Howdy guys~

So I've read the first 14 pages of Adrinette/Ladynoir fics in the last couple of days and decided to join in. I'll probably end up reading more between breaks of writing this.

I got reminded of that MLP song that got remixed really well and became really popular and it somehow spurred this in my head, so I sat and planned it out and ended up with this.

I don't have any writer friends so I haven't been able to get this proof read so it may end up changing a bit, but who knows. If it does change I'll add it in a note.

Hope you enjoy :3

Hawk Moth could feel himself burning with rage. Another akuma, another failure. How many times was he going to relive this scene? Watching from above as victim after victim failed to capture the Miraculouses he so desperately desired.

Puppeteer was the last straw. She'd had so much potential. She already knew what needed to be done, she had all the tools right in front of her. She already had Chat Noir under her control and didn't take his ring while she had the chance!

The rage pooled inside him, a burning fire pulsing in his veins. He could hear the voice again, that voice he'd worked so hard to supress.

'Use me properly. You wouldn't fail like they would. Stop leaving others to do your dirty work. You want her back, don't you?'

A growl echoed in the back of his throat. Years he's spent supressing that voice, learning to subdue it so as he was the one in control. Did he really have to start hearing it again now?

But would it be such a bad thing? Maybe it was right. He'd seen one too many failures. One too many imbeciles who can't get the job done. But he was powerful, he had a kwami just like those insolent brats who took themselves for "heroes". Perhaps if he took the chance, he could finally succeed…

Bright purple light flooded the room, covering everything in a faint lilac hue. Hawk Moth could feel the muscles on his face slacken, finally able to move properly now that the restrictive mask was gone from his face. When he opened his eyes a familiar butterfly floated before him carrying the bowtie that had allowed him to create akuma's for so long.

"Hello Klipp."

Klipp smirked at him. His eyes were fierce and steeped with venom. He'd heard his thoughts, knew he was finally ready to embrace his powers.

Before he could think any further, she flew at him. Another flash of light forced his eyes shut. They slowly opened as he looked at his hands and realised he no longer had control of his body. Dropped at his feet was the bow tie tethered to Klipp.

'How are you doing this? What about your bow tie?' The voice wasn't heard aloud. He couldn't utter a sound, only express himself in his own head.

'I can't very well take control with a tool meant to let you control me now, can I? I've waited so long to have a human vessel again. Thank you for finally succumbing, Hawky.'

Malevolent cackling blurred out his thoughts, mocking him within his own head was a feat he'd never thought possible. Was this how his victims have felt? This wasn't meant to happen. He should be in control. He should finally have the power he needs!

It slowly dawned on him how wrong he'd been. He'd been the puppet all along. His body, his mind, it was all out-with his control.

'Stop this!' begging, pleading within the small corner of his own mind that he was being held in, he tried to make it stop.

But it was too late.

He'd never fought himself. He'd always watched from behind a glass window, letting others do the work. The irony choked a strangled sob from his throat, twisting into broken laughter.

He was stuck behind glass again. Watching. Waiting.

And with that, Discord was born.