AdoptOverload

I-I can't remember much. All I remember are blurred memories of a loving mother, siblings who I'd fight with for food,then- absolute darkness. I'd been out for who knows how long, I don't even know how I survived, honestly, when I heard a faint voice calling, and could only make out the words "You... alive?" I strained to hear more, even though everything was black. "C'mon, let's go Angel.... dead anyway." The older voice, who I assumed was Angel, spoke once more. "Hey, kid... alive? ... hear me?" I grunted to show I did. "He's dead... go." "No." I felt myself being picked up by the scruff of my neck, then, lost consciousness altogether.

So, I guess you're wondering, "Where did Lucian go wrong? Why does he hate the BELOVED Paw Patrol so much?" Well, first of all, the "Paw patrol" is full of baloney, and I didn't go wrong. They did. It happened a while ago, when I was just a young pup. My father and I-my mother was long gone-were strays. We lived in the alleyways and had to fight to survive. We barely ever had anything to eat. So that's why I was surprised when my dad came back with a juicy, salivating steak one evening. I'd asked where he'd gotten it... he didn't respond. I enjoyed the meal, then rambled on, and ON about how I'd seen the Paw Patrol on a mission that day. Surp