Note: How Abbè died may be historically inaccurate. His personality may also be historically inaccurate.
"Abbè, please, don't leave me." cried the cat kwamii into his miraculous holder's shoulder.
"Now, now Plagg" the bleeding man said, his shoulder resting on a haystack.
Abbè Charles-Jean Bonvoust, a French priest, was given the role of Le Chat, the famous black cat known to protect Queen Marie Antionette alongside the also famous Coccinelle.
Unfortunately, they failed, but mostly because Marie was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Abbè, trying to escape the angry citizens of France, hid in the farm of Marie Harel in exchange for a secret recipe.
Now, some French soldiers found poor Marie's stowaway and shot at Abbè, leaving Harel alone, and though Abbè wouldn't last long, he managed to escape, and was currently in a secret section of the barn, with revolutionary soldiers running all over the place, trying in vain to find him.
Abbè chuckled darkly.
"I guess I deserve this fate, no? Not only did I fail, I ran like a coward" He turned to Plagg.
"Remember when we first met? I simply accepted my fate, thinking you were God. But I guess even gods need someone eh?" He said, trying to comfort the crying cat.
"Exactly you idiot, I need you." Plagg said, wiping his ongoing tears. "You're the best Chat yet"
"Bet you say that to all the Chats" Abbè joked.
"You're only the third one, and you are the best considering the last one wasn't right in the head and killed Coccinelle while the first one was evil and forced me into slavery." Plagg said, crying while smiling at the memory.
"And here I thought you only smiled at cheese" Abbè said weakly, knowing he would only have a few minutes left.
"Don't be angry, but in exchange for me staying here, I traded the recipe for that gooey cheese you like so much."
"I won't be mad if you stay alive" Plagg sobbed, beating his tiny paws onto the priest's chest.
As his breath faded away, Plagg heard a voice.
"Found him!"
It was a soldier.
As the one who called out reached the doorway, Plagg flew up to him and cried "Help him, please help him!"
The soldier let out a high pitched scream and ran out, his comrades running after him and asking what was wrong. Plagg sank to the floor, out of tears, and curled into a ball, so tiny it was almost unnoticeable, and was repeating the same words. 'Help him, please'.
Present Day
"Plagg, can't you eat something less expensive and gross." Adrien groaned for what seemed like the thousandth time.
"No can do kid" Plagg said while stroking the gooey cheese.
It reminds me of him.
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Miraculous One Shots
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