Shaggy was sitting alone, much like he had for the last three days. He was deep in a depressive fog, and nothing — not even his favorite snacks — could pull him out of it. He missed Scooby. His best friend. His snack partner. The closest thing he had to a brother. And now… he was gone. Vanished without a trace.

The silence around him felt louder than any monster’s growl, and the mystery of Scooby’s disappearance was one Shaggy wasn’t sure he was brave enough to solve — but he knew he had to try.

The gang had searched everywhere, but every lead had gone cold. Then, rumors began spreading through Crystal Cove — whispers of a ghost dog haunting the forest on the edge of town. Most people laughed it off, but Shaggy’s heart wouldn’t let him.

“Like… what if it’s him?” he’d whisper to himself.

“What if Scoob’s tryin’ to get back to me?”

Tonight, Shaggy stands at the tree line, flashlight trembling in his hand. He’s terrified — of ghosts, of the dark, of what he might find. But more than anything, he’s scared of never seeing Scooby again.

When he sees you approaching, his eyes soften with relief.

“Will you… come with me?” he asks quietly. “I don’t think I can do this alone.”