The Night

Chapter 16: Finding Out Who

Hey guys!!! Hope everyone is doing great. Before we start I wanted to ask a question for u to answer down in the comments below. If u have my Instagram (PawPatrolFurever), then u know I already asked this question. I wanted to ask about which ship u guys prefer, ZumaxRocky or ZumaxElla. This question is gonna be used in future chapters. So go down in the comments and answer my question. I'll sum up the answers from Insta and here to c which wins. I'll count them all tomorrow around this time. So let's get started. Chapter 16!!!

Rocky's POV
The sound had stopped. What was that? I suddenly started to hear a low pitched hum. Very familiar to the previous sound.

"Hello?" I repeated. The humming stopped. I used the flashlight to lighten my way and see if I would see anything related to the humming. I saw a couple of carts with cleaning products the janitors use, more decorations, extra curtains for the auditorium, and s much more. I kept walking but almost jump when I stepped on something. Whatever it was, it was big. I slowly lowered my head and saw it was a bookbag. Huh? I looked at my side and saw the straps of my bookbag on me. It wasn't mine. Mine was green and had a keychain of the recycling sign on the zipper. This book bag looked familiar. It looked like it belonged to Tracker. Maybe he and the football team decided to come down here and fool around.

"Tracker?" I asked. I raised my voice louder than intended causing it to echo throughout the entire basement. "Hello? Is anybody down here?" I heard steps coming from behind me, but they didn't sound like a teenager. I turned around and heard steps coming from the stairs. I saw a dim light coming from there too. The light got brighter and brighter as the steps grew louder and louder. I panicked and hid behind some of the janitor carts. I heard the door open and close as I turned the flashlight of my phone off. I heard some footsteps but didn't know who they belonged to. I peeked over the cart and saw it was a security guard. Fudge. I suddenly felt two arms come and grab each shoulder. For some reason, there were four arms. One covered my mouth, one was on my left shoulder, one on my right, and another on my right arm. The arms pulled my back and into a room.

"Shhh!" Someone ordered. I recognized the voice immediately, it was Tracker. Someone else was here though, someone besides me, Tracker, and the security guard. Two people grabbed me and I could hear the security guard hovering the halls. It wasn't him. One thing for sure though, the security guard had no idea Tracker was here.

"Probably a squirrel or something," the security guard shrugged. I heard his steps get louder and the door to the staircase open. The steps began to sound lower and lower until I couldn't hear them anymore. The positive thing, the room wasn't completely dark. There was a small window on the top corner, barely peeking over the grass. So the basement is underground.

"Tracker?" I repeated.

"Hey, Rocky," he lightly smiled.

"W-What are you doing here?" He didn't answer. "Who else is down here?" No answer. Another figure stepped out of the dark. The person didn't look buff like anyone on the football team.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Hi," I echoed. I didn't know who this was. I remember seeing him in the halls once or twice but never knew his name. I got a good vibe out of him, though. He didn't seem like a jerk, like most guys. He seemed kind-hearted. "Uh, who are you?"

"You don't know me?" He asked. "You're Rocky, right?"

"Yeah..." I answered.

"You won the spelling bee in 1st grade to 8th and got the highest score on every test since kindergarten."

"Y-Yeah," I stuttered. "That's me. But who are you?"

"I'm Rex!" He smiled. Still didn't ring a bell.

"Hey, Rex. What are you two doing here?" Rex's smile disappeared as he looked down to the ground. Tracker didn't say a word either but leaned on the wall.

"Why are you here?" Tracker redirected.

"I didn't think anyone was down here," I reasoned. "And I asked first. I'll explain if you two answer me first."
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Skye's POV
"Okay, so about Sweetie," I began as I sat on the sofa. Bolt laid on the couch in depression.

"What is there to talk about?" Bolt complained. "There's nothing to discuss."

"When? Where? Why? How?" I asked.

"Just drop it already," he said, a little annoyed.

"Listen, I can't. If Mom and Dad were still here-"

"Don't finish that sentence," Bolt interrupted. "And what about you and that guy? Uh, Hace. No, Chase!" He sat up and was starting to fire me up.

"Nothing," I said, folding my arms. "Literally nothing. Not even a friendship. We just started talking."

"You seem to be into each other."

"That's none of your business. We aren't together and we weren't even talking about this."

"Well, he came home without you."

"I went to check on Rocky. He needs support right now."

"Oh, so I don't?"

"How am I supposed to support you if you don't open up?"

"You don't need details to support me." Our voices grew louder every time we said something. "Our relationship is none of your business either. But here you are snooping into everything. Sweetie and I are together whether you like it or not."

"When she goes over and breaks your little heart, don't come to me." I got up from the couch and went upstairs. I was done. He was probably right about me getting into his business, but nothing was going on between me and Chase. I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. I grabbed my phone and laid on my bed. I noticed there were messages from a group chat we all made in middle school. It was just the usual. Zuma was sending several memes. The only ones who answered were Everest and Ella. It's normal for Rocky not to answer since he's usually studying or reading. But that started a new problem. I didn't know whether he was okay and doing what he normally did or didn't answer 'cuz he was suffering from his parents.

"Skye?" I heard Sunshine call from the other side of my door. "C-Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure," I responded. Sunshine walked in with her favorite designer barbie doll in her hand. She closed the door behind her and got on my bed.

"Are you and Bolt okay?" She asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "Just a little fight."

"I heard you say, Mom and Dad," she pointed out. "Are they coming back?" Her eyes stared into mine, pleading for an answer. How are you supposed to tell a five-year-old dead means "never coming back"? I didn't wanna respond, so I just shook my head. Mom and Dad died when Sunshine was only three, Storm was only nine, I was only fourteen, and Bolt was my age. Only pictures lay in Sunshine's memories. Their death hit me so hard I could only imagine the pain Bolt felt. Being the oldest meant more memories and also more pressure. We all rely on him now. He studies through the day and works at night. I signaled Sunshine to come closer. She did so and we hugged. I held her tight in my arms.

"I love you."

"I love you too."