Shaggy slowly felt the air in his lungs begin to get gradually smaller as he was being strangled to death by the small dog. “Give up Shaggy, you’ve had your fun. You’re nothing but a shallow husk of a man compared to me.” Shaggy couldn’t fight back, he was useless. His power level being that of a mortal compared to this… this monster. Shaggy will never forget the day Scrappy barged into his village in Poland and seized it, using the Nazis as mere pawns in a game of chess. Yes, a game this was to Scrappy. The lynchings of black people, the crucifixion of Shaggy’s family, and the millions of cities, towns and villages being burnt down was nothing but a game for Scrappy’s entertainment. Now, Shaggy knew he was at the end of his life. His lungs collapsed as he fell to the ground, dead. Scrappy did nothing, just sat there with an empty and dark stare. He made slow steps knowing there was nothing stopping him now from escaping across Brazil’s border. But that’s what Scrappy thought before the last thing he’ll ever was the gunshots from a rival drug cartel. September 2, 1945, World War II is finally over. News spread quickly across the world of the wretched and bloody war’s end. On September 2, 1945, Scrappy Doo was gunned down by a rival drug cartel in Brazil, officially bringing World War II to an end.