Okay, so this is a weird story. I know it's terrible, and this time it isn't even because of my writing :p I'm going to just start out with a massive trigger warning because I feel like this one could be really upsetting and I don't want to hurt anyone. This story got out of hand, but I just needed to get something written because I was having some MASSIVE writer's block. So... yeah... take this story with, like, an Eiffle-tower-sized grain of salt and please don't send me nasty messages. I know this is aweful and I wouldnt wish what happens in this story on anyone, not even 'ol clumsinette. You've been warned, so read if you want.


Ladybug's POV:

"Oh Bugaboo, where are you?"

I cover my mouth, trying my hardest to stifle my sharp breathes so I can stay as quiet as possible.

"Where are you hiding, my lady?"

Even though I'm cloaked in shadows, I don't trust anything. I'm scared it's not enough. I press myself up against the pillar I'm hiding behind, wishing I could melt into it.

"Princess, I know you're here somewhere."

Staring upwards in hopes that it will further quiet my heavy breathing that I cannot get under control, I try my hardest not to cry. He knows who I am. It's as if nothing about me is hidden from him.

"Come on, don't you want to say hi to your Chaton?"

The words nearly elicit a cry of pain from me, but I manage to hold back, instead sliding down till I'm sitting. At this point, all I can do is desperately try not to cry as I wonder when he will leave the area. When it will be safe to keep moving.

It's like a sick game of cat and mouse, with the stakes pushed to the extremes.

Once he moves on, I can keep moving. If I can just get out of this mansion, I can gather my bearings. Figure out a real plan. Get backup from Master Fu. Till then, I'm trapped, waiting till I can move on to my next hiding spot, and so on and so forth till I have an escape.

But right now I have to simply sit. Sit and wait and pray.

"I know you're here."

It's just a scare tactic. So why is my heart pounding in my chest?

"I can smell your fear."

Is that even a thing cats can do?

"Or perhaps you're not."

I fight the urge to breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, I continue to wait, straining my ears.

Please leave. Please leave. Please leave.

More footsteps echo through the room as he paces about.

Please leave. Please leave. Please leave.

"My lady, you wound me!"

Please leave. Please leave. Please. Leave!

"Dammit, where'd she go?"

There are more footsteps, and the sound of a creaking door.

"Guess she really did get out. Interesting." The door creaks again, and I hear him announce cheekily, "Oh Laaaadybug, where are you?"

The door creaks shut, and after a few more minutes, I breathe a large sigh of relief. Still, it takes me a few moments to stand. Despite the fact that he's moved on, I'm still wary to move too quickly. I don't want to give away where I am on the off chance that he's near enough to hear it.

This whole situation is horrific. I came in here trying to find out if Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth.

Trying to find out if he was the one who murdered my best friend.

The one I would take revenge on.

Instead, I found someone who was the spitting image of Chat. And yet, it was all wrong. The colors were the most obvious change. My kitty's beautiful green eyes were a purple, his black suddenly a stark white, the color of sterile, hospital hallways. Still, his demeanor had shifted. He was still cheeky, but it had taken a malicious turn.

A terrifying turn.

Because now I'd found myself on the run from some imposter. This person - this Chat Blanc, as I'd taken to mentally addressing him - was not my kitty. My kitty was dead.

Dead and gone, and now someone had the nerve to tarnish his memory.

As I move to the center of the room, glancing in the direction Blanc has gone and then to the other, I try to clear my mind. Try to think. I have to try and remember, from the few times I've been here, where the way out might be. But I'm a mess, trying so hard to stay focused but still panicking all the same.

What if he comes back?

Shaking my head to clear it, I hurry as quietly as I can over to the door I assume Blanc didn't go through, deciding it best to double back. But I hesitate to grab the handle, suddenly doubting my decision. If I go this way, will I have a clue as to where he is? I won't know how to monitor his location. If, however, I follow him, and I'm careful about it, I can stay one step ahead of him by staying one step behind. Surely he wouldn't check behind him, right? In which case, he will most likely scope out the nearest exit, assuming I'll be nearby.

He could be my ticket out of here.

Still, that feels too risky. If I'm not careful, being close enough to do that could result in him catching me. No, it's best to put as much distance between the two of us as possible.

Grabbing the handle, I quickly lose my grip and jump at the hand that touches my shoulder. "Found you, Bugaboo. I told you that I knew you were here, didn't I?"

I shriek, spinning around to come face to face with my captor. He shoves me against the door, pinning my hands above my head with one of his.

"My dear, sweet lady," He coos, purple eyes glinting with mischievous malice, "I've been looking for you."

He's practically purring.

"You don't get to call me that," I hiss, thrashing under his grip, but he just retaliates by continuing to push me up against the wall so I have an even further restricted movement range.

"I never was allowed to call you that, was I?" He trails a finger along my jaw, pressing his face up against mine.

Futilely, I try to pull away, desperately trying not to cry. "Only Chat got to call me his lady. He's dead!"

"Dead?" There's a dangerous, almost incredulous, edge to Blanc's tone now. "Oh sweetheart, far from it. I'm right here."

"I watched him die!"

His teeth graze my cheek. "No. You didn't. You didn't even bother to look, to find out if I was. Actually dead. You left me. For a while, I was practically as good as dead. But now, I'm more powerful than ever. Don't you think?"

I turn my head just enough to meet his eyes, and manage to spit in his face. "F you!"

He pulls back, eyes narrowing and smirk widening into a sickening grin. "I always loved your fiesty spirit. Think I can have some fun before I kill you?"

I scream, again thrashing about, but he won't have it. He pries my yoyo from my hands, tossing it across the room before shoving me to the floor. I try to stand, to race for it, but he kicks me, pushing me back down.

"Stay down, Bugaboo."

Again, I try to stand, to slap him away so I can make a desperate break for my weapon, but he grabs my wrist, pressing me up against a nearby pillar instead.

"Fine, have it your way then!"

He presses a kiss against my cheek before licking the few tears still running down it. I shriek, trying to claw at the hands that have enraptured mine. He wraps one leg around the pillar, effectively keeping me in place. Then he begins to move his lips towards mine, not even waiting to use his tongue.

Please let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go.

He continues, his kisses beginning to descend down my neck.

Let me go let me go let me go let me go let me g-

He mercilessly rips my miraculous from my ears. I detransform with a cry, but he doesn't stop, and now I really am powerless to stop him.

All I can do is cry and try to block it out. Pretend I'm not here. Pretend this isn't me. I'm somewhere else. Sitting on the Eiffel Tower. Chat is there, sitting beside me. He is alive. We laugh. He holds my hand, I boop his nose. Things are normal.

Things are not normal.

Please, just let me die.

"Please-" My voice breaks, and Chat's hands freeze for a moment. I don't know what he's doing. I'm not here. I'm not here. I'm not here. "Please don't. Let me go."

"Never, my lady."

But Chat laughs on the tower, squeezing my hand and reminding me that I am sitting beside him, that I am not somewhere else. "I'd never hurt you, my lady."


Sorry. I know it's disgusting, so plz no nasty reviews, I gave a warning and I hope it was enough to caution you guys. Please let me know if the rating needs to change.