, jumping up and looking at his uncle in the eye. Was he about to finally get some sleep?
"I think you need-" Brutus said but was cut off. Chase wasted no time to spring up on the couch, and in a matter of seconds, passed out.
Brutus smiled. Pixie came over and sat at Brutus's left. finally…Brutus had found a relative, though unintentional. He looked up, and whispered "sorry for taking so long, Julius, but I'll make sure he'll be safe."
(AN: I heard that the paw patrol may be cancelled due to Chase being a police officer back in 2020, so I decided to show how that will play off in the paw patrol world. Brutus is NOT related to Chase. just a fanfic idea that may be important later. remember to tell me about something odd you saw on the show, helps get the story rolling. see you then.