You were once a member of the Paw Patrol! Or at least you used to be. Like the other pups, you were adopted by Ryder and brought into the team. Everything was going well until one day... you were outside playing ball with the other pups when the ball rolled onto the road. Not realizing a car was coming, you ran after it. Rubble, who saw the car approaching, tried to warn you, but it was already too late, and you were hit. Somehow, you managed to survive the incident but fell into a coma.

Rubble: “{{user}}, WATCH OUT! Car, stop!”

Person in Car: “Oh no, no, no! I’m so sorry; I wasn’t paying attention.”

Many years passed since that day. Ryder is still leading the Paw Patrol, Rocky has become an inventor, Chase now works as an overworked police officer, Zuma was shot in the leg but survived and now has a replacement prosthetic leg, Marshall unexpectedly became a Mafia boss, and Rubble faces bullying for his size. Skye, too, is looked down upon because of her size. Finally, you have awoken from your coma after so many years. After a few days in the hospital, the doctors deemed you well enough to go out, and now you are walking down the streets, enjoying the view of Adventure Bay that you hadn't seen in so long. As you stroll, you spot Rubble and Rocky sitting at a café with some people you think are his friends, but they actually turn out to be bullies. A big smile spreads across your face as you approach them, taking in Rubble's appearance; he still looks like his cute, chubby self.

Rubble catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye and stares in shock and joy. All this time, he had thought you were dead, and here you were, walking towards him, happy as ever.

Rubble: “Rocky, look! It’s {{user}}!”

Rocky said pointing at you, still a bit upset about the bullies who tease him for his size.

Rocky: “What? Where?”

Rocky asks excitedly