My Fanmade Paw Patrol OCs / Stories

OC #1 | Attosecond's Backstory | Part 1

There was thunder everywhere.

Attosecond forced her eyes open, only to close them again to the pouring rain and roaring winds. Lightning flashed, illuminating the creepy ghost town she'd taken shelter in.

She hadn't seen a storm like this in years.

This was the storm of the century.

Attosecond knew big storms could take place in the usually dry, dusty desert, but they were so, so rare—the last hurricane wasn't nearly as bad as this.

Another flash of lightning flew through the cloud-covered sky, causing Attosecond to cower back against the wall. The shaky old windows and walls groaned in the wind, providing absolutely no shelter for a desperate, isolated pup like her. Rain seeped through holes in the walls, and every now and then, the loud rumble of thunder shook the abandoned house itself. Wind blasted her in the face, pelting her with old doors and bricks and other pieces of debris.

Attosecond crawled on the slippery floor, feeling wet raindrops hitting her body like a thousand hail stones. She dragged over a large chair, wedging herself between it and a corner of the creaky hut.

It'd looked like so much more from a distance.

Attosecond had stumbled upon it a few weeks ago. It had been a miracle. After months of endless rocks and sand, the pointy tips of houses—and survival—were finally in sight. But when she'd gotten closer, she realized it was completely abandoned—just like the last town she'd found, and the small flame in her heart died out.

An entire town, once full of people.

People who could've helped her.

Gone.

All gone.

So much for hope. She'd thought bitterly, making her way through the eerie abandoned buildings. And that's where she decided to stay. She'd basically given up on trying to escape. She'd been fighting the desert's wrath for her entire life now, and she still hadn't found a way out.

There was just no end to it.

And now here she was, hiding from a storm in the same ghost town.

Just another normal day in the desert, Attosecond sang in her mind, closing her eyes. I'll just wait here for the storm to pass over. She sighed. Who knows how long that will take.

Seconds passed.

Then minutes.

Hours.

Maybe even days. Attosecond couldn't tell anymore.

She felt her mind slipping away.

Don't pass out, she scolded herself. Don't pass out, don't pass out, don't pass . . .

"Hello?" A voice said. "Wake up!"

"What the . . ." Attosecond blinked open her eyes. Almost immediately, sunlight streamed in, and she shut them before she could go blind. Every part of her hurt—her head, her stomach, but most of all, her paws.

"Hello?" The voice shouted again. "Are you okay? Can you open your eyes?"

At this, Attosecond forced her eyes open, squinting in the sunlight.

A small pup was standing over her. She had magenta-pink eyes, a collar with some sort of badge on it, and she was wearing a . . . vest? Something like that. She also had aviator goggles around her head. Attosecond wondered why.

"Who . . . who are you?" Attosecond managed weakly.

"My name's Skye." The pup answered. "Are you okay? You look very . . . bloody."

Attosecond tried to twist her head around to look at herself, but a sharp pain shot through her body as she did, and she winced and stopped moving.

"Here, let me help you." Skye said worriedly, reaching a small paw out and helping Attosecond sit up. Attosecond cried out in pain as she moved. Her legs felt like they couldn't support her body anymore, and she swore she could hear the crunch of cracked bones.

"Easy . . . easy . . . I'll stay with you, okay? At least until you can stand up." Skye offered.

"No, thanks . . ." Attosecond tried to tell her, but she didn't hear. So instead, Attosecond shook her head, trying to get all the sand on her face to come off. Her neck hurt badly after she was done. As her vision cleared, she saw what Skye had saved her from.

It all came flooding back to her.

The ghost town. The storm. She looked down at her paws, which were all cut up and covered in blood.

"How long have I been asleep for?" Attosecond asked, trying to wrap her mind around everything.

"I don't know. Around a day, I think. I found you here when I was on one of my missions—you were stuck under a pile of debris. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn't. I thought you were dead. It's a miracle that you survived that storm." Skye explained.

"Missions . . .?" Attosecond mumbled dizzily. "Looks like the entire town fell apart," she changed the subject. A field of wooden boards and shattered glass and other pieces of rubble was scattered in front of them. The storm had ended up being too much for the abandoned town, which was probably why she was found under the debris—it'd fallen on her after she'd passed out.

"Ouch. We'd better get you back to the Lookout." Skye said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Those are some serious injuries. Come on." She gestured for Attosecond to follow her. Questions whirled through Attosecond's mind, but she was too tired to ask any of them.

Attosecond turned around and saw some sort of pink-colored jet-plane-helicopter thing in front of them. Skye hopped into it, snapped her aviator goggles on and jerked her head at the seat beside her. Using all of her strength, Attosecond wearily climbed into the helicopter. Normally she wouldn't trust strangers, but she was too worn-out and hurt to put up a fight.

So that's what the aviator goggles were for, Attosecond thought as she scrambled in. Although . . . dogs? Flying helicopters? Something about that doesn't sound right.

The helicopter's blades started movie, spinning wildly above them and sending sand flying everywhere. Attosecond sunk into the soft seat, hearing the loud yet steady whirl of the blades. The plane lifted from the ground and Attosecond looked out the clear glass windows at the desert below her. Sand and rocks and dunes and cactuses sped by below her.

They flew in silence for a while. Skye shot a couple of worried glances at Attosecond.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Mhm."

"You can rest while we head there. Don't worry. You're safe now." Skye said comfortingly.

"If you say so . . ." Attosecond muttered before quickly falling asleep.

And if Skye said anything after that, she didn't hear it.