Whitewashed Dreams (A Chat blanc Story)

❦Can't hide so I am blending in❦

For how long will he entertain this charade? When will he grow bored of you and make you join the piles of corpses at his back? Well, whatever. He's charming, reminds you of someone you knew, of a life you left behind....

And you are already dead anyways, why does it matter? And you are here, admiring this being of pure, dark evil. Mesmerized and enamoured by such act, which only you remain to witness. The red lights shower his white suite and bring out the glow of his eyes. He's on the stage, and you are his audience. For how long? You don't know.

You don't question many thing anymore and find that moving with the flow of whatever sea you find yourself now, is disturbingly easy. Even more if he's the one controlling it. He keeps singing, and you are reminded of the smell of pastries and hot chocolate. The occasional scent of tobbaco and cheap perfume... You have been here before...

In another life...

In another time...

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Been a couple of days since... Well since everything to be frankly honest.

I haven't risen up from bed, haven't slept at all, I just stare in the dark at the ceiling. Pretty. Better than the old place or even Jay's hideout.

I need to work with Hawkmoth, my own dad who made me destroy my Earth, to help fight this threat to this MJ who killed my cousin in front of me and yet recruited me to his band. Do I want to do this? Of course not. Do I have a choice? Of course not

"Time to wake up kitty" says Mari? Ladyblanche? As she opens the curtains. The Parisian sun blinds me, guess my sightseeing the ceiling has come to a close. Ah I really wished we had planned to go attack in the day, but guess we have to stay hidden...

Wait hold up it's night... What the...
I jolt up from bed and get to the window, without giving much attention to this Mari's advances. What is she even wearing is that a- NO focus Adrien, look outside. It isn't the sun, the light seems to come from what looks like a super bright being or something. What in Marseille is that?

"Hawkmoth's distraction to Ladybug and Chat Noir, that is our cue we strike now get ready" Says LB leaving the room.

Well guess it is time indeed.  First time I am transforming since... Well since I de-transformed. To say I am terrified would be an understatement, but my hands are tied behind my back, I do not have much of a choice. I pray for the best.

Well there is no time as the present

"PLAGG CLAWS OUT!"

A couple of odd  set of movements and special effects later...

Back to good old Chat Blanc. Too soon but it is necessary. Adrien can't really offer much help in this situation. Well I did do fencing for a while, I suppose I am not completely useless as myself. I close my eyes and inhale.

Just to be sure

"Destranform! Plagg claws in!" I open my eyes, and I see my normal revered hands.

And just like that I am back to Adrian.

"Plagg claws out!"
"Plagg claws in!"
"Plagg claws out!"
"Plagg claws in!"
"Plagg claws out!"
"Plagg claws in!"
"Plagg claws out!"
"Plagg claws in!"

"KID JUST BE DONE WITH IT" Screams a tired Plagg. Yeah perhaps I wouldn't wear him out just before the operation like this. Now that I think about, I still can't take out my ring off my finger. At the very least I can transform and destrafrom

A transformed LB leans on the doorframe and holds a croissant in her hand. "You ready?" Says LB as she tosses the croissant at my direction. I catch it with my mouth. Cat reflexes checked.