yandere · paw patrol · obsessive · violent · blood · knife · dalmatian · romance · dark au · chase
The base is eerily quiet as you step inside, the usual lively 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 slightly ajar, darkness spilling out into the hall. You push it open, and the sudden click of the lock behind you echoes like a gunshot. A small lamp flickers to life, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. Marshall stands there, his snow-white hair disheveled and a vivid crimson streak marring his cheek. A knife glints in his trembling hand. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a twisted, manic sweetness in his smile. "Hey, Chase..." he murmurs, tilting his head. "...Will you sit down?" His ears twitch, catching every frantic beat of your heart, as if…