Author's note: Here's my origin story for a brand new alternate universe Scooby series, titled Scooby-Doo: Earth One.

This series takes place in Dimension 51 (NOT to be confused with D5-1, short for Dimension Five Timeline One, which contains my finished crossover with Courage, the Cowardly Dog) and like my City of Mysteries series, which I have placed on hiatus, it's going to be darker and more serious than my other Scooby stories, and it'll incorporate elements from other versions of the gang, who lives in a Coolsville that is a major city, in this series.

As the title of this new series suggest, it's inspired by DC Comics' Earth One line of works, such as Batman: Earth One and Superman: Earth One. As a matter a fact, this series will take place in the same universe and continuity as the DC Earth One line, with this origin story based on Volume One of the former.

Also, this origin story is inspired by Laniebeth19's story Welker Trails Werewolf. While I'm not a fan of how the author portrayed Shaggy in the said story (Slacker, implied stoner and skipping school), I have to the admit that the said story gave me the inspiration for this origin story, especially with the part where Shaggy went to work for Daphne's father, who's running for reelection as a congressman, which this story also takes inspiration from.

I don't own Scooby-Doo. Hanna-Barbera Productions and Warner Bros. does, while the concept of Earth One belongs to DC Comics.

Chapter 1: A typical Wednesday

October 6, 2010

(Shaggy's Point of View)

It was a typical Wednesday morning in Coolsville, a small city located in Southern California. Typical. Only one way for me to describe the morning as the alarm clock went off at the usual time, shattering a beautiful dream I was having during the night.

A dream that Maggie, Dad and I could be with Mom again.

I was tempted to grab a mallet to smash that blasted alarm clock as it rang, but I knew that I have to be at school in time, or otherwise, Dad will receive another late note from the school, and I had already promised him that he won't be receiving one of those notes again.

(Third person)

The shaggy-haired sixteen-year old teenage boy yawned and stretched his arms after he shut off his alarm clock before getting up.

His room was a mess as usual, and he can see the guitar on the closet across from his bed. The sun shined through the basement window situated above his bed, and the boy, named Norville "Shaggy" Rogers (The nickname due to his shaggy-style hair), got out of his bed and went to the washroom to go through his usual routine.

After emerging from the washroom, Shaggy changed into his usual attire, consisting of a green shirt and brown pants, before grabbing his backpack and made his way up the stairs. Along the way, he stopped by the bottom of the stairs to shake his sleeping Great Dane. A Great Dane named Scoobert "Scooby" Doo.

"Like, time to wake up, old buddy." Shaggy gently shook Scooby.

There was some silence before the Great Dane groaned and stretched his legs.

"Roaky, Raggy." Scooby nodded as he scratched himself while Shaggy carried on up the stairs. The Great Dane soon followed suit.

He made his way to the dining table, where his twin sister Maggie and father Sam were already seated.

Sam was drinking his coffee as he read the newspaper, a routine the middle-aged police lieutenant will normally go through every morning. Being in his mid-forties, Sam's dusty brown hair has begun to develop grey streaks. It didn't help that it was a result from the stress from his job as a police homicide detective.

Samuel Chastain "Sam" Rogers sighed as his son took a bowl and spoon, grabbed the milk and cereal and started preparing his breakfast.

"Morning, Dad." Shaggy said as his sister ate her toast.

"Morning, Norville." The police lieutenant replied. "Good to see you up early."

Shaggy nodded as he poured milk into his bowl of cereal. "Like, I don't want you to have a fit when you receive another notice of me being late for classes."

Then, as he sat down to eat his cereal, he eyed the newspaper headline on the Coolsville Gazette his father is reading.

"Anything new on the news?" He asked, deciding to change the subject.

"Well, just the same old gossip on politics, particularly with the upcoming midterm elections in November." Sam replied as he put down his glasses. "And that bright congressman representing Coolsville's congressional district, Bartemius "Barty" Blake, has continued on with the usual attacks on his political opponents who are running to replace him in Congress."

"The most-hated man in Coolsville." Maggie interjected.

Sam nodded. "You don't need me to remind you two why I've warned you against getting anywhere close to those Blakes."

Shaggy and Maggie both nodded as the former replied, "Mom."

(Shaggy's Point of View)

My mentioning of Mom was enough for us to let Dad know that Maggie and I understand why he never wants us to get anywhere near the Blakes.

Let me get something straight on Mom before I dive into the rest of my day.

Our mother's name is Wendy, and she was a research scientist working at Blake Enterprises, a oil mining and chemical research company owned by Barty Blake before he entered politics and ran to represent Coolsville's congressional district in the House of Representatives in 2006.

At the time Mom met Dad, he had completed his degree in chemical engineering along with a minor in criminology. Not sure why he decided to go for a major in chemical engineering while he has a passion in policing, but I guess he's interested in the forensics science part of policing.

Long story short, they fell in love and married. Then, on April 27, 1993, Maggie and I were born in the Coolsville General Hospital, which is now renamed as the Coolsville Don Messick Memorial Hospital after the passing of some famous man who sounded kind of like my old buddy Scooby.

Anyways, we settled down as Dad became a police officer while Mom found employment at Blake Enterprises. I once overheard Mr. Blake mentioning that Mom was one of the best employees working at his company.

But then, something happened that led to Mom feeling moody when Maggie and I were ten. I'm not sure what was that about, but Mom was clearly not happy. Maybe something bad happened at work, I don't really know, as Mags and I were quite young at the time.

Then one day, Mom left for work, or at least that's what I thought back then. She never returned home. A short while later, Dad returned home and told us that Mom's never coming home.

It took a while for Maggie and I to understand what Dad really meant, but eventually we did. Mom's been murdered and Dad's colleagues failed to get the guy that did it.

After Mom's death, Dad started to warn us not to get too close to anyone close to Mr. Blake, saying that he may have something to do with Mom's death. While I'm not sure if he has absolute proof that the man had something to do with Mom's death, the fact that he had done some other bad things, especially after being elected to the House of Representatives, made Mags and I understand why Dad has some disdain towards the congressman.

The fact that he sponsored a bill that was supposed to weaken those so-called "Business-killing" environmental regulations, as well as making sure individuals can't install powerful solar panels.

The man was also known for his disdain towards the scientific consensus on climate change, a consensus which I believe is supposed to be common sense. No doubt that his company is bound to lose a lot with all those environmental regulations, which I understood as the reason why he held that view.

Also, the man had sponsored a controversial education bill that, in the eyes of his political opponents, doesn't do anything to take care of the states negligence in the school system.

However, it's his disdain towards anyone with a lower social status than him that made Mags and I understand Dad's warning. I once saw the congressman on the street, telling a poor street beggar to get out of his way and called him a "useless, drug-addicting troll that deserved to be in prison."

That encounter made me really wonder how could someone who doesn't hold any respect towards the populence be able to even get elected in the first place. Oh, well. With all of that money, you sure can buy your way into politics.

Another reason why I ought to keep a safe distance from that congressman.

(Third Person)

After finishing his breakfast, Maggie and Shaggy grabbed their school bags and headed for the front door.

"Have fun at school, kids." Sam said as he prepared to send them off to the school bus stop.

"Right, Dad." Maggie nodded.

"See you in the afternoon." Shaggy added before the siblings made their way out of the house.

Much of the school bus ride was uneventful as usual, and the Rogers siblings soon arrived at their high school: Hoyt Curtin High School, a high school known for its superb music program in all of Coolsville, in addition to other well-known extra-curriculum activities.

The siblings made their way to their lockers before splitting up for their first period classes.

Shaggy has chemistry and gymnasium in the morning, the latter being his most favourite class, while his sister has English and Algebra II.

Then, lunch period came and in the cafeteria, Shaggy was on his way to join his sister and several of their friends when he heard an angry "Hey!"

(Shaggy's Point of View)

I took a deep breath and shrugged, hoping that angry-sounding "Hey!" wasn't directed towards me. But, as usual, I was wrong, because the next second, I felt a strong arm grabbing me by the shoulder and turning me around, leaving me face-to-face with the familiar-looking blonde-hair boy wearing a white shirt with blue stripes, a pair of light blue jeans and light brown shoes.

Frederick "Fred" Jones and his gang of jocks, including his best friend and bully Randolph "Red" Herring, who I bet was the one that made that angry-sounding "Hey!".

"What were you looking at, Rogers?" Fred hissed at me.

I rolled my eyes. I swear that jock was always looking for trouble in the form of me, maybe due to my hippie-like appearance. Oh well, I know how to deal with it.

"It's none of your business, Jones." I retorted.

"Oh, everything you look at is very much our business, Rogers." Red interjected.

"You don't happen to know why my friend Rhino appeared stoned last Friday before football practice, do you, Rogers?" Fred barked at me as if I was some sort of useless, no-good junk.

I shrugged and elected to play dumb, as I always do. No use fighting back, especially since I don't want that to tarnish the laid-back, stoner and hippie reputation I sought to build up. A reputation that Dad approved of as a way for me to protect myself and Maggie at school.

"Well, let me guess." I shrugged. "He got himself onto some of that pot and couldn't get through practice?"

Fred grabbed me by the collar and hissed. "You know bloody well that thing is hazardous to ones health! My father has plenty of brochures on what that stuff can do to your mind."

I rolled my eyes. Once again, he's telling me propaganda on the importance on the War on Drugs, a war, which in my opinion, is a costly disaster designed for those major pharma companies to keep their profits and rip us off.

Man. People like Fred should see what is going on in Europe, where some countries are legalizing the stuff and the positive results, especially with the decreasing crime rate. It makes me wonder why people continue to believe such unbelievable propaganda.

I shrugged in reply and Fred continued, "If I catch you getting close to those freshmen and getting them stoned again, Rogers, I'll see to it that you get yourself suspended and expelled from school. Is that clear?"

"Crystal clear." I replied before the jock released his grip and pushed me towards the nearby table before he and his gang walked away.

I rubbed myself and simply carried on to join Maggie and the gang as if nothing just happened.

Poor Shaggy. He sure can't get a break, can't he.

Well, before I go on, I want to note is that in this particular series, Shaggy is NOT going to be a stoner, nor is he going to be a slacker. He only acts as a slacker and a stoner to protect himself and his sister from those that are hostile towards them, but don't worry, in later chapters, he'll begin to reveal his true colours. There's also a reason this series is rated "T".

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