Project: Scrapbook

Project: Scrapbook - Antibug (P. 2)

Comic By: texmexchexmix & rionydal & artgraveyard

Written By: kasumiafkgod & the-noble-idiot

Beta'd By: miraculousandcute

Summary: N/A

Words: 586

"I will do as you wish, Hawkmoth," said Antibug, legs tensing to leap from the railing onto the pergola above the hotel's entrance. She straightened with a flourish, smug satisfaction curling her lips into a smirk as her appearance stopped Ladybug dead in her tracks.

Blue eyes widened almost comically huge and Ladybug's mouth fell open in surprise. An unrestrained cackle burst forth from Antibug.

She would be as powerful as Ladybug—no, more powerful than Ladybug could ever hope to be. And there was little that the arrogant little bug could do to stop her now.

Antibug tried not to let her frustration show as Chat Noir dodged her yoyo for what felt like the twentieth time in half as many minutes, his languid form a black blur each time he moved. He fought back only to defend himself, never to attack despite the numerous false openings she offered. Either he was afraid of hurting her, or he knew her tricks.

She pursed her lips, recalling the yoyo back to her hand and watching. When all else failed, provoke and unsettle the enemy.

"Where did Ladybug go?" taunted Antibug, hands on her hips in a mock chiding gesture. "Running from me like the coward she is?"

"Oh, My Lady just had to take care of a house call and will attend to you shortly," Chat Noir sniped back, twirling the baton in his hands. "She's very busy, after all. I'm sure you understand."

"So you're waiting for her? Can't deal with me without her?" sneered Antibug, tossing her yoyo up and down in a show of casualness. "Or are you just too much of a scaredy cat to take me on yourself?"

"Neither. I'm pretty sure My Lady wouldn't want to miss out on the show, it would be ungentlemanly of me to start without her," said Chat with a wink.

He wasn't easily rattled. That was fine, it was just a matter of finding the right buttons.

"The show?" drawled Antibug. "If you mean giving her the chance to completely humiliate Chloe Bourgeois all over again, I suppose you might be right."

That sparked a reaction.

"Look, Chloe," said Chat, a strangely gentle tone overtaking his usual playful one, "Ladybug was angry, she didn't mean what she said. Well, not, completely, exactly, but.... Ladybug would never want to intentionally humiliate you just for fun! What she said to you was wrong, but—"

"So you're just going to defend her, of course," said Antibug, tossing her head. The whole time, she kept her right hand curled around her yoyo by her side, at the ready. "Of course no one cares about the girl whose feelings got trampled over because it's Ladybug. No one cares about the girl who just wanted her dumb efforts to be appreciated just for once! No one cares because no one believed her!"

A stricken look crossed Chat's face as if she'd just thrown ice cold water at him. "Chloe," he starts, one hand reaching out to her, "I—"

The instant his hand left his staff, she struck. Hand flicking lightning fast, the yoyo shot forward to wind expertly around the gleaming silver baton. Chat let out an indignant yelp as it was wrenched from his grasp, making a wild grab for it that ended with him falling flat on his face.

"Like taking candy from a baby," said Antibug in a sing-song voice, freeing the baton to toss it in the air and catch it in her hand. "Almost too easy."