Chase the Plush Chapter 1: Chase the Plush, a paw patrol fanfic

Chapter 1: Chase the Plush

*I only own the story plot for this story, and the actual Chase Build-a-Bear plush.*

It was a nice, cold December day when I got together with my family for the holidays. Everyone gave gifts and shared their daily accomplishments throughout the year. But first, let me introduce myself.

My name is Earon. A white, blue-eyed college guy who has a two year science degree in Zookeeping, and yes my career included helping and educating about animals. I like science, animals - obviously- and am a nerd. I also like to watch certain kids show since I am a bit of a kid at heart. Those shows include "PJ Masks", "Disney's The Lion Guard", "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic", and "PAW Patrol".

Yes, I know what you're thinking ... why is a college guy in his mid-twenty's interesting in kid shows?! Well like I said, I am a kid at heart, and second, because I find certain kids show more entertaining than certain shows or movies aimed at my age group. I know, I'm weird. Well, one of the gifts I got was a PAW Patrol Chase plush from "Build-a-Bear"! I was so happy! Chase and Marshall were my favorite pups in the series, so getting a Chase plush was pretty exciting.

After getting him, I mostly kept him in his box since I was quite busy during the holidays with family and other chores to do. Eventually, after winter break, I had time to just hang out. So, I got changed into pajamas, grabbed my Build-a-Bear Chase from his box, put him in my bed, took my glasses off, put them on a nearby counter, turned the lights off, and got into bed before pulling the covers over myself and Chase.

"Goodnight Chase. I love you buddy," I whispered to my Chase plush, giving him a hug. I them slowly, but surely, drift off to sleep. I had no idea what was to come.

The next morning, I woke up slowly, still hugging my Build-a-Bear Chase. However, as I hugged him, I felt - breathing? That didn't seem right. I carefully then pull Chase away to see that he was in fact, breathing. Suddenly, he yawned, showing white teeth, closing his eyes, and starting to stretch and move in my arms. After he was done yawning, he looked at me, and smiled.

"Hi. I'm Chase. Nice to meet you!" My plush said before licking my face. Chase was still a plush, but he was ... ALIVE! It was like having the real Chase but in plush form.

I had a look of horror on my face, but took deep breaths. This was just too freaky!

"Chase, why are you alive?" I asked carefully. Chase's head tilted to the side. Then he caught onto what I asked, and why I looked scared.

"Oh, well you see, every time a person who buys a "Build-a-Bear" plush kisses or hugs it, we come to life! It's a way we can share our love and gratitude to our owners. I'm sorry if I'm freaking you out. I understand. ... And no! I am not possessed!" Chase explained, before giving me an offended and angry look. I breathed again, but with relief.

"Okay. Well, I need to get ready for the day. I'm pretty busy. But we'll cuddle and chat tonight, Chase. I promise!" Replied before hugging Chase again. Chase returned to his plush form with a smile on his face.