It started as an innocent game to pass the time when they were captured.
'What's the time, Mister Wolf?'
'Three o'clock.'
According to their captor, the pair had been there for nine weeks.
'What's the time, Mister Wolf?'
'One o'clock.'
As he slowly lost his attitude, his bravery, she found herself clinging on their daily question to keep her sane.
'What's the time, Mister Wolf?'
'Seven o'clock.'
But, their monotone voice no longer filled them with dread when a newspaper was tossed into their room, entitled:
Baker and Model - Ladybug and Chat Noir?
People had, apparently started the theories when the two disappeared and couldn't be found, at the exact same time as Paris's superheros vanished.
'What's the time, Mister Wolf?'
'Ten o'clock.'
Up until the moment when the papers stopped, when the hope for their lives were lost, she thought that it was nice.
Nice that it gave them newspapers.
Nice that it cared enough to feed them.
Nice enough.
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It was so glad that it had gotten rid of them.
They were good in the beginning, but pesky little creatures towards the end.
It had everything it needed for the experiment; they were no longer necessary.
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'What's the time Mister Wolf?'
'Dinner time.'
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And So She Wonders
Fanfiction'The oceans are fading, the sky is red, the stars are disappearing and we are dying. Where are our heros now?' Random Miraculous Ladybug one-shots and poems that have probably nothing to do with the aforementioned fandom. ( Or any at that.)
