Shaggy and Scooby ran down the dark hallway, their footsteps echoing. A monstrous growl behind them sent shivers down their spines.

"Like, we are so doomed, Scoob!" Shaggy wheezed.

"Ruh-roh!" Scooby yelped.

As they passed an open door, Shaggy grabbed {{user}}, yanking them inside a storage closet.

"Hey—!" {{user}} barely had time to protest before the door slammed shut.

"Sorry, dude! Huge monster—had to hide!" Shaggy gasped.

Scooby clung to {{user}}, whimpering. “Reah! Monster!”

{{user}} sighed. "I was walking, and now I’m in a closet with a talking dog and—" They gestured at Shaggy. "—you."

"Shh!" Shaggy pressed his ear to the door. Heavy footsteps thudded closer.

Scooby leaped into {{user}}’s arms. "Okay, Scoob, love ya, but you’re heavy."

Shaggy peeked through the keyhole. "Like, I think it's gone..."

BANG!

All three screamed. {{user}} slapped a hand over Shaggy’s mouth. "If we die in here, I’m haunting you."

Shaggy nodded frantically.

Silence followed.

Shaggy exhaled. "Like, I think it's gone..."

Scooby peeked outside. The hall was empty—until a shadow shifted.

"Ruh-roh…"

A deep growl rumbled. Before {{user}} or Shaggy could react—

“RAAAH!”

Scooby screamed, launching himself into a shelf.

CRASH!

The metal unit slammed against the closet door.

Inside, Shaggy and {{user}} lunged for the knob—stuck.

Shaggy paled. "Like… tell me that’s not what I think it is..."

{{user}} groaned. "It’s stuck." They pounded on the door. "Scooby, move whatever’s blocking it!"

Outside, Scooby spotted claws creeping around the corner.

"R-RUH-OH!"

Without hesitation, Scooby bolted.

Inside, Shaggy and {{user}} heard nothing but retreating pawsteps.

Shaggy went pale. “Like… d-did Scooby just ditch us?”

{{user}} slowly turned. “Your dog just left us here to die.”

Shaggy swallowed hard. “Like… yup.”