Miraculous Inc, the corporation that trains spies since Childhood is facing a threat. A rogue agent, Hawkmoth, is threatening to take down the entire empire that is the spy world of Miraculous.
To deal with this impending threat, The Guardian sent a...
Slaying the dragon was much harder than what Chat had proposed. In fact, we barely got through the door (wall?) with the pendant he had stolen.
It was a weird sight, all the Akumas were in zany outfits and many of them were just sitting back eating appetizers and drinking various coloured liquids from red solo cups.
Almost as if we had stepped into a college party without any of the dancing, or cute outfits. Just people eating and talking in their ridiculous onesies.
Not that Chat and I were any different, if anything, we fit in. I had thought that our outfits were a little too extravagant with the masks and all, but it seems ours was some of the least crazy costumes here.
Hawkmoth has an unusual taste in followers.
Chat and I lounged against the wall and looked over at all the people in the large room. There must have been dozens, so many people who were serving a psychopath that was hell-bent on ruining the world.
I have never gotten people.
My mouth opened to ask Chat a question when a large hush fell over the room. Falling into the hoard mentality, I stayed quiet and kneeled along with everyone else. No need to stand out.
Without so much as a warning, Hawkmoth walked out in front of all his loyal subjects and smiled a maniacal grin. "It is almost time," he tapped his staff on the ground when an uneasy murmur spread across the room. Everyone instantly quieted down and I gave Chat an uneasy look which he returned before nodding towards our enemy, who was continuing his speech. As discreetly as I could, I slid my hand into the pocket of the cat onesie and pushed a button on the portable recorder, seeing Chat do the same thing. The reason we use these ancient devices instead of phones was so that if we catch something very confidential there's no digital footprint of it existing as it would if we had filmed it on our phones. Plus, phones die quickly and make noises and light up- they're just not very good for undercover missions.
The recorder vibrated slightly in my hand, letting me know that it had turned on, so I tuned back into Hawkmoth's speech, "As I said before, make sure to be ready any moment- if all goes according to plans, then you will all be called into action sometime this week..." My breath caught when I heard what little time we had, I wasn't ready one bit, in fact, the team wasn't ready one bit- we had almost no information on Hawkmoth or his plans, and here he was ready to destroy the city and I was powerless to do anything about it.
It seems we were in more trouble than originally thought.
Queen Bee's POV
The meeting ended quickly and I let out an anxious sigh. What to do... What to do.
Hawkmoth had dirt on me, no use denying that.
And he had my ambitions and dreams in his hands, I also could not deny that. Freedom was something I craved and I was basically frothing at the mouth due to being enslaved from one agency to another's hands. It seems the saying that if it seems too good to be true, it probably is was more correct than I'd like to admit.
Hawkmoth had promised me fame, freedom, yet I had received none of this. He may promise me that all will be mine once we take Miraculous Inc, but I know that's probably too good to be true. After he used me for this mission, he'll probably kill me, and I'll die as a traitor.
Traitor. The word echoed in my ears and I gave an agitated sigh as I walked to my safehouse in my regular clothes, I had never thought that I'd become a traitor. But here I was.
Hawkmoth's plans ran through my head, the plans he had shared with me one on one, the ones I (will ashamedly admit) had helped perfect.
Maybe he wouldn't kill me. Two rogue agents are better than one, one is lonely with no one to watch your back, but two, two could rule the world. But then again, how much could you ever trust a fellow traitor to watch your back, if anything, once I was shot at, he'd be gone, leaving me in the dust.
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The keys clinked as I unlocked my safehouse door before locking myself safely in and setting the alarms.
I fell onto my white couch and hugged a fluffy yellow pillow to my chest, it seems I had a decision to make.
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Hello! AHhhhh the book is so close to the climax hold onto your hats!
Also, this chapter is dedicated to @RomanceAmist88 thanks so much for reading!!
In other news, guess who joined a gay club, which is just me and three other gays- we literally just get together and bitch and play gay scrabble and cards against humanity. I love it so much, thanks god for this.
