PAW Patrol: Heartbroken

Chapter 4

Marshall's POV
3AM. I wake up suddenly with a dry throat. I felt like I had an unquenchable thirst in my throat. I sneak towards the lookout to get something to drink, when I hear a sound. I walk towards it, and there, I see a horrifing sight:

Chase and Skye were ontop each other, a few steps away. They were thrusting their loins one into the other. They were locked together like wild animals. I heard the sound of wet fur slapping.

I wake up. Just a dream. It was morning. I stretch and inhale the fresh morning air, as a few bars of sunshine strike down and reflect off my white fur.

I yawn and look at the trees, all perfectly placed around the Lookout. What a beautiful sight.

Today is a good day! Let me tell you why. A long time ago, Chase formed the Paw Patrol with Ryder, then I joined. For a very long time, I was best friends with Chase. We were the original two members of the Paw Patrol, and we always spent time together. I had a thing for him, and he did for me. But one day, a cockapoo named Skye came along, and Chase was all over her. They spent time together 24/7, leaving me alone. Then came another pup, Rocky. He seemed nice, so I went to go talk to him. But he was interested in Chase. So Chase and Rocky became best friends, and Rocky supported Chase and Skye playing together. The three of them always were together, but they never thought of inviting me to play with them.

Now that that Skye is in the hospital, I feel like I might have a shot with Chase.

"Ryder! Ryder!" It was Rocky. He was panting. "Chase ran off into the woods!"

Ryder sighed. "He'll be back."

Stupid Rocky. He probably got rid of Chase. I'll show him.

As Ryder left, I walked up to Rocky and shoved him to the ground. "What did you do to Chase?!" I yell, angered.

"Chase went for a walk in the woods, and I wanted to cheer him up. But I guess I pushed it over the edge, because he ran away and yelled at me." Rocky's head drooped.

"Yeah, well good job, idiot! Chase is gone because of you!" I yell. I slap him across the face.

Rocky turns around. I couldn't tell if he was crying. He didn't say anything. He started walking away. "Thanks, Marshall," he finally sniffled before returning to his puphouse. He closed the door shut, and remained there.

Chase's POV
Twelve hours. Twelve hours since I left home. Twenty-four. Twenty-four hours since Skye was possibly killed because of me. If, by any miracle, she lives, she's gonna for sure want me dead. Oh, how am I going to confess my love for her?

I need to know if she's alive. I need to know! I sprint out of the woods and into the city, making my way towards the hospital. I'm coming Skye. I'm coming.