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Marinette
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"Ugh".

"wait, WHERE THE HELL AM I!"

Being the stalker I was I immediately identified the room ,I was locked in was Adriens bedroom

I mean it made sense considering he kidnapped me

I shivered, since he believed Lila he probably wants to hurt me,
And it must be something damaging , because he yunno ,kidnapped me

My mind was half asleep and wrestling with the urge to drift away to dreamland

"Tikki spots on"
I yelled hoping with a bit of Ladybug luck I could untie myself from the rigid bed leg

No pink and red sparkles flurried over my body
No spotted suit covered my civilian clothes
No mask obscured my identity

I wasn't the ladybug everybody loved

In horror I slide my arms up the bed post and reached over my ears , before even feeling them I knew they weren't with me
The lack of magical mini God and air fizzing with ladybug luck told me as much.

I was stranded as a no one who nobody cared to notice.

Simulacrum
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Smirking evilly , I streaked through the air with stolen candles in tow.

I reminisced the spectacle of my fathers death, I'd known who hawkmoth was the moment I felt his domineering grip in my mind , when I heard his stone cold offhand comments , the only thing I didn't recognise was his greedy drive and hunger for the miraculous's. It was pathetic to listen to an old man ramble about jewellery and empty threats.

The voice in the back of my mind that had somehow survived the akumas dark magic had gone blankly quiet, I was prepared to hear insults and self hate to come flowing through my twisted mind but all I could feel was numbness.

And maybe ...
a small hint of triumph.

I felt sick at the thought that my whole life had been shaped and sculpted into perfect delicacy by a moths wing. The most fragile, breakable thing on this unfair earth had been my prison.
But I had won , he was dead

It was his fault really for being so careless. After my mother's death he always carried a taser for protection(not that he really needed it .)
I had simply guided his hand to a book that rested in the corner ancestoral auras flowing freely of its crisp brown pages tinted with age and wisdom. All I did was give a helping hand to the trigger that had been offhandedly left pointing towards its dry pages . I just muttered a few words out of his mouth that left him vulnerable.

Watching through his tear-choked eyes as his own son sealed his doom.

Too late I realised I was cackling with a dry hysteria at the victory. But I didn't stop

Why should I , I wasn't some groomed to perfection model boy
Not anymore.

I finished setting up the candles and rampaged towards the setting sun