Gullibly Weak ☆Shaggy Rogers (Scooby Doo) Fanfiction

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👻CHAPTER 1👻

*💚Julia's POV💚*

"Fred just had to grab the smallest barrel he could find," I snapped, my voice a hushed whisper in the oppressive darkness. It was so cramped I could barely breathe, let alone move. Hiding with Shaggy and Scooby-Doo, waiting for the signal to jump out, was turning into a special kind of torture.

"It's not that bad," Shaggy said, his lips moving against my cheek as he spoke. I was pressed flush against his chest, with a fidgeting Scooby-Doo completing our awkward sandwich. Every time the Great Dane kicked me in the back, I winced.

"Why do they even need three people in a barrel to scare a ghost?" I asked, the math not adding up. "Logically, wouldn't more manpower outside be better?"

"Okay, now I really have a wedgie! Fred! Velma! Julia! Can you guys hurry it up? This ghost keeps grabbing... Please!" Daphne's yell echoed from somewhere deeper in the factory. Captured again. No surprise there.

"Like, chill out, Scooby Doo. Stop shaking," Shaggy mumbled as the entire barrel began to tremble violently.

"Shags, you're the only one shaking in fear right now," I stated, trying to shift and alleviate an ache in my side.

"Right. It's me. Sorry, princess."

I felt a hot blush rush to my cheeks at the pet name. Get it together, Julia, I scolded myself, shaking my head. Now was not the time to feel giddy; we were in the middle of a mystery.

Suddenly, Scooby erupted from the barrel, his tail on fire. The lid clattered down onto his head, and I nearly had a heart attack. There was never a dull moment with these two.

I squeezed my eyes shut against the sudden, blinding light. As my vision adjusted, the first thing I saw was Shaggy's face, still incredibly close to mine—our lips almost touching. He stared into my eyes for a heartbeat too long before scrambling to his feet, turning quickly to his best friend.

"Scooby Doo! What are you doing, man?"

Scooby whined and gestured frantically, but Shaggy only wore a look of pure confusion. As I stood up straight, I saw it: the Luna Ghost, hovering right behind Shaggy, a little flamethrower poised and ready. My eyes went wide. Now I understood Scooby's panic.

"Like, this is no time for—" Shaggy started.

His face shifted from confusion to dawning realization, then to sheer terror. "Oh, boy. Like, there's a ghost right behind me, isn't there?" he asked nervously. With my eyes, I indicated for him to look. He peeked over his shoulder, his gaze landing on the spectral menace. The two of them screamed in unison, cowering back in fear.

"Run!"

We dove back into the barrel just as a jet of fire roared over our heads. The acrid smell of smoke filled the cramped space as we tried our best not to get roasted. Just then, the machinery clanked to life—Velma must have hit the conveyor belt. The deafening noise rang in my ears.

"We need to get away. Now!" I urged them.

Summoning every ounce of strength I had, I hoisted Shaggy into my arms. Who knew all those gym sessions would pay off like this? Scooby promptly made himself comfortable, standing on our shoulders. The barrel blocked my sight, leaving me running completely blind.

I didn't even have time to consider how ridiculous we must have looked. The only silver lining was that I’d worn leggings and not a dress.

Oil slicked the floor, making every step treacherous. "Run! Go!" Scooby yelled from his perch atop my shoulders.

"She's trying, buddy!" Shaggy yelled back, defending me.

The barrel against my back grew searingly hot, fueling a desperate surge of adrenaline. I scrambled out of the oil slick and slammed into something hard, sending us careening in a new direction. The impact cracked the barrel, creating an opening just big enough for Shaggy to see where we were headed.

"Where's the ghost?" Shaggy asked Scooby, the only one with a view of our rear.

"He's right behind us!" Scooby shrieked.

"Skateboard!" Shaggy warned, but it was too late. My foot landed squarely on the board, launching us onto a small slide on the conveyor belt. We zipped over a series of grinding gears that sounded capable of crushing our bones to dust.

I struggled to find my balance on the skateboard. "Guide me!" I shouted to the boys over the machinery's roar. I had no choice but to put my complete trust in them. Another impact widened the hole in the barrel, finally allowing me to see the chaotic path ahead.

Mimicking a move I'd seen skaters do, I jumped just in time to clear a row of spinning metal teeth. The boys screamed in my ears, a mix of terror and exhilaration. The jump spun us into a right turn on the belt.

"Is he still after us, Scoob?" Shaggy asked, staring up at the dog.

I felt like I was on a professional skateboard course. The most shocking part was that I was nailing every jump and turn perfectly, despite having never skated in my life.

"Banzai!"

"Zoinks!"

I was glad to see the boys were enjoying themselves, but staring ahead, I saw the belt rushing toward its end. My eyes scanned frantically, landing on a hook hanging just in front of us.

"Scooby, grab that hook!" I commanded.

He reached out and seized it. "Hold on! Julia! Shaggy!"

We swung off the conveyor belt, crashing directly into the surprised ghost and tumbling headlong into a towering stack of dolls. My ears were ringing, and my entire body ached. I was going to need a month of massages after this.

"Scoob, that was fun. Let's grab another skateboard and, like, do it again," I heard Shaggy say, his voice muffled by dolls.

I emerged from the pile and fixed him with a look. "I don't think so. That was enough excitement for one day."

Shaggy climbed out and offered me his hand, pulling me to my feet. He looked at me, a brilliant, goofy smile lighting up his face, and I decided that maybe the torture had been worth it after all.

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