PAW Patrol: Resurgence || Book One

(S2-C8) A Turn For The Worst

It was still dark outside when Marshall opened his eyes. Thankfully, it hadn't been caused by a nightmare, just by some random occurrence. As anyone else would do, he shut his eyes and tried to force himself to go back to sleep.

However, it seemed his mind had other plans. Even though he was still cuddled up with Everest, whose presence alone would help calm him down, hours seemed to pass without any signs of falling back asleep.

Not knowing what else to do to make him tired, the dally got up and decided to just take a walk around the castle. Although he really hated the idea of being without his mate, he figured it would be fine. It was just a short stroll to make him tired.

Of course, there was nothing interesting to see, at least nothing he hadn't seen already. He wandered around the halls, making sure he kept track of where he was so as to not get lost.

After a while, he felt the drowsiness begin to return. He knew now was a good time to call it quits, assuming he'd be able to get back to sleep, plus he was starting to get stressed without Everest being there, despite him only being gone for around fifteen minutes.

The castle was dead silent most of the way back, but suddenly a small noise appeared, snapping Marshall out of his thoughts. He could hear what almost sounded like talking. It was muffled, but the dally could make out where it was coming from. And the source just so happened to be Sweetie's room.

Although his mind just wanted to ignore it and just go back to sleep with Everest, Marshall found that his body wasn't interested in that. Instead, he silently walked over to the terrier's door and held up his ear, trying to make out the conversation.

"Oh don't worry, this won't be hard. Both of them are weak and easy to manipulate, we can tear them apart with ease." Sweetie explained. The dally was both concerned and worried, but then he noticed her next words seemed to take a different approach. It wasn't as threatening but more.....loving?

"Anyways, it's late. Don't worry, I'll sneak out tomorrow and bring you some food and water. We'll talk again then, ok? Hehe, I love you too, my prince, goodnight." The terrier stated, seemingly ending the call.

Marshall felt the fear growing, more than just the usual fear he had going through his head. He had no idea what the terrier was talking about, or to who, but frankly he didn't want to be involved. All he knew was that he was at the wrong place at the wrong time, so he turned around and quickly began back to his room.

Unfortunately, due to his nature, the dally accidentally tripped and fell, causing a loud thud. He instantly froze, knowing there was almost no way Sweetie didn't hear him. And just as he expected, her door slowly opened.

The terrier walked out and eyed him carefully. Marshall noticed a small smirk growing on her face, which made him feel all the more nervous. "Well, what do we have here? Trying to spy on me, huh?" She interrogated.

"N-no. I-I swear I wasn't trying to. I w-was just taking a walk and I heard you talking. I-I'm sorry. I'll go, j-just leave me alone." Marshal stuttered as he slowly backed away, trying to escape the situation.

"What is it with you guys trying to tell me what to do? And you don't scare me the slightest, honestly who would even be scared of you? You can't do anything without that stupid husky of yours. It's no wonder why she probably hates you." Sweetie shot back.

The dally slowly started to feel a pain in his heart. Everest meant everything to him, and hearing someone say the exact words that had been floating around in his head had hurt more than he thought it would. He didn't want to believe it, but it almost felt like confirmation that those thoughts were right. "N-no she doesn't. Eve l-loves me." He whimpered in denial.