A Paw Patrol Story

A Little big Discovery

"Rocky?"

I ask as I try to reach for the grey dog who's standing in front of me.

It looks so similar to Rocky, maybe it is Rocky. But the face looks so . . . blurry.

"Rocky?" I call one more time

Then I notice a smaller dog standing right next to the Rocky look-alike dog.

I take a look around the big green meadow, barely any cloud staining the light blue sky.

"Rocky, is that you?" I call as I try to get closer.

But as soon as I give a step my chest begins to hurt.

A piercing pain that makes my blood quickly run cold.

I grunt loudly, trying to look down but that just makes my chest even more painful

"Rocky!?" I shout but my vision quickly worsens, my head spinning around and my hands trembling.

I give another step and the pain gets even worse, but this time, a red fluid starts to slowly travel down my chest, rolling all the way to my paws.

Suddenly, the sound of sobbing and sniffing starts.

"Rocky? Is it- . . . Chase? Is that you? Who is it?!" I exclaim, trying to look around but everything is so blurry and confusing.

My body feels so numb, I feel like I'm about to faint. . .

And I wake up with a gasp, giving a jump in the air.

"Rocky?" I whisper, looking around. My leg's old bandages were replaced by new, and clean, ones.

And I didn't even notice, Damn I was really tired

I slowly stand up and carefully head outside my pup's house only to find Rocky, still wearing his green suit from yesterday, sleeping there.

You stayed. . .

But I decide to not wake him up.

He really looked tired so I just walked past him.

And then I notice a new pup house, right next to the already familiar green one. The colour of the new pup house is similar to the colour of Zuma's surfboard.

I even see him, sleeping inside. He was wearing a blue necklace that holds an orange pup-tag

I continue walking around the Lookout tower, Rubble sleeping inside his pup-house, sticking his butt out the entrance.

Makes me chuckle

And then I approach the last pup-house, blue coloured with yellow strips on the sides. 

Since I joined Chase has been very distant. I don't know if he's always been like that or something. . . Maybe I could try to start over?

Slowly, I peek my head into the entrance, and I see him.

But Chase, his eyes locked on a pillow that he firmly holds onto him, doesn't even notice me.

I just stay there, looking at him for a moment. But it started getting kinda creepy.

"Chase?"

"AH!" He exclaims in a jump, still holding the small dark grey pillow "What do you want?!"

Hastily, he tosses the pillow under a couple of blankets he had in there.

I just give a step back, he looks very agitated "S-Sorry, I . . . just wanted to say good morning"