[ EU ] Scooby Doo , but serious and gritty .

`` We're here Scoobs.'' I pulled the faded blue van up slowly through the access road and listened to the wiper blades slowly screech across the windshield. Cutting the headlights I put the old machine in park and stepped out into the night rain, under a weak bulb flickering in an ancient streetlight overhead. 
 
 I flipped a dark hood up over my shaggy red hair, finally showing signs of thinning, and slid open the door of the van as my dog, Scooby gingerly hopped out and sniffed the night air. 
 
 `` This is our last one, Scoobs. I promise.'' I took a long pull from a leather wrapped flask and put it back in my coat. Walking toward a rusted chain link fence I leaned down and snipped the metal wires, one by one, wiping the water dripping in my eyes and pulling it open enough for Scoobs to go through before crawling in myself. 
 
 My foot snagged on the freshly cut wire and I could feel the torn skin start to trickle blood... I tore free and stood up, then took the shining silver revolver that had fallen from my coat and into the mud from Scooby's mouth. He gave me a sorrowful look and I scratched the grey brown fur under his jaw before plodding on through the mud. 
 
 `` Why are You here?'' A voice crept from a dark corner of the covered porch of the house and I stopped, holding up an arm to squint through the rain. `` You could never just leave it alone, could you?'' The voice called out again, `` Even as a stoned lanky fuck up.'' 
 
 I saw him step out to the porch steps, even in the moonlight his hair had somehow still kept it's yellow hue, although time had drawn deep wrinkles of pain across his brow. 
 
 `` It ends here Fred.'' I slowly pulled the revolver from my pocket as Scoobs began to growl.
