Whitewashed Dreams (A Chat blanc Story)

❦Shut up and drive❦

"So do you understand alternative realities? Parallels universe?"

"Not exactly." I denied, sitting up straight and looked at the stranger. He said his name was MJ? Who was this guy? Where am I? Is the world fixed?

"A parallel universe is a universe theorized as existing alongside our own, although undetectable. A multiverse is a hypothetical group of multiple universes. Together, these universes comprise everything that exists, the entirety of space, time, matter, energy, information, and the physical laws and constants that describe them. Every choice you make everyday has a different universe where something you did in the current one, is different, therefore backlashing and created another universe, it has multiple copies of itself, each one very different from the rest. An infinite copies. There is an infinite universe where Nelson Mandela became emperor of the cosmos or the Beatles never broke up. An alternate timeline is the same universe, though different sequels of itself. So if we went back into time and change it, that would be an alternate timeline and the current one we're living in now would be non-existent."

"So, we are in a different world..." I start saying, amazed and speechless. What about my world? My Paris? Her? What happened to her? "Is there a ladybug in this universe? Is she okay? I need to stop Hawkmoth! No wait, maybe I can use the combined power of the miraculous to save my world! I can bring back my princess and everything can go to normal, life can be beautiful, maybe we will finally get that hamster named-"

"CHAT! you are a loose nuke, I cant let you roam the streets of Paris. Yes LB exists in this universe, as well as a Chat Noir. You cant just show up! Plus, you are still akumatized, Hawkmoth from this universe can probably control you... or at least communicate with you. We need to set precaution with you. I will set you up in Paris. I know a good friend that can help you...

" Why... why are you helping me? I am a complete stranger, I destroyed my world and I have nothing to return."

"Oh I feel this will be the start of a great partnership, we will do great things together with that power of yours..."

Power...

Only later I realized its always about power.

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I wake up bruised on the cold-ass road-side. Losers, I survived. How about...

OUCH, PUTAIN

Well can't this day get any worse?

No can use powers and I have to somehow meet Jay in a couple of minutes a couple of kilometres away while a crazy mob is chasing me. Well isn't great. Trying to run for my dear life.

"Hey I found him! His down there and still alive! Go kill him! Somebody kill that bastard!

Well merde

I am finally going to die... and I don't want to anymore.

Great, get a grip on yourself Ch-
I should start calling myself Adrien... after all this time, the real me is bac-

"I am going to ruin ur pretty face BLONDIE!"

Merde, merde Merde!

Finally I ran to a busy street, I see a car parked right there is front of me, with a driver sipping coffee. Hallelujah, maybe God does love me a little after all.

With no explanation, no time to recollect myself, I abruptly open the front passenger door and jump in the car.

"HI, NO TIME TO EXPLAIN GOOOOOO!"

"Ooah, slow down mister. Where too? WHAT ARE YOU GOING IN MY CAR?!" I hear the driver panic.

"Shut up and drive!!". I attach my seat belt and look the mirror. Wait seat belts? I am getting chased and almost lost my head 2 minutes ago. Oh hell, guess old habits die hard.