The Wolves in the Woods

Misery Made Me a Fiend, Pt. 2

I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.

— Mary Shelley

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Alya attempts to rally the class together to win back Marinette. It goes as well as anyone expects.

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Bustier Class Group Chat

Alya: Hey, everyone! Emergency meeting in the park! Pronto!

Rose: Huh?

Juleka: Why are you sending us this? We disbanded a month ago

Mylène: What Juleka said

Ivan: Don't even think about it

Max: Seconded

Alya: Everyone quit your whining and just get over here
Alya: I have a plan on how to get Marinette back
Alya: You all do want to get on her good side again, right?

Alya: Guys?

Alya: Hey, I'm still here
Alya: Helloooooo?
Alya: GUYS?!!!

Alya: Answer me. Now

Alya: This isn't funny. Answer me already

Juleka: Oh for—

Max: In case you aren't aware, we are technically still grounded from hangouts for the duration of our sentences. Which includes text message conversations that are heavily monitored by our parents. For everyone's safety and mine, I suggest you cease this attempt at getting our attention.

Alya: Why you
Alya: Fine
Alya: I guess I'll have to do this myself, then
Alya: Have fun sitting in your rooms while I get my bestie back

Mylène: She isn't giving up on this, is she

Ivan: Doesn't look like it

Juleka: Have fun without me. I'm with Luka today

Nathaniel: What in the world did I miss

Alya: Not you, traitors

Juleka: ???????

Nathaniel: Huh?

Alya: Don't think we don't know what you did
Alya: You turned your backs on us when we needed you the most
Alya: And now we're stuck dealing with old geezers who can't see fun when it slaps them in the face
Alya: And as class president, I am forbidding you from joining us in getting Marinette back

Juleka: Fine by me

Nathaniel: I have to pick up Marc from the airport anyway

Juleka: Have fun

Alya: Good riddance
Alya: Now, everyone else get here. Now

Ivan: Alright! We're going!

Mylène: We're going to regret this, aren't we

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To say Mylène was nursing a monster of a headache was like saying the Eiffel Tower was once again collapsing thanks to an akuma attack. Fancy metaphor aside, her head felt like someone was pounding with a hammer inside it. She really didn't want to go there. Not when she still had hours of community service to do before she could continue with her life. And especially not when her father had sat her down and explained why what she did was wrong. Seeing him so disappointed in her was a feeling she did not want to replicate again. Doubly so when she, and most everyone in the group, had pinpointed Alya as the ringleader in driving out Marinette.