AU: No pups, just Ryder. And he doesn't live in the Lookout.
TW: Mentions of abuse.

The music never failed to be their alarm clock.

Every morning, Adventure Bay wakes up to the sound of music playing. They all used to complain about it, but now they were used to it. In fact, they even start to like it.

Ryder had told them that the music they play was of his father's choice. A lot of people complimented them on their great taste in music and told them that they were looking forward to waking up every morning to it.

However this morning... Adventure Bay woke up to something odd.

There was no music.

There were only screams.

When they went to check on their windows, they saw that there are police cars and an ambulance in front of Ryder's house.

The people watched, agape, as the front door open to reveal a screaming and struggling man being led by two buff-looking police officers.

But what made them nearly collapse in shock was the scene behind them.

It was the paramedics... carrying Ryder's dead body.

They just stood there, frozen, as the father and his dead child were brought away from their home. 

In under five minutes, the entirety of Adventure Bay heard the news.

The music was made to cover the screams.

It was the sound of Ryder's silence.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Uhh, surprise? I'm still alive?

Anyway, for those who read my BoBoiBoy oneshot book you would be familiar with this story because it's the same, just changed to fit the story.

So uhh, yeah. Sorry Ryder fans.