Lights out

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*Marinette|Ladybug*

After our attack on Lila in the lobby that surprisingly nobody noticed

*Narrator*

Because plot.

I went up to my bedroom where Alya was already sitting on the bed cross-legged, editing her new post for the Ladyblog even though the villain wasn't akumatized and according to Luna Snow and Spider-Man that guy was the owner of a company that rivaled Stark industries. But then, in their words, what company didn't hate Stark Industries.

I sighed flopping down on my bed.

"What's the matter with you girl?" Alya asked me looking up from her phone.

"Nothing, it's just that..." I sighed looking at the ceiling light. "It's just that this trip is not what I thought it was going to be." I replied.

"What do you mean, like I know that we have gotten attacked by an akuma almost everyday or a messed up CEO but hey, look on the bright side, you got a whole lot of internship opportunities!" Alya said trying to comfort me.

I grimaced.

"Yeah, but I just feel like a part of me is missing. Like I left something behind in Paris." I said squinting my eyes as the light had blinded me.

"The bakery?" Alya suggested.

"No. Well maybe, eh. I don't know, but I feel like nothing is going right." I said pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Maybe a good nights rest will help you figure it out." Alya said before plugging her phone in to charge.

"Maybe you're right." I said as Alya turned over to go to sleep.

*Note*

She was already wearing her pajamas

I sighed and grabbed my pajamas quickly changing into them and making sure that Alya didn't wake up as I was too tired to go to the bathroom in order to change.

I lay down in bed and let my eyes close slowly drifting asleep.

I woke up suddenly at 2:00 when I heard fighting going on down below. I glanced over at Alya who didn't seem to hear the noises (not that I was surprised as she is half deaf, obviously we know because she doesn't seem to hear us when she runs to an akuma) so I quietly slipped out of bed. I slipped my feet into my shoes and quietly opened the door making sure that it didn't creak.

Following the noise I quickly found myself in the breakfast room which was deserted except for 2 people.

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