Get ready for me trying to write something scary.😂 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!🎃
Mari's POV
I tossed and turned in my bed for the hundredth time tonight. I couldn't rest for nothing because I heard annoying scratching noises in my room. We must have mice or something.
I sighed exasperatedly. "Tikki?"
Silence.
I grinned slightly. Sometimes she'd place "hide and seek" when I couldn't sleep, hoping that I'd eventually get tired because if searching for her for so long. She's a really good hider.
I laughed lightly and got out if bed. "Alright Tikki, where are you hiding?"
Later, I'd been looking for her for about 20 minutes but I still couldn't find her.
I yawned. "Come on, Tikki. I'm getting tired. You can come out now."
Silence.
Now I was starting to get a little confused. By now she should have come out.
"M...mar...in....ette," whispered a raspy, squeaky voice.
I spun around to see Tikki in the hands of someone. The person was squeezing her by the throat.
I couldn't see the figure's face, for they were hidden by the dark shadows of my room.
Fear struck my heart when I saw deep, bloody scratch marks all over my room. There was blood stains all over the walls, ceiling, and floor.
"What the freaking heck happened?!" My thoughts screamed.
I turned in the person's direction and yelled, "Who are you and-"
I stopped yelling when I heard creepy, hypnotic whispering noises flood the room. They called out to me, beckoning my mind to rest...
I then collapsed onto the bed and instantly fell asleep.
Later...
It felt like I blinked and woke up. I looked the window; it was still nighttime since it was still pitch black outside.
I shrugged and layed back down. But as soon as i did, I heard the whispering noises again, and they sounded like they were coming from under my bed....
Now in most stories, the girl looks under the bed, sees a monster, and screams and sometimes gets killed by the monster.
Not in this story.
I quickly snatched some earplugs off my nightstand (pretend she has one) and put them in my ears.
"Problem solved," I smirked to myself. (Even though there was blood all over the place and scratch marks everywhere, I for some reason was stupid enough to not run all the way to Timbuktu.)
Suddenly, there was weight added go my bed, making it sink in a little. I glanced to see...
Nothing. But...
There was blood.
Ok, time to run to Timbuktu.
I jumped outta bed and booked it toward the balcony so I could transform and run away. But as my feet touched the floor, I fell down due to my clumsiness.
"Hello princess," An echoy, raspy voice said softly.
I looked up to see Chat Noir...
But he was...
Dead.
Well, that's the only way I could describe him. There were scratch marks all over himself, with blood dripping off of them. He was covered in blood stains. His hair was unkept, oily, and looked like a rat's nest. His skin was a sickly, dead-like pale.
But the scariest thing was that one of his eyes were gone, and the other was a mellow, dead yellow, with it having a psychotic look.
"You'll finally be mine, my lady."
And that was the last memory I ever made...
Alive, anyways.
And poor Tikki...
She had to join me, too.
If only I didn't reject Adrien.
Then none of this would ever have happened.
I put a little twist in it... Mari rejected Adrien, who came back to get her as a dead Chat Noir. Why do you think Mari rejected Adrien? Why do tjink he died and came back as Chat Noir and not Adrien? Hmmmm....😏🤔
(Btw, there will be no part two to answer these questions. The story already ended, so there's no point in a part two anyways.)