Sandboy 2.0

7

Authors Note: I really love writing Chat Blanc's POV it's so interesting so sorry if it's like that for a while. Also THANK YOU SM FOR 97 VIEWS – hopefully, this statement becomes funny soon.

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Adrien's POV:

He's sitting in Marinette's room, in MY sunbeam. I wouldn't be surprised if he did it in spite of me.

Chat Blanc POV:

I totally did it in spite of him.

Besides, it was my spot first.

I used to sit here while she did homework, or worked on designs.

It's still hard to look at Marinette, but I'm getting there.

She seems happy to see here,

In my spot,

As if she knew me.

Not Adrien.

This version of me.

Just like she did so long ago.

"You know kid, you should probably let him out." Plagg pointed to my ring.

I look down.

What would he say to me?

'Fuck you give me cheese'

That's my best bet.

Everyone is looking at me in silence, all the kwamis, Adrien, Mari.

"He's right, he probably just wants to see you again," Tikki tells me, her little hand on my shoulder.

She's just like a mini Marinette.

"I don't want him to see me like this."

"That's not what matters kid," Plagg says sorrowfully.

"He hasn't had camembert in years." His voice cracks.

Honestly, his stupid remark just made me want to let him out more.

"Okay," I say.

"Plagg, claws in."

I look in the mirror, my eyes are blue, hair white, skin pale, bags under my eyes.

I look dead.

What would mother say?

"Kid?" I turn my head from the mirror.

A little white Plagg, his ears, and tail drooping like he's tired like he's lost all of his spark.

He rushes over and rubs his head under my chin.

He's... purring?

"I'm so sorry." He says.

Right, I forgot.

He's the only person who experienced what I went through first hand.

He's the only one who knows.

He's the only one that's mine.

I hug him and start kissing his little head.

"Ew ew ew no, we're not there yet. Maybe after my cheese." He gives me a tired smile.

God, he must be starving.

"Okay buddy, let's do that," I smile at him.

At least I didn't lose everyone.

"Hey, Plagg?"

"What's up kid?"

"I'm glad it was you."

He doesn't seem like he understands, still, he smiles.

"Okay, kid."

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Camembert (the name he requested since there were two of  Plagg and he kinda matches the color of the cheese) was cuddling with Tikki while Plagg sat perched on Adrien's shoulder, pouting.

Mari and Adrien were sat together on a lawn chair discussing what Sandboy possibly meant and how to help Mari.

I sat alone, admiring Paris, finally being able to see it as it was.

I sigh in contempt, on top of the Bougouis hotel.

"Little kitty on a roof, all alone without his lady" I whisper to myself.

Singing like a lullaby.

To be honest I don't care much for Mari's situation. It has nothing to do with me. 

You might be scolding me for playing along with Marinette, but I honestly don't care. Whatever it takes to get what I want.

I want to protect my city.

I mean, what do I care if she loses her memories, she's not my Marinette anyways.

But she's kind of like her.

She the same big blue eyes, that feel like the whole world.

I think of the day I saw Marinette with her hair down.

When I found out she loved me.

I wasn't worthy of someone like her.

Now no one ever will be.

"Chat, are you ok?" Mari's looking at me, with those same eyes.

I want to cry.

I want it to be her.

"I'm fine," I say awkwardly like a little kid.

"Oh, okay!" She flashes me a smile.

It feels fake coming from her.

I wish she'd stop looking at me like that.

Maybe I want her to forget.

Suddenly I feel a familiar feeling.

"Hello, I'm Hawkmoth,"

I can't help but feel a pang in my chest at his voice. Was it fear? Was it love?

"I know, father," I whisper, out of the earshot of the others.

"Perfect, because what I have to say is very important, Chat Blanc."

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Author's Note: Chat Blanc calls Marinette Mari? What could it mean??

Hawkmoth calls Chat Blanc? Once again WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

Everyone calls Chat's Plagg Camembert, wait we already know what that means. Teehee!

Sad chapter ahead.

This fanfiction WILL make you cry.

Or at least I'll give it a whole-hearted try.