He shot awake, gasping and panting. Scooby was startled into alertness by his best friend's sudden awakening.
"What happened, Shaggy?"
"Like, I had a nightmare."
"I don't remember. But it was, like, really scary!" There was a light pitter patter of footsteps toward their door. Velma burst in.
"What happened?" she asked sleepily, but there was an edge of hostility in her voice. Shaggy didn't blame her. He looked at the clock by his bed. It read 05:26.
"Like, sorry, Velma. I didn't mean to wake you. I had a bad dream." She groaned and rubbed her eyes beneath her glasses.
"I'm never going to get back to sleep," she complained.
"I didn't mean to wake you up."
"But you did and that's my issue! I just got to sleep half an hour ago!" Hostility had long worked into her voice and now she was really angry.
"Like, how many times do you want me to apologize?!" She said nothing for a moment. Finally, she sighed and relented.
"Sorry," she offered, but her apology didn't sound sincere. "I'll go make coffee or something." She walked out, closing the door behind her.
"That was weird," Scooby remarked, repositioning himself on the bed.
"Yeah," Shaggy agreed. "But she did say that she'd, like, just fallen asleep. She's probably just grouchy because she's tired."
"Right," Scooby said, nodding head and settling down. "Should we try to get back to sleep or help her?"
"Like, you're right, Scooby Doo. Let's go help her. It's the least we can do." Shaggy got out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen.
"What do you want?" she snapped, turning around suddenly.
"Like, I was just here to help you make coffee." Her expression softened.
"That's okay, I don't need any help." As she said so, she accidentally bumped the hot coffee pot. "Son of a bitch!" she yelled loudly, not seeming to care that she'd probably awoken the whole household.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course, I'm just fine, what made you think otherwise?" she asked, twisting the cold water knob on. As she rinsed off her forearm in the cool water, Shaggy noticed he'd never heard her swear before.
In fact, none of them really ever used crude language. Hearing words that angry come from Velma was strange.
"Like, do you need anything?"
"Just... Leave me alone."
"Okay, Velma. I'm sorry I came out here." He went back to his bedroom and shut the door firmly, but didn't slam it. He hoped Daphne and Fred hadn't woken up. In a way, he was responsible if they did. Scooby whined.
"Is Velma okay?"
"Like, I don't know, Scooby Doo. Something's off with her. It feels like more than just a bad day."
"What's bothering her?"
"So far, me. She hasn't told me if, like, anything else has been going on."
"That is weird." Shaggy looked outside of the door, where he could hear clattering. Daphne's door opened and she peeked out sleepily. Her usually flawless hair was a mess.
Has everyone had a bad night's rest, Shaggy asked himself.
"Shaggy, who's out there?"
"Is she mad?"
"Like, how did you know?" They shared a glance and Daphne sighed.
"I'll go talk to her." She stepped out and eerily silently treaded into the kitchen. Shaggy followed her, not as quietly.
"You know very well what. You woke me up and you probably woke Fred. I understand that you're angry, but..."
"Lay off," she snapped. Shaggy saw Daphne tense a bit.
So it's not only me, he confirmed to himself. There's something wrong with Velma. She's scary.
"Please be quieter," Daphne said, putting her hands up. She turned to go back to bed.
"Will you be up for coffee later?"
"No, thank you. I'm already too jumpy as it is."
Daphne? Jumpy? What else was going to be weird this morning?
You know what, I don't even want to know, he said to himself.
"Did you say something?"
"Oh, like, no." He must have voiced his thoughts without realizing it.
"If you do have something to say, speak up next time."
"All right. I'll leave you to it." He went back to bed and fell asleep rather quickly, considering the circumstances.
Author's Note: I do not own anything. This will eventually have some spoilers for Shaggy's Showdown (just as a plot concept). Please review!