This idea came from demon-Marshall's story: Marshall the Street Dog. I'll put the link in so you can read it.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/200818686-paw-patrol-marshall-the-street-dog
Please enjoy the one shot.
Chase's POV:
Blood...........blood and bodies...................blood and bodies in the street. My head is aching some. But I have to keep going. Those house dogs hurt Marshall's friend, Rex. I won't let them get away with it!!!
Skye: Chase?!
I looked to my left and saw Skye. She was in a uniform that was made to hunt and kill street dogs, while I was wearing nothing but scars.
Chase: Skye, why?
Skye: That's my question!!! Why are you with the enemy?!!?!?
Chase: Enemy? Oh, you mean allies. You fucked up house dogs are us street dogs enemies! You killed my mate's best friend!!!
Skye: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BITCH!!!!!!
My eyes went wide when Skye slammed me into a mailbox, which was to my right when I saw Skye on my left, but now, my head hurts more and I pass out.
Guidezer's POV: I jumped and kicked Skye away, but she came back to fight. I learn how to deal with house dogs like her, and I knew every weak point, most common for males, not so much for females. Marshall, where the fuck are you when your mate is in danger?
-----------In Chase's mind----------
Chase's Pov: I walked down a damaged roof. Crawling down the net before landing on the ground, ripples appear as past and current memories came.
Chase: where am-
???: BUBBY!!!!
I looked to see a younger me, with no collar, catching a little shepherd, which made my heart crack.
Past Chase: Hey Storm, you okay?
Storm: Yes bubby. But why can't why see mommy.
Chase saw his past self groaning before looking at his younger brother.
Past Chase: the house dogs and humans took...............mommy away....................and daddy was part of it.
Storm: Nu! I don't want mommy gone!
Past Chase: I'm here for you bud. Bubby won't leave.
Storm: YAY!!!!
Chase smiled as Storm hugged his past self before the entire scene changes to a street, with Storm groaning.
Chase: Storm....
Past Chase: STORM!!!!!!
Chase watched his past self push Storm off the road before getting hit by a truck, what it look like, going 78 miles per hours. Chase watched his past body hit the ground and rolled before the back of his head the ground when he stopped. Storm ran up, dis-pit an injury.
Storm: BUBBY!!! *crying* Wake up.
Past Chase: I-i'm oka............*passes out*
Storm: no, bubby, please don't. BUBB-
