There's a girl sitting next to you and a man in the driver's seat. No one's said anything the entire ride. It's making you really uncomfortable. Should I say something?...I'm gonna say something. "Sooooooo, how was your day?" you say. How was your day? Could you be any more cliché? No one says anything. "I have amnesia and don't remember any of you."
"Must you persist in your inane thoughts." the girl says.
"My thoughts are intelligent, thank you very much." They both stare at you.
"I guess they really do have amnesia. They're usually a dimwit." the man says.
"How did amnesia turn this idiot into a functioning member of society?" the girl asks. The car returns to the pervasive silence. The man tells you to get out and come back to the spot in four hours. It's a dojo. You walk in and everyone assaults you with questions. You tell them you have amnesia and some of them don't believe you. You go through your fighting stances and find out you were a brown belt. The teacher says, "Good to see your amnesia hasn't affected your muscle memory." I guess I'm still at that level. One less thing to worry about. The class gets out and you still have about two hours left. You walk by a costume store and pause. Why not get started on my 'miraculous' outfit? You walk in.
It's not just a store for costumes. There are comics, manga, anime, books, movies, and candy. Is that a plushy?!? You're in heaven right now. You find the first part of your costume there. Those boots are beautiful. They're brown with two purple diamonds surrounded by pink and orange outlines. It has flaps of purple fabric on the top. You test the soles and find they have a strong grip. You look at the price tag. That...makes sense. It's expensive. You grab it anyway along with a face mask that covers your neck and another one that covers most of the top half of your face.
You look for a credit card in all of your pockets. You find a gift card for the store you're in along with it. You walk to the register and use the gift card. It covers everything. How much is on this?!? You walk out of the store with your newly purchased items and into the next one. You buy jeans that stretch like jeggings and a reversible coat. You have to walk a few blocks down to get a logo printed on the back. It's the image of a helping hand. You return to the spot with ten minutes to kill.
When the man comes to pick you up, he asks, "What's all this trash?"
"You left me alone for five hours. What did you expect?" you reply. You get in the seat behind him. He stays silent as he drives you to a building. You head inside. This must be my house. You head inside a room that looks like it could be yours and find a computer. When you power it on, there's a guitar tutorial on. That's when you notice the guitar. You look through the dresser and find black fingerless gloves and a purple hoodie. My super hero costume is complete.
You open up your window and hop out. That's a two story drop! Shit! You roll and miraculously don't get injured. You start practicing parkour. You fall multiple times. Eventually, you get less worse. You go to bed bruised but happy.
"Wake up." a female voice says. You want to sleep, but drag yourself out of bed. You stuff your hero outfit into your satchel and get your clothes. You find the shower after much searching and brush your teeth with a toothbrush you think is yours. After your much need shower, you walk into the kitchen. There's the faint smell of breakfast, but none actually there. You pull out a box of cereal and start eating it straight from the box.
There's a piece of paper on the top of the fridge. You grab it and look. It's your schedule. Friday is circled. Room B032- Pruitt, Alain- 8:45 AM. Wait...isn't it 8:30?
You decide to walk calmly to school. There's really no point in rushing now.
When you arrive, no one is there. You walk up the steps and into the building. You see Marc and approach him. "Hey. Did I miss Mr. Pruitt's class entirely?" you ask.
"Y-yeah. You did." he replies. "We have a free period now." Fml.
"Thanks." You sit down next to him and sketch out Mayura. She may be on the wrong side, but she does it for love and her character design is so good!
"Is that an OC?" Marc asks after a while.
"Yes!" you say nervously. "My OC don't steal!"
"You've seen that meme?" he asks. That's a meme here? What else is? Marc looks like he regrets ever life choice that led him here.
"Marc, I am that meme." you say. He looks relieved. His face is so expressive. "If a car is a horseless carriage, is a motorcycle a horseless horse?"
"Did Fabio get into the drugs again?!?" he adds. Marc laughs and it's a nice sound. You want to make him laugh more. So you try to guess more memes.
"Pizza is BAE! I won't let you take it from me!"
"Are you sure about that?"
"Oh how the turns have tabled."
"That moment when you find the perfect avocado in the supermarket."
"It ain't much, but it's honest work."
You keep at it until the bell rings.
YOU ARE READING
Fortuitous (A Miraculous Gender Neutral Reader Insert)
FanfictionMiraculous Ladybug Gender Neutral Reader Insert You wake up in school. It's not your school. It's Collège Françoise Dupont. What will you do now? Watch as you fuck shit up and try to get back home. "Is that an akuma?!" SMACK! "Not anymore."