~ Dimensions ~ (Completed) ✅

Doubts

Sentences in italics - the characters thoughts or your thoughts

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You jump over the bright city, running across the roofs of buildings and apartments. You furrow your eyebrows, trying to locate the akuma that had successfully vanished Paris' most famous monument. Suddenly, you see a black figure zoom past you, causing you to stop in your tracks. Your eyes follow the figure and you realise it was Chat, heading to his house. Your lips thin together, worry crossing your mind as you quickly run after Chat, the wind viscuously blowing your hair behind you.

"Chat wait!" You scream out but Chat doesn't stop. You groan and speed up, taking out your nunchucks that has morphed into your whip. Aiming at your target, you swing the whip, the tail latching onto Chats waist.

"Meow!" Chat falls on his behind in pain looking back to stare at your in shock. You quickly run to his side, helping him up before putting the nunchucks away after it morphed back. Chat was about to run off once again, you latch onto his arm.

"Chat! What's wrong!" You see worry and fear flicking in his eyes.

"My- I mean, Adrien Agreste's father was akumitised. We need to go. Now!" Shock fills you but disappears quickly as you follow Chat. Your mind races, wondering how in the world Gabriel was able to akumitise himself. What of Nooru?? Are they harmed after this transformation!? You shake your head, needing a clear mind. You glance at Chat, knowing that Adrien is worried about his father, but does that now make him doubt that his father is Hawkmoth? Now that he is akumatised? You let out a sigh, the building coming in sight. You and Chat jump through an open window in his bedroom, already hearing the clashes of weapons and objects on the other side of the bedroom. You both race towards the fight, seeing Ladybug in desperate need of help. She was dodging a book that Gabriel kept throwing at her. You watch as she flips over the book, the book touching a vase and it being sucked into the book, leaving the exact same detailed vase drawn in the book.

"That's how he took the Eiffel Tower!" You murmur as Chat grimaces, watching his father fight his partner before dashing off and helping her.

"(Y/n). Let's be famous together." You were about to run to help the two heroes when a familiar voice rings through your head. You look around and don't see anyone else, wondering where the voice came from. "Remember. Both of us becoming artists and leaving our old life behind." Your face falls immediately, recognising the voice. You swiftly turn your head left and right, looking for the man that owned that voice. Your head starts to throb in pain as he talks again. "You promised we could start a new life. You left me behind!" He shouts and you grip your head, grinding your teeth together against the pain. You suddenly see a figure zoom past you and you straighten up, determined and follow the the figure. You look to see that Chat, Ladybug nor The Collector saw the figure run past the door leading to God knows where. Pursing your lips, you chase the figure down the halls. You realise you enter deeper into the house, opening doors and running down halls as the walls you have lived in for some time start to seem unfamiliar. You follow the figure once more, barging open a door to find your self standing in the door way of an inky black room. You couldn't see anything, not even your arm as you lifted it through the doorway and into the room, looking for a light switch. Your whole body suddenly lurches forward, something pushing against your back as you tumble into the dark room, the door slamming shut.

"No, no, no!" You turn around and slam the door with your fists, trying to turn the knob open but fail as it stays stiff. You start to panic, your mind playing tricks on you with random sounds emanating from from the darkness. You breath becomes quick and haggard, shorttening every second as you start to hyper ventilate. You can't see yourself and it feels as if you can't feel the floor or your body, just endlessly hovering. You had always feared the dark, the unknown and now this person who was supposed to be gone along with your past was using it against you. You crouch down, slamming your eyes closed and holding your legs, trying to trick your mind that the darkness is just from your eyes being closed and not actually suffocating you.