- None of the stories with the characters watching their shows really matchup to my expectations so here's my own -
Marinette's POV -
"Dang it! Late again how on earth am I gonna get out of detention this time" I'm talking to myself again. Great.
"Don't worry about it Marinette," tikki squeaks from my purse, "Just say you had to help stock the shelves in the bakery when you see miss Bustier!" As innocent as tikki is, she is a mastermind with excuses.
"Thanks tikki" I say before shoving a few macarons in there for her in class.
I walk up to Alya with a hug, "Girl, how are you so lucky? Miss Bustier is fifteen minutes late! It's so unlike her" She is right I would already be in detention by now, "Cute outfit by the way Mari, very Chat Noir" I look down. Oh my god I'm wearing my pale green blouse with black leggings. I broke the dress code I am so dead.
"She's right Marinette, you look lovely" Adrien's voice snaps me back to reality, "and I love the space buns." That smile, I could stare at it forever.
"Thanks Adrien. I'm happy the son of my idol thinks so highly of my style-"
"Hello class." A voice no one recognises hisses, we look up at miss Bustier's desk to see a hooded figure. The person adjusts their hood so we can see their lips. It seems to be a girl by the pitch of her voice and the shape of their lips.
"Awe man, A SUB!" Kim yells.
"QUIET!" The woman snaps, "I assure you I am no sub. Your teacher is simply late but you don't need to worry about that." She snaps her fingers in some pattern and mumbled some wierd encantation. The room is going dark, literally. Waves of black simply coated the walls and we all blacked out.