A/N: What it could have been...

So by this point I'm pretty sure anyone who has taken the time to look into what the everloving fuck Miraculous Ladybug is knows that originally the guy that was supposed to be Cat Noir was actually some scrub named Félix, not Adrien. For whatever reason, that I'm not really going to take the time to find, the creator - whoever he is- decided to change it to Adrien.

This was all I could think of when I saw the name Félix...

Marinette was taking her dear sweet time to stop following Félix like a complete creepy stalker. She couldn't really help it, I men Félix was a complete boat of dreams if you know what I mean.

No you don't?

Well shite.

Anyways, Marinette eventually followed him into a strange room full of...recording equipment? Yeah recording equipment. There were microphones, computers, and fancy shiny technology EVERYWHERE! There were also a lot of pictures of pugs and...phallic objects...around but that didn't really matter too much to Marinette. What mattered was staring at Félix's butt...I MEAN FIGURING OUT WHAT HE WAS DOING!

Also finding out why all this shite was in this room. Was fancy, Kyoya Ootori-like rich boy some secret p0rnstar or something?

Highly unlikely since Félix was...what...15? That was HIGHLY illegal.

Then again breaking in and entering his house was also a crime bu who really needed to know that.

Hehehe...

She was going to jail if anyone found out wasn't she?

Nah she'd just turn into Ladybug or some shit before anything happened.

Yeah that was a good idea. No one would suspect a thing if she did that. She could say Cat Noir told her to watch this miraculously handsome man and everthing would be alright.

Except for the fact Félix was Cat Noir.

So Marinette waited for Félix to come out of the bathroom, to continue her quest to ultimate stalkerdom!

...

Seriously how long does it take for this boy to piss? Honestly he should have been done a while agoooo...

Oh. I see.

Félix eventually did come out of the bathroom, looking oddly satisfied with himself. Marinette didn't really know why he looked so happy...and she still didn't know why he had dicks all over his room. Oh and the recording equipment. Don't forget that.

Félix sat down in the leather chair in front of the desk full of the equipment. He messed up his hair and carefully placed a pair of headphones on. He eventually played around with some things on the computer, then clapped for some reason.

Marinette wondered what he was doing. This was definitely not something she thought Félix would do.

In her thoughts she almost missed Félix click on the small red record button and began speaking.

"How's it going bros. My name is Peewdiepie!" Félix said, doing some weird 'sparkle hands' motions.

It only then occured to Marinette that she'd never really heard him talk...ever. Hearing his voice brought two things to her attention. One, his voice was very, very manly, and two he sounded Swedish.

Oh and he sounded like Cat Noir a bit...but not too much.

She continued to listen to whatever Félix was recording, very faintly getting something about flowers, Valentines, and some guys name Cry and Ken. She couldn't really hear what was going on between pauses but whatever was happening was making Félix die of laughter. Marinette wished she could make Félix die of laughter.

Soon enough she heard him ask the one named Cry if he would be his Valentine, followed by a pause.

"WHAT?!" both she and Félix yelled at the same time.

Félix turned around and saw Marinette crouched by his door with an absolutely terrified look on her face. He stared at her for a couple of moments, before turning back to his computer.

"Hey Cry can we try recording this again later. I have some things to take care of first." Félix said.

He didn't bother waiting for an answer and pulled the headphones off his head. Walking over to Marinette with an unamused look on his face, gave Marinette the time to up.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to follow me home More importantly why the fuck did you break into my house?" he asked.

"I...uh...I'm sorry." Marinette stuttered.

"Well now you know the secret. I'm actually a 20 year old Swedish man..." Pewds said. "Get out of here, barrel."

And that's how no one ever saw Marinette Dupain-Cheng ever again.