A/N Chameleon was amazing and I can't wait for more of season 3! I was really excited to see what would happen if Marinette got akumatized, but we all know that they love to tease us. Thomas Astruc is infamous for teasing us. With all those almost reveals and more I'm kind of done. This might be a trigger warning, suicide in detail. Don't ever let this happen to you and always remember that SOMEONE loves you. Enjoy the story!
Christmas had always been a joyful time. A time for celebration and cheer. It used to be that way for him, but not since his mother had died. Or at least that is what he believed had happened to her.
Emilie Agreste had gone missing a few years ago, yet it still felt so surreal to him. He could swear he'd hear her voice. He would forget sometimes, and it would be wonderful. But then he would remember, and his world would come crashing down again.
He hated this time of year. He never got to forget about her. Adrien always remembered that she was gone because Christmas was when she left. It was times like this when he didn't want to be here. He cried softly.
The model didn't have any family anymore. His mother was gone, and Gabriel was hardly family. He treated Adrien so coldly, and it was hard to live with. He didn't have any privileges no matter how 'perfect' he was.
He was never enough and was constantly reminded of it. Nobody loved him. Not Ladybug, and certainly not his father. The only person who truly cared for him was dead. He was ready to join her.
The boy searched frantically for something that could end this. He wanted to get this over with before he changed his mind. Adrien didn't want to keep lying to himself everyday and trick himself into thinking he was fine.
He was not fine. This was not fine. No matter what he did nothing was ever okay. The blonde was ready for a way out and this was it. He was not worthy of being Chat Noir. What kind of superhero has the power of destruction?
He yelled in frustration. Why weren't there any goddamn weapons? He just wanted to end this. Tears rolled down his face even more furiously than before. Wait. He had the power of destruction. "Plagg, Claws out!"
It was an evil thought, but he always had wondered what cataclysm would do to a person. Now he would finally know. "CATACLYSM!" This entire time he could hear Plagg trying to reason with him.
He didn't want to hear it. His kwami begged him to stop but it wasn't going to happen. Finally, his hand touched his suit. His already dark suit turned darker as he turned to nothing but ash. He was nothing but dust anymore.
Adrien could feel his power slowly eating away every piece of his skin. He promised himself it would be worth it. He would be with mother. Suddenly there was nothing left except his completely inconsolable kwami.
A/N Wow. That was deep. Sorry for all of the angst! I hope you guys survived the depression I probably caused you. I hope you (enjoyed?) this fanfiction despite the dark theme. Have a good day/night! Bug out!
