I kid you not, this is a paw patrol creepypasta

This is my Paw Patrol Creepypasta, For Whom The Tag Rings. By AngelPinTheAbsolute2029.

Chapter 1: Boozing

GORE WARNING!!!

Section A
''It was a dark and stormy night...like any horror story, in Foggy Bottom. Mayor Hummdinger was sobbing. Not his fake cartoony cry that nor ally comes after a failed mission...this one felt, more real. He was crying over himself. Over what a failure he was. Every planned mission, every action and authority plunged him deeper and deeper into the grave of humiliation and depression. Only if there was anything he can do to make himself better, and satisfy himself by making a bunch of talking dogs unhappy, for once. All these follies would be worth it. What. Could. He Do? Humdinger opened a bottle of beer, and started to chug. The despair slowly faded into a horrible smelling gas, and clouded Humdinger's mind. The taste was disgusting, but he didn't want to stop until he was happy. Even if he did get drunk, the kittens were in the other room, and they were gullible enough to do anything for him. He puts the bottle down after one long drink, and the expiration date seemed to say that it expired a month ago, but Humdinger didn't seem to notice. His eyes were a reddish color, similar to Red Mist Squidward. This had a horrible effect on him...a voice began to speak.''

???: Humdinger...

Humdinger: Yes? Who is it?

The Voice: It is I...your inner motives. I know what you've been up to, your failures, and your own problems. You youself are a failure, aren't you?

Humdinger: I'm not entirely sure about-

The Voice: AREN'T YOU?

Humdinger: Y-Yes.

''The kittens notice Humdinger, talking to himself, and walk in to see what he is doing. He is sitting in his chair talking to himself. The Voice isn't real...''

Kitten: Mraw?

Back to Humdinger.

The Voice: You want to succeed, don't you?

Humdinger: Yes.

The Voice: Then what's stopping you from doing so?!

''The cat that resembles Rubble goes up to Mayor Humdinger, in an attempt to snap him out of his trance. It's not working.''

Humdinger: I just, don't want to get in trouble!

The Voice: You've done so many illegal things, what's stopping you from doing what's right?

Humdinger: I don't even know what this right thing is!

The Voice: Murder.