(Running Through Time) ~ A Yearbook of Chase and Marshall ~

Chapter 3 pt 2

It's been two days since Ryder left the Paw Patrol, but there were no mission at all. It felt like everyone know that Ryder left Adventure Bay for a while and didn't want to annoy the pups.

"It's the second day, still there's no mission yet!" Rubble complained and laid his body at the lounge.

"Weird, why Adventure Bay seemed empty for these two days?" Rocky also complained, and laid next to Rubble.

"It seemed like Ryder put a status on his social media, and everyone knew about Ryder's departure from Adventure Bay, so they don't wanna bug us out." Skye joked sarcastically.

"What? Social media?" Chase tilted his head, confused.

"Sarcasm." Skye stuck her tongue out.

"Well, yeah. Maybe." Chase scratched his ears. Marshall and Zuma were playing Pup Pup Boogie, but suddenly they turned it off.

"DUDE, THIS IS BOWING!" Zuma screamed and laid his body on the mat, which caused everyone looked at him.

"You alright, Zuma?" Rubble raised one of his eyebrow.

"Other than bowed, yep." Zuma joined them.

"And it's a really hot day today. I'm not planning to become a melting pupsicle today." Marshall joked, and no one can hold their laughter.

"Right. It's really visible from the door that it is toooo hot out there. Maybe we'd melt already before reaching the pool." Chase looked at the Lookout's door.

"No, Chase. The pool dried out." Skye laughed.

"Skye's right. Dear god help us." Rubble shook his head.

"Hmm..." Everyone gathered and trying to think what activity they can do.

"...ever heard of Truth or Dare?" Marshall suddenly suggested.

"Eh? ToD? I've heawd of it once. I wonder how's the game, though." Zuma looked excited.

"That sounds like a good idea, Marshall. I'm in!" Skye yipped and approached Marshall, along with Zuma.

"It sounded like an okay idea. Well, I haven't know the game, but maybe that sounded like a great game." Rubble also joined them.

"But... don't you think we need a bottle to play that game? We don't have it." Chase asked.

"That's an easy problem! Wait here." Rocky ran to the outside. After a while, he returned with a glass bottle on his pincers.

"Why trash it when you can stash it?" Rocky grinned. "But, uh, I'm not into going out once again. Let's just use this, okay?" He panted, suffering from the heat.

"Alright, let Rocky be the only victim of today's hot weather." Chase joked. Everyone laughed once again.

"My, that's harsh, Chase." Rocky smiled and shook his head.

"Alright, sit down around this bottle." Chase guided his friends. Chase sat between Marshall and Rocky, and Rubble sat between Skye and Zuma.

"So, who's first?" Rocky asked.

"Let Chase spin the bottle first." Skye suggested.

"Wight, let him do the fiwst spin." Zuma agreed.

"Alright then, if that's what you asked..." Chase held the bottle. "Ready?"

"Ready." Everyone nodded.

Chase spun the bottle as hard as he can, and the bottle mouth pointed on Rubble.

"Me?" Rubble pointed himself.

"Yep. So, the mechanism of this game is, you pick either you want to answer a truth, or do a dare. Don't worry, we won't force each other to do self-harm." Chase explained.

"Ah, I see... anyway, it sounded like Dare was meant for this tough pup." Rubble giggled.

"If that's what you want, alright. Hmm... I was about to ask Rocky to get out and take something to help your dare, but I don't want him to get burned once again..." Chase thought for a while.

"Are you trying to turn me into hotdog?" Rocky glanced at that Shepherd.

"Without mustawd and ketchup, I doubt he would, Wocky." Zuma laughed, also with the others.

"Oh god, why did you think of that?" Chase laughed. "Anyway, try to take some snacks from the snack machine, and do tricks with it, like, juggle them." Chase pointed to the snack machine located at the lounge.

"Was thinking you'd ask me to do tricks on my board, Chase." Rubble stood up and picked several pup treats.

"At least there's no spider here." Chase said sarcastically.

"NOPE." Rubble glared at Chase. If looks could kill, Chase would have been taken to the hospital now.

"Alright, sorry." Chase laughed nervously, and the rest shook their head.

"Ready. Let's see if I can do that trick at the circus..." Rubble threw one of the treat, and he threw the other one simultaneously. He juggled the treat like a pro.

"Wow! That's awesome, Rubble!" Marshall was amazed.

"I'm not done yet!" Rubble still juggled, and threw every single treat to the air. He ate all of the flying treats one by one.

Everyone applauded Rubble, and Rubble bowed down. "That's awesome!" Mostly they said that.

"Thanks! That wasn't that bad, heh..." Rubble sat down.

"Time for you to spin it, Rubble." Chase offered the bottle to him. Rubble spun the bottle.

"Zuma, truth or dare?" Rubble immediately asked when the bottle pointed that Chocolate Lab.

"Ah... hmm, maybe twuth won't huwt that much." Zuma answered.

"About what we talked about several days ago, about our phobia." Said Rubble. "What's your actual phobia?"

Zuma went silence for a moment and looked at his friends. "Uh..." He looked nervous.

"It's alright, Zuma. Just answer it, we won't hurt you." Skye tried to calm him down.

"I don't scare Rubble with his phobia. Maybe if he saw one accidentally, then that's another story." Said Chase.

"Shut up." Rubble squinted his eyes.

"Sorry, haha." Chase laughed.

"Well... I... actually... have... Phasmophobia..." Zuma answered. "Feaw of ghosts."

"Oh?" Rocky raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, afwaid of ghosts. I know that they won't huwt me, but I'm scawed of them..." Zuma lowered his ears, embarrassed.

"Ah, that reminds me, once I scared Zuma with a ghost miniature on Halloween! Now I get it..." Chase reminded of the past.

"And also, when we had to save Captain Turbot's 'haunted' ship, Zuma hid behind me when we were on the ship." Marshall also added.

"Oh..." Everyone else nodded.

"It's alright, Zuma. Being scared of something is normal. Like what Ryder said, 'having fear is okay', right?" Rubble patted Zuma's back.

"Well, yep... thanks, guys." Zuma smiled.

"Don't worry, we are family and we won't harm each other!" Chase tried to change the atmosphere.

"And, family protects each other, right?" Rocky also smiled. Looking at Rocky's sweet smile... it cheered Zuma up.

"Y-yep... Right..." Zuma smiled widely.

"That's our Zuma, a happy pup." Marshall giggled.

"Say the happy pup himself!" Said Chase abruptly.

"Hehe..." Marshall blushed.