Miracle Box - an MLB rewrite

Book 2 - A Glimpse of the Fox

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Warning y'all I didn't like this chapter. It feels really flat and forced but it's dedicated to Alya and it is very plot important.

"They won't sleep!" Alya groaned, on the absolute brink of insanity.

"I knew we shouldn't have given them caffeine earlier!" Marienette proclaimed.

"That was hours ago! They can't possibly still be hyper!"

"I don't know, they're YOUR sisters!"

"Ugh!" Alya groaned again. She turned around sharply, marching toward her little sisters with a slight gimp due to the prosthetic leg she now had. "Time for bed you little monsters!"

The twin girls giggled at Alya's ridiculous pursuit and began running circles around her, cackling like little witches. Alya made several sounds of anguished frustration, trying to settle them down. She couldn't move fast enough to keep either still, and nothing Marinette was doing was helping either.

"We're the sapotis! We don't go to bed!"

"You brats! It's bed time!"

"It's not fair!" one of the girls complained while the other still laughed, "we don't wanna go to bed! We wanna stay up like you!"

"If you go to bed late you'll turn into zombies tomorrow and we won't be able to go to the amusement park!"

"NOOOOOOOO!" both girls screamed.

"Exactly." Alya nodded proudly. "So what'll it be? Boring, staying up late, sitting in pajamas with the big kids? Or super fun amusement park tomorrow?!"

"Amusement park!" both girls screamed and suddenly sprinted to their bedroom.

Marinette was honestly surprised that Alya's manipulation worked. Carefully, both girls crept to the twins' bedroom and peaked inside. The girls were excitedly getting into bed, still giggling but shushing each other at the same time so they wouldn't get in trouble. Alya quietly shut the door and faced Marinette.

"I can't believe that worked," Marinette whispered, dumbfounded. "But what are the... sapotis?" The girls had been chanting that over and over, pretending to be these creatures and refusing to go to bed.

"They're these little monsters from a creole fable. They just pull pranks and do mischief," Alya said, heading back to the living room of the apartment. Marinette followed her into the kitchen as she explained. The two were having a sleepover at the cost of babysitting the little girls. Alya poured them two glasses of chocolate milk and set them on the counter, preparing to get cookies before they'd watch a movie together.

"That's actually cute," Marinette said, helping Alya set up a platter.

"Yeah, but it's really obnoxious when the girls play pretend like that. They think they can get away with anything if they blame it on the sabotis."

"Uh.... Alya?"

"Yeah?"

"The chocolate milk–" Marinette pointed to where the glasses had been set on the counter, now missing.

"Ugh!" Alya stormed back to the girls room as fast as she could on her dumb leg. Marinette heard the girls shout, "it's not us! It's the sabotis!" and then Alya, "enough! Just go to bed!"

"Sorry," Alya groaned when she came back. She got two new glasses and poured chocolate milk in them, this time keeping them close to herself so she could guard them. "They're little monsters."

"It's kind of cute."

"Kind of. Until you live with them."

"On a change of subject, I know you're really into superheroes..." Marinette said and watched Alya's eyes light up. Marinette was about to ask if she'd heard of this new Roosterbold guy but Alya beat her to it.