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Adrien walked face-first into a spiderweb.
The teen jumped in fright, quickly tearing off the sticky, silky string. He knows he'll have to get a shower later to get the rest off. His only problem with it is not knowing if the spider is home or not. He prays it's not crawling on his head right now and continues down the hallway.
Adrien has been walking for about five minutes already, wondering where the other end of the path is. How much longer until something appears instead of this endless, dark corridor.
With every step, his anxiety rises. The more it grew quiet, the louder his racing heartbeat could be heard. Every little sound made him paranoid. Especially, the ones in his head. The figments of his imagination. Anything moving kicked his adrenaline into overdrive. His body urging him to run at any possible thing ready to jump out at him.
Yet, Adrien shoved all those feelings of fear and terror aside. The blonde pushed on. His curiosity outweighed everything, mind ordering his body to keep going forward.
Adrien stopped in his tracks when spotting something shiny up ahead.
"What the..." he said, head tilting to the side. In mere seconds, nearly every possible bad thing popped up in his mind if he continued. He ignored those paranoid thoughts and inched closer to the shiny object. The flashlight's beam of light caught a medium-sized, brown thing.
Quickly, the object registered inside Adrien's mind. Emerald orbs glared heatedly at the bottle. He moved over to it and kneeled, picking up the glass liquid containment. He inspected the bottle, seeing it's empty and the outer surface covered in dirt.
"This must have been here for some time," Adrien theorized, placing it back on the ground, "This emergency exit must have been used for more than just emergencies...and exits."
A tunnel used to sneak people in and out without being seen by the house staff. Adrien hates to admit how ingenious to use the hidden emergency door as a way to sell illegal drugs and medicines. Yet, he finds it disgusting too. A way to protect him from danger. An emergency evacuation used to help people was also used for committing years of crimes.
Adrien wonders how all this went down under his nose without him noticing. Wouldn't he have seen someone walking through the emergency door at some point?
"No..." the blonde thought, knowing his father better than that, "it would've been all planned out at a perfect time when nobody would notice."
His father had all the schedules of the house staff. He could've even changed their agendas if he wanted too.
Adrien growled in anger and tightly clenched his flashlight. He resumed walking, not too long later finding a staircase leading up. The teen is glad to see it, happy to get out of this hallway. Yet, he is terrified, getting closer to finding out the last thing his father is hiding.
One last family secret.
He went up a couple of steps until unlatching a lock to open a trapdoor above his head. Adrien pushed it open, surprised at how easy it was.
"I thought a carpet would've been...oh," Adrien spotted the said carpet folded to the side, "The police must have found this."
Adrien looked around his father's room, seeing everything surprisingly look the same as it did when he left. The entrance to the secret lair is even still open (much to his luck since he wouldn't have known how to open it without the peacock pin).
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Dear Bugaboo
FanfictionMarinette Dupain-Cheng has a secret pen pal who, she thinks is her long-time crush. Every Friday, without fail, she receives a letter from her unknown writer. That was until one day, there was no reply. Little did she know, how twisted her life real...