Important note: Don't read this if depression, or sad thoughts upsets you.

Instead of playing Pup Pup Boogie like the rest of them Rubble was sitting there. He was staring at the treats dispenser. Of course he wasn't getting any treats.

He looked back and whimpered softly.

Skye and Chase were playing together.

He knew Chase had a huge crush on Skye, but the problem with that was he also had one on Skye.

It wasn't fair. Why did the German Shepard get all of her attention and not him? He's the one who tried to impress her by pretending to be Francois. So why does she hang out with him?

Maybe it's because I'm a ghost here. No one really likes me. They all like someone, and that's not me. Rubble thought as he continued to stare at the machine.

Rubble chuckled inwardly.

Then again, who would want a fat pup like me? I'm just a stray who is staying here. I don't belong here. Rubble thought, ears flattening.

Skye giggled, and Rubble's heart exploded from both love and hurt. She was giggling at Chase he was sure of it.

Chase is popular. Why am I not popular like him? Everyone likes him. I want to be like Chase, but I can't. I'm just a fat useless pup who eats too many treats.

Rubble sighed as he finally pressed the button to get a pup treat. They were his favorite.

But I don't deserve them. He convinced himself as a treat plopped down on the ground in front of him.

He faked enjoying it.

"Mmm! So good!"

He turned around and saw Chase and Skye finishing up their game. They seemed to get along so well.

It hurt Rubble. To see them practically get along so well. Maybe they loved each other. Maybe Skye felt that way towards Chase.

Maybe I'm out of my mind for having a crush on such a pretty and impressive dog.

"Good game, Skye! Maybe we could hang out alone sometime?" Chase asked, hinting to her that he wanted to go on a date.

"But we hang out all the time! And isn't hanging out with our friends better than hanging out alone?" Skye asked Chase curiously, tilting her head cutely.

Rubble held his breath to stop himself from sighing at how cute she was. It was excruciatingly hard to do so. That didn't stop his heart from exploding at the action he had witnessed.

His gaze turned towards the floor.

The treat did nothing to help make him feel better about himself.

"Yes, but I really really like you Skye." Chase said.

"I really like you too, Chase." Skye barked, oblivious to his true feelings and what he was true to express to her.

"My point is," Chase barked, staring at the ground. "We hang out with our friends all the time. I would like some more alone time together is all. You're a really cool pup, Skye. I respect you for being there for us and for being such a great team member. Skye, I-I-i just want to hang out with no other pups around." Chase woofed.

Skye seemed surprised.

"I might," she remarked, tipping her head. "I'll tell you everything then, Skye. I promise. No more secrets. I need to tell you something, so if we could hang out alone sometime, maybe at the beach, then I will tell you a secret I thought you would have figured out by now. Okay, Skye?" Chase asked her.

Skye nodded with an excited yip.

"Sounds great, Chase!" She responded.

Rubble sighed, and walked away. He couldn't bare to see this. Chase was getting the girl of his dreams, and he was just letting him.

Rubble let out a whimper from behind a tree he was hiding in.

He sighed.

"She's so beautiful and much more talented than me. Why? Why can't I just move on?" He asked him. "I really need to find a different dog to date, but I can't stop falling harder for her." He whined, pressing a paw against his face, rubbing it.

It was as if he rubbed it it would run away the sorrow that he felt for being such a wimp.

He would never be able to admit his crush on Skye. Not like Chase. Chase is far more masculine than him anyways. He's just a fat pup.

I'm a fat pup who deserves to die. He thought, feeling extremely tired of how pathetic he was.

He sniffled.

His sad-and-somber depression filling him with emptiness and feeling of hopelessness.

Sudden footsteps made Rubble pause, rubbing himself to seem like he wasn't crying.

"Rubble?" A soft, young voice asked. "Mi Amigo, what is wrong? Are you crying?" Tracker asked softly, pressing himself lower as if stalking him like he was prey. He then walked in front of Rubble with a soft look.

"Why are you upset? And why are you hiding? Please tell me so I can help you!" Tracker begged.

Rubble sighed. It was nice to see one dog care at least.

"I-I feel so worthless." He admitted to Tracker.

As much as he hated telling someone that the sweet and nice Rubble was feeling in such a way, it was nice of Tracker to go check on him when the others would just ignore him like he was worthless. Maybe that's why he felt worthless. His friends don't pay much attention to him, and when he gets complimented he gets surprised because that's giving him attention and praising him for his work.

His head lowered. He was afraid of what Tracker would say.

But the younger chihuahua pup didn't say anything. He stared at the ground as well.

He seemed at a loss for words. His lip was quivering, showing how sad he was feeling.

What? Rubble thought in confusion. Why is he sad?

"Why do you feel worthless, Rubble? You have a bunch of good friends who care about you!" Tracker whimpered loudly.

Rubble avoided Tracker's gaze, which was on his face the whole time. He was trying to get him to look at him. Rubble didn't want to look at the disappointment in his gaze.

"Yeah. Well it feels like everyone ignores me and only pays attention when they absolutely have to. I feel like I'm a burden to everyone on this team." He admitted.

Tracker gasped. "You're not a burden. I guess the other pups just can't see how much pain you're in. You're an important member of this team, Rubble. You're not a burden. You're helpful to others. You're strong, sweet, and so much more than a burden. If you were a burden you wouldn't be a part of this Paw Patrol." Tracker tried to sooth.

His words were kind and he sounded genuine, but Rubble just couldn't believe it.

"It's far more complicated than just that." He explained to Tracker.

Tracker tilted his head.

"Is it?" Tracker asked him in confusion.

"Yes," Rubble sighed. "I can't explain it, but it's how I feel. I'm probably being dumb or being greedy for thinking I'm a burden when I have a great life, but I just can't help feel in such a way." He tried to explain.

Tracker gazed at him with pity. "This is a serious thing, Rubble. You should talk to a professional about this. I think you might need help."

Rubble whined a little.

"Help? Chase doesn't need help. He's strong." Rubble argued.

He got defensive. He was sure he didn't need help.

"Maybe that's what it seems! Rubble, you can't just ignore how you feel. Please get help. It may not look like it, but all of us...we care about you. If you were to suddenly disappear or die, I don't know what I'd--we'd do. You're important to the team, not to mention you're a great friend! Please, Rubble, if anything come back to me when you need someone to talk to. Por favor, Rubble." Tracker remarked.

"But what if you're not there?" Rubble whimpered.

"I don't think there's any use in trying to help me. I've been ignored all my life. My parents don't love me. They kicked me out at a young age, and now I'm being ignored by everyone but you." Rubble remarked.

He then sighed. "But I appreciate the gesture is appreciated, Tracker." He said.

Tracker walked away.

Rubble assumed he was going back to playing tag with the others.

Rubble sighed.

I just can't help but feel the way I do. He thought, watching Skye play tag with Chase. Both of them were smiling.

A determined, yet sad look was on Rubble's face.

But, he thought. Maybe if she doesn't feel the same way he does...maybe I have a chance. Maybe I can finally--he thought before interrupting his own happy thoughts with more sad ones.

No! He convinced himself.

Even if she doesn't like Chase, I still am invisible to her and everyone else. I have no real worth outside of being in this patrol. And as helpful as I am everyone could easily replace me with Everest or some other dog who can dig. Any dog can dig after all, he thought as Ryder called the pups inside for dinner and sleep. After all, he thought as he started walking inside. I'm not really as Likable as someone like Chase.

Note: There might be some misrepresentation of depression and or of certain other disorders in this fanfiction, so my apologies if I get anything incorrect. Most of the time I forget to do proper research, so its my bad. Sorry if you get upset by this, I was trying to not make certain characters the villain….yeah. You'll know if you continue reading. Sorry.