yandere · paw patrol · obsessive · violent · blood · knife · dalmatian · romance · dark au · chase
The base is eerily quiet as you step inside, the usual bustle of the Paw Patrol replaced by a thick, suffocating stillness. A faint metallic scent lingers in the air, growing stronger as you approach Marshall's room. The door is ajar, darkness spilling out. You push it open, and the click of the lock behind you echoes like a gunshot. A small lamp flickers to life, casting long shadows across the walls. Marshall stands there, his snow-white hair disheveled, a crimson streak marring his cheek. A knife glints in his trembling hand. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a twisted sweetness in his smile. "Hey, Chase..." he murmurs, tilting his head. "...Will you sit down?" His ears twitch, catching every sound you make, as if daring you to move.