Paw Patrol The Final Mission

NOTE: this story is based on a Creepypasta and its my first story (not really)
Paw Patrol The Final Mission is a story by TheShadowReader which it tells about a police officer Michael and his partner finding dead remaining of pups on the dense forest
= Story =
----My name is Officer Michael, and I've worked with the A.B.P.D for about ten or so years now. It's not the most exciting job in the world, but it helps pay for the bills and put food on my table, so I can't really complain. With that being said, my job usually was never easy for me. There were days that I had too work an 18 hour shift because of all the calls that the station were getting for simple mishaps. These would include small things like cats in trees, small fires, and the occasional missing person every now and then. Like I said before, my job wasn't very exciting. However, there was one small group of puppies that honestly turned my time at work from exhausting to amazing. These group of puppies were called The Paw Patrol.
To say that these Pups were a blessing, would be an understatement. These Pups  (at least to me) were a God sent from the heaven's above. These Pups; Chase the Police dog, Marshall the Fire Dog, Zuma the Aquatic Pup, Rocky the Recycling Pup, Sky the Air Pup, and Rubble the Construction Pup were a big help in keeping Adventure Bay at peace. Plus there ten year old leader Rider, was a very mature and smart kid that not only formed the group into what they are, but even made the Pups base and tower.  Hell, I even got the opportunity to meet the Paw Patrol in person! And let me say, there a really great group of Pups. There well mannered, very polite, respectful of their authorities, and they sure love to play around. I can't tell you how many times they wanted me to stay and play fetch with me. Now, you might think that, with the Paw Patrol going around and filling in our duties, there might be some resentment by the other cops, Firefighters, ect. For them taking away some of the opportunities to make more money, but that wasn't the case at all. For years, we had broken our backs to do some small odd jobs, but now we had the opportunity to actually focus more on real cases! So yeah, the Paw Patrol where truly amazing. However, that all ended about a year back, and let me just say that it was something....terrible.
I was in the office when all this happened. I was busy getting some much needed paperwork done, when all of a sudden the chief busted out of his office in a panic. He told all of us to stop what we were doing and get ourselves to the Adventure Bay forest area A.S.A.P! When I asked him what was the problem, he told me that he would explain everything when we got there. So I got up, got my police jacket on, made my way to my squad car, and drove down to the Adventure Bay forest area. It took about thirty minutes to get there, but once we all arrived, we got out of our cars and made our way towards the entrance to the forest. Once we all got there, I noticed that Ryder, Chase, Sky, and Rubble looked very scared and worried. I walked up to them and asked them them what the problem was.
"It's our Pups, Marshall, Zuma, and Rocky." Ryder said with a worried look on his face
"What's about them? What's the problem?" I asked 
" Rocky, Zuma, and Marshall went out to go for a swim, as well as help Rocky with his Aquaphobia, about four hours back." Chase began " But, they haven't came back yet! We've tried to contact them , but they didn't answer! We tried looking for them ourselves, but for some reason we can't seem to track their collars at all. We tried searching some more, but the forest was too dense to keep looking."
"Don't worry Paw Patrol,  we'll find them and bring them back safely.  They probably forgot to take off there collars while they went swimming, and it most likely short curated them. There most likely still at the pond swimming around." I said to him in a reassuring manner.
Ryder thanked me for the service I was doing, and I happily accepted it. After that, I made my way back to the group of armed police officers at the forest entryway. The commander in chief Officer Markus started grouping up us in pairs of two for a search party. Once he was done with that, he started assigning parts of the forest to each group of officers. Me and my partner Kate, we're assigned the the main pathway of the forest. We both immediately entered the pathway and immediately started our search for the missing Pups. Five minutes turned to ten minutes, then to thirty, then an hour, then two hours. We keep the searching as hard as we could, not leaving (quite literally) any stone unturned. After about three hours of searching, the sky began to darken. My partner and I immediately pulled out our flashlights, and kept going. After about a minute of walking, I felt something become wrapped around my ankle. I lifted my foot and shined my light at what had caught my foot. What I saw, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight. On my foot, was one of the Pups collars, It looked as if it was yanked off of something, or in this case someone's, body as the plastic clasp that held the collar together was practically snapped off at one of the edges. The main badge that identified the specific Pup and what they did, was smashed to bits and the front image scratched in numerous places that made it almost impossible  to identify who's it was, if the color hadn't been there. There was also trace amounts of blood that stained a good portion of the collar. Honestly, I would've easily not known that it was Marshall's collar had some of the light red fabric not been visible from all that blood. I looked at the collar and then to my partner, who had a look of worry plastered on her face. I immediately grabbed my police radio and dialed in to the chief of police.
"Chief Marcus, this is Officer Michael."
" Hey, did you find anything? Did you find the pups?"
" Negative of the Pups chief, however I did find  Marshall 's collar. However it's covered in blood."
"Alright I'll call in a bus, keep searching officer."
"Yes sir, 10 4."
I had put my radio away and kept looked around the dense forest. Now the sun had practically gone down at this point, and the whole forest was covered in darkness with only our flashlights illuminating the place. Me and my partner immediately started searching once again, and after a few more minutes of searching, we found Zuma's and Rocky's collars as well, but in worse shape than the other collar  I had found. The collars had not only been smashed to pieces, but also had been torn to shreds, like a claw had torn through the fabric. I felt anxiety fill me up as I pressed on searching, hoping and praying to God that the Pups were safe. It didn't take long for me to get a small  wiff of an irony smell. My partner and I continued to follow the path with the smell getting stronger and stronger with each step. Then, without any warning, I wound up slipping in a small puddle of some sort. My partner had rushed up to me to see If I was alright,  and I was, but once I shined my light at myself to inspect for any injuries....I saw a large amount of blood splattered all over my bullet proof vest and a large puddle underneath me. I quickly got up and inspected myself for any wounds, but there were none. I shined my flashlight at the puddle of blood that I had slipped in, and I noticed a small trail of the Crimson liquid lead towards a small clearing near by. I felt hesitant to go, as I expected the worse to be there, but I knew that I had too. Slowly walking towards the clearing, guns cocked and loaded, we stepped into the clearing. I called out
"Marshall,  Zuma, Rocky? Are you okay? If your here, give us a bark!"
It's was then and there that I heard a small, weak moan coming about ten feet away from me. I shined my light towards where the sound was, and my heart sunk to the bottom of my chest.
"Holy Shit..." 
That was the only words that I honestly could make out at what was presented to me. Less than ten feet away from me, we're the bodies of Zuma, Rocky, and Marshall, or at least what was left of them. Zuma's head was hanging from one of the tree branches, his head had been ripped straight from his body, his spinal cord holding the dangling Pups head firmly on the branch. Zuma's face was mangled and disfigured. One of his eyes had been stabbed by a sharp rock, blood and eye juice still pouring from the mutilated eye socket. His lower jaw had been yanked and stretched to the point where it was completely dislodged from his skull, only being connected by a small slab of skin that hadn't been torn in the stretching process. His body laid in a bloody heap below his severed head, untouched and still intact. Rocky had been beaten numerous times with what I assume was a very large rock, his head being the main target of the brutal assault. Rocky's skull had completely split in half from the blunt trauma with chunks of brains seeping out of the cracked skull. The rest of the body was covered in teeth marks, with chunks of skin and muscle tissue removed, reveling the bones. Marshall had been completely ripped in half, with intestines, kidneys, and liver exposed. I immediately vomited after seeing this madness. My partner immediately called for back up on her radio, as I ran over towards the Pups to check for any signs of like. Obviously Zuma and Rocky were both long dead at this point, however Marshall was a different story all together, I had made my way towards him, and went to check his pulse. To my shock and surprise he still had one. He was also panting very heavily. I remember hearing him moan and whimper in pain as he locked eyes with me. I almost started bawling right then and there when I saw that. He was still conscious. He then whispered to me.
"F.....find m....my... legs..."
I didn't want to leave his side, so I called out to my partner to go and search for his legs, which she found dumped next to a bush. It didn't take long for an ambulance to get to where we were. Zuma and Rocky were pronounced dead on arrival, while Marshall was rushed to the ER for emergency treatment. However, he passed away during surgery about two hours later. I normally don't cry during 911 emergencies, but that day I bawled my eyes out like a fucking baby. There was obviously a funeral for the fallen Pups, and we as well as everyone else in the town where going to give them the best of the best. Each Pup that had passed was buried in a coffin that was shaped and painted into the cars that they drove for each mission with flowers and candles surrounding them. Next to each coffin was a large wreath with each Pups image in the center of it. The mayor herself was the one who presided over the funeral of each Pup. Needless to say, the funeral was brutal to say the least. There wasn't a single person there that wasn't crying there eyes out. Even I was bawling my eyes out. Rider, Sky, and Rubble where devastated to say the least. Rubble was bawling his eyes out, Sky was a wreck, Ryder didn't even look up at the coffins, and Chase.....oh my gosh....Chase. He was completely inconsolable. He was the only one not seated in a chair. He was lying down next to Marshall's casket, with a small plush bear in his paws. He was weeping hysterically, not bothering to leave the side of his murdered friend. Anyone that would even try to move him, he would just sob some more and embrace the coffins like it was his life support. The funeral lasted for about two and a half hours to say the least. Everyone, including Ryder himself, gave a very touching eulogy. They were all buried on the main hill of Adventure Bay Cemetery, with large tombstones decorated with gemstones and images of each Pups inscribed on each slab of stone. The funeral concluded with each of the deceased Pups getting a twelve gun salute from me and the other cops. After that day, there was a week's worth of mourning for everyone including the rest of the paw Patrol. I would've joined in, but I had a new case that I had to work on. 
The day after the funeral, I was at my desk, when I was startled by a large file being slammed on my desk. It was a new case that I was going to work on. I knew exactly what it was for before I had even opened it. The rest of the day was spent trying to find suspects, however there was very few leads. The only person that we  even could have considered as a suspect was Mayor Humdinger, however that lead wound up going cold real quick after a few questions and little evidence to back anything up. So yeah, we were pretty fucked to say the least. Day after day, the case grew colder and colder. I myself took time to try and visit the remaining paw Patrol gang, and give condolences  and treats to the Pups whenever I could. Now,  I know that it may seem a bit odd for me to go and visit them so often, but the Paw Patrol was like family to me. I honestly didn't have anyone to really call family, and they helped me fill that void in my life. However, all of that was torn apart after I had gotten that phone call.
It was around half passed ten when my cell phone started ringing. I groggy got up, and answered the phone.
"Hello?" I said groggy 
"P..please help!!" 
I was immediately woken up after hearing that scream for help. I honestly didn't know who had yelled it out, but I soon got my answer after waking up.
"We need help!! Please... I...I..he...kill. blood." The line died after that
I knew that the voice was Ryder. I immediately got up, grabbed my gun, my radio, my flashlight, and ran to my car. I didn't care that I was in my Pajamas, I knew that something was wrong, and I needed to get there A.S.A.P. . I got there in less than ten minutes, and as I got out of my car, I immediately heard nothing but defening silence. This was a bad sign. I carefully maneuvered my way, gun in hand, to the front door. It had completely knocked off its hinges with scratch marks covering the front. I carefully peered inside of the doorway, only too see the entire base completely trashed . Everything in the base was either smashed to bits, or strewn across one of the rooms. There where also deep scratch marks that covered the walls like a morbid decoration. I searched around some more, and saw muddy footsteps leading from the kitchen area to the back door. I immediately followed the footsteps, and the led to a large cave on the outskirts of town. I quickly dialed up the other officers 
" This is Officer Michael. I have a 10-27, 10-54, and possible 10-63! I am currently at the outskirts of town near the main cave next to the forest. I need backup!"
I put away my radio, and made my way into the cave. I didn't want to get my flashlight, in case someone would spot me. I walked deeper and deeper into the cave, until late I noticed a lone torch burning brightly about ten feet away from me. I walked over to it and grabbed it. Then I made my way deeper into the cave, my heart pounding in fear. After about ten minutes, I soon came across a large circular room of some sort. It wasn't baracaded or anything. The walls were decorated with lit torches that lit the room up enough for me to get a glimpse of what was inside. It was completely empty, with the exception of some gear and clothing in the middle of the room. I walked up towards the discarded equipment, and I my stomach knotted up. On the ground was the broken and tattered equipment and uniforms of the paw Patrol. I started freaking out at this. What the fuck was going on? I soon noticed a small door at the end of the large room. I walked up towards it, and slowly opened the door. The room itself , compared to the other room that I had just been , was alot smaller and darker. I turned on my flashlight, and noticed a large rusted cage and a door next to it. I slowly approached the cage and peered inside. To my horror, it was Chase, but he was completely motionless. I quickly grabbed at the cage door , and yanked at it. It opened up rather easily. I immediately checked on Chase, and thankfully he wasn't dead or injured in any way. I wanted to just grab Chase and run out of that cave as fast as possible,  but I knew that I had to find the others. I slowly grabbed at the door nob and opened it, just a Crack. Oh how I wish I hadn't. In the room, there was a large tar like beast. It was around seven feet tall with a twisted and lanky body,. It's hands were long bloodstained claws that warped and contorted with each passing move, the face was the worst part. It had no features what so ever, with the exception of a large gaping maw with row after row of razor sharp teeth. Next to that thing, was the remains of Rider, Sky, and Rubble. I couldn't contain myself anymore, I let out a small scream, which I immediately muted as soon as it stared. However, it was already too late. The thing had noticed me by that time,  and it led out a blood curtailing scream! I immediately slammed the door. At this point I was already shitting myself in fear. I felt the door being rammed by that thing! I immediately grabbed Chase, and started to run at full force. All the while, that demonic monstrosity of a being smashed the door down and was chasing after me with a speed that almost matched mine. I quickly pulled out my gun and shot the thing at leat six times, however it didn't seem to do anything. I dropped my gun, and just kept on running. I heard the thing getting closer and closer to me with each passing minute. In a desperate attempt to try and save both my life and Chase's, I yanked my golden crucifix off of my neck and threw it at the beast. The crucifix made a perfect shot into the thing's throat. The thing stopped instantly, and started screaming and yelling as it clawed at its neck to try and get the crucifix out of its body, but with no use. I took this much needed time to get the hell out of that cave as soon as possible.  Once I got to my car, with Chase in my arms I sped drove  the road, to my apartment and made my way inside. I quickly locked the door, and went to check up on Chase. Thankfully, the only injuries he had was a few cuts and bruises, but nothing major. I immediately called up my boss and told him everything. He told me that they had already pulled up to where I had been a few minutes back. I warned them about what I had saw in there, and told them to be careful. He said he would, and hung up. 
The next day, I quit my job, and me along wiith Chase moved out of town. He didn't seem to care. His friends were all dead anyway. I later read in the paper about the remains of Rider and the other Pups being discovered in the cave, but no beast in site. The only thing that the found was a small burned out gold crucifix.
Category:Creepypasta
Category:Police
Category:Paw Patrol