Whitewashed Dreams (A Chat blanc Story)

❦Plagg? Macaroni with hot sauce?❦

Would anyone notice
If tonight I disappeared?
Would anyone chase me
And say the words that I need to hear?That I'm no burden
Not so worthless
Bent so much that I just might break
All-consuming
So confusing
The questions that keep me awakeWould anyone care, would anyone cry
If I finally stepped off of this ledge tonight?
Would anything change, would you all be just fine?
'Cause I need a reason to not throw the fight
It just might save my lifeWould anyone want me
If they knew what was inside my head?
Would anyone see me
For the person that I really am?I won't lie
So hard to hide
I've never felt worthy of love
I would give up
Everything I have
Just to feel good enough

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I wake up in what seems to be a bunker of sorts, with selves of food that could last a good couple of months. It's all quiet till I see head pop into the room from the small hatch on a ceiling over a rudimentary table.

"Finally you are awake you sleepy head, welcome to the safe house." He jumps into the room, and quite gracefully too. I guess there are perks about being a ninja.

"The shot hit your ring preventing you for taking much damage. Then you de-transformed and were unconscious. I brought you to this secret place, we should be safe here. Plagg is somewhere snacking I think.

I look around and see crummy yellowish walls of this room.

" Guess comfort wasn't in mind while building this place, how many safe-houses do we have in Paris?"

"Well I will be coming back in a couple of hours, I got to pick up something. Go make yourself at home, and there is plenty of food for you and Plagg, feel free to use the mat to sleep, although you no longer have your cat attire."

"Well thanks... Wait wh-"

"BYE" and he left without another word, leaping on the table and jumping out.

But he said something.... Plagg? Something feels different...

I look at my arm.

It's my regular arm!?!?!??!

My actual arm with no suit on it.

I rush to a mirror... MY FACE! No masks?!?!? I AM ADRIEN AGAIN. Well my eyes are blues, I am older,  and my hair and skins have a more whitish tone than previously. BUT I AM ME!?!?? I know he said I was de-transformed but it still shocked me. Finally after all these years...

Wait does that mean that...

"AH CHEEEESSSSSSSSE" I hear a voice well too familiar say. I open the mini fridge and see the little (but white?!) kwami...

"Plagg?"

"PLAGG!"

"What, WAS WHAT!, What the ####" happened?"

"Plagg, I can't believe it, yo-"

"Gonna stop you right there first, of all we just woke up from a very nasty shock and I'm still feeling #### woozy so i'm gonna request you to fetch us some coffee before we get into this, I mean everyone gets coffee and shitty movies, am I right? I want something iced ####"

"Plagg you are back!"

"Yeah, no magic word can make me disappear. So kid, what did I miss? You fixed the world? Why am I white now, I didn't know it was time to for makeover. What the #### is happening."