Paw Patrol Oneshots

Truth be Told (Marshall x Rocky)

Requested by RockyChase

The Paw Patrol was notable for their feats as emergency services, even if it was mildly debatable whether or not Adventure Bay really needed them. It was unheard of what the Patrol would soon grow into, but in their early years they carried out basic missions and tasks to assist the people of the town. Everything from a rouge chicken, misplaced mail, or a cat comedically stuck in a tree, the dogs were there to save the day.

Even then, they were puppies at heart, carefree spirits who sometimes just wanted to run and play to their hearts' content. All dogs were, by nature, playful animals who sought a puddle of mud to roll in or a rubber ball to chew up.

The day was perfect, a warm, sunny sky was nothing but the birds and trees singing in the distance. Ryder warned the dogs not to get too comfortable in case a mission suddenly reared its head, but it was a warning the Patrol had heard dozens of times, enough for them to secretly roll their eyes. Before Ryder was even done talking, five of the six pups had already sprinted outside, leaving a surprised Chase left in the dust.

Marshall wiggled low to the warm grass, "team Fire is down three points, Marshall is up to play," he narrowed his eyes at the small blue ball sitting aimlessly on the ground, "all he has to do is get a touchdown, and it'll be a perfect comeback!"

The invisible crowd was roaring his name, confetti and pup treat raining from the sky as they excitedly awaited his move. "The defense is loaded," the Dalmation said in a hushed tone, eyeing the small bush a few feet away, "he's surrounded, no one has ever broken through a wall like this, folks. Is this even possible?" Kneading his paws in the dirt, Marshall took a deep breath, "he's concentrating, he's concentrating," then suddenly launched his whole body forward, running in a sprint. "He's off!!"

Grabbing the ball swiftly in his teeth, the Dalmation shoved himself through the bush, shutting his eyes and using his nose as a battering ram to smash through the leaves and twigs, "he completely breaks through!! The crowd goes berserk!!" Filled with excitement, Marshall charged all over the field, running for a goal no one could see. It was debatable whether he was running anywhere or just sprinting with no end in sight.

"A hundred points!!" He jumped triumphantly, slamming the ball into the grass. It bounced from the impact and rolled off down the hill, "a hundred points, a thousand points, a million!!!" Spiked with drive, the puppy turned and launched him in a random direction, but his run was cut short instantaneously. The Dalmation crashed head-on into another dog standing right to his left, wandering over out of curiosity.

"Unnf-" was the sound that escaped his mouth as he collided with a gray mass of fur, rolling along the grass until coming to a slow stop.

"Ow..." groaned the second dog,

Marshall chuckled sheepishly, finding his chin nestled into his friend's chest. It was an oddly warm feeling, "uh, sorry, heh."

"Didn't know I was gonna be roadkill today," Rocky shook his head the dizziness, flicking off grass and dirt, "can I get up now?"

"Yeah yeah," the Dalmation rolled off his friend, "sorry about that."

The two of them quickly separated, Marshall's imaginary audience was probably booing him now for the drastic misplay. Crashing into another player on the field was usually frowned upon unless he was playing football. Despite that infraction, Marshall was more than happy to let someone like Rocky in, and almost caught himself staring at the shining mix.

"So what are you playing?" Rocky wagged his tail as he got up, looking toward the empty field, "it looked fun."

"I... uh," the Dalmation snapped out of his infatuation and looked back at his misplaced ball, sitting lonely on the field, "I don't know actually. I think it was soccer, but it kinda turned into football," he shrugged with a careless smile, "I'm just happy to play ball honestly."