At the sight of the Evillustrator, the whole courtyard went berserk. Left and right, people were running to whatever was big enough to hide them.
But that looked like it didn't interfere with any of his plans. He was going to find that McCormick kid, and he probably wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Hey you weirdo!" Chloé was banging on the door with both fists. "Take out that stupid lock or else I'll call my Daddy and you'll be sorry!"
"You should be sorry for what you've done to this school, Chloé! You were the one who helped my find my artistic muse!" He then began drawing on his tablet, and unleashed a humongous fan that blew her away from the door, sending her crashing into the wall.
Chloé looked down at her yellow jacket and looked like she was about to break. "Ugh! That was a designer jacket you just ruined!"
"But you're not who I'm really looking for, just a mere distraction. I'm looking for Kenny McCormick, your fellow classmate who started this mess."
On the other side of the courtyard, Marinette ran to the bathroom and slammed one of the doors shut. She prawed her purse open, and Tikki flew out.
"Kenny, getting Nathaniel mad enough for him to get akumatized again? But he's at the bakery. Something really strange is going on. It's time to transform!"
"Tikki, spots on!"
Behind one of the green staircases, Adrien opened one of his shirt pockets and Plagg flew out.
"Looks like the Evillustrator isn't done with his grand masterpiece yet. It's time to transform!"
"Plagg, claws out!"
Meanwhile... outside of Tom Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie
"Someone at that school has gone crazy, and he's pissed off at all of us!" Cartman was attempting to reach any number that he had, but with no success. Whoever had done this had a lot of spare time to plan it.
"What the hell are you talking about? If anything, he's pissed at Kenny for working with Marinette more than all wthisof us combined!" Kyle countered.
Kenny peered at the sky. "I have an idea."
Everyone stopped to look at him. "You're the one he's pissed off at! What the hell are you going to do?" Kyle angrily retorted.
"Dude, calm down. He probably has more of a plan than anyone else here." Stan countered.
"We're going back to the room, there's something that I brought that I thought I wouldn't need, but I guess I do now."
Le Hotel Grand Paris
Kenny opened his old black suitcase and threw off the top. Inside and on the top of the other clothing was a familiar sight from when they were just in fourth grade.
"We stopped playing superheroes, like, five years ago."
Kyle sighed. "Dude, you have to be fucking kidding. There's absolutely no way you can just walk in there wearing that and not have your ass handed to you." He was now sitting on a wooden chair next to the table.
Kenny, in the other side of the room, was attempting to wrestle on the purple suit that made up the majority of his superhero garb.
"Trust me, it's going to work. This guy might be batshit insane, but probably not school shooter levels."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Whatever floats your boat, dude."
Stan walked in with a pack of smoke bombs. "Cartman has the belt, he's still downstairs." he turned to the other boys. "So, what are you doing again?"
"Stan, what Kenny's doing is nothing but a suicide mission. Dude, this isn't fourth grade anymore. This is some serious, messed up shit-"
Cartman barged through the door, the brown utility belt barely hanging on his shoulder. "I just got through Butters. Turn on the TV."
Despite this, nobody moved in the room one bit, not even Kenny.
"Someone fucking turn it on, goddamnit!" He towards where the remote was, and swiped it. He then turned the TV on.
On the small flatscreen, two heroes who wore a similar garb to Kenny were fighting a man. One of them, a girl with a red costume with perpendicular black spots like a ladybug, was attempting to hit him with a yo-yo, albeit without success. The other hero, a boy in a black cat costume was behind her, holding a metal retracting pipe.
The boys all looked at each other. "Wait, are we still on the channel that had Terrance and Phillip on it?" Stan asked.
Kyle pressed on the menu button. "Nope. It's the news channel."
"Then why the hell is this on the news?"
Cartman sneered. "Guys, I don't think we can trust her. She's a ginge."
Kyle lashed out. "Dude, this is serious! All of our friends are locked in that building and now Kenny here wants to fucking play superheroes with the other two idiots!"
"Hold up. They're focusing the guy now." Stan pointed to a man who had matched the same description that Wendy has claimed on the phone. With purple skin and wild red hair, add on top a beret and a drawing tablet that could mysteriously summon anything at will. He was walking backwards as the two heroes were trying to get a hit out of him.
"Real villains can't just pussy around using an iPad to do everything for them! That's so fucking pathetic!" Cartman growled. "I can't believe you're actually scared of him, Kyle."
"Yeah, because I'm actually concerned about the well-being of my friends unlike you."
The Evillustrator turned towards where the cameras were, and let out a menacing smirk. "Well, you're friends are waiting on you, McCormick. I can keep them here all day if I must. I know you wouldn't want to see your poor Marinette in the hands of who you see as the villain."
Hearing 'your poor Marinette', Cartman let out a chuckle, but that was soon gone when Kyle shot him a glare.
Kenny sighed. "Guys, I've got this under control. If those two can beat him up with a yo-yo and a pipe, than this will be easy. My sister's school bully was Rocky Balboa compared than this."
He dragged down a black mask that left half of his face virtually covered, and cleared his throat. "All I'm concerned is that I'm going to be this kid's worst fucking nightmare, if I'm not already."
Courtyard, Collège Françoise Dupont
Ladybug threw her yo-yo at the Evillustrator, which was able to catch him and tie him up. However, it was to no use as he snapped himself out of its grasp.
"Hah! Do you really think you can stop me with that?"
Ladybug turned her head towards Chat Noir. "Chat Noir! What are we going to do? We just can't take him!"
The Evillustrator laughed. "I know all of your silly little tricks, and now that I'm back I'll erase whatever glory you had! There's nothing you can do!"
"Maybe we're going to have to go back to the drawing board on this one?" Chat yelled. He then looked down at the courtyard. "Good thing I have these cat reflexes."
Ladybug turned to him again. "Chat Noir! What are you doing?"
"This kitty cat's gonna jump from something that isn't a tree!" He leapt from the roof back onto the courtyard floor.
"What's that going to do to help us?"
"Just trust me on this!"
Without hesitation and the two of them looking, the Evillustrator swiped at his pen and began to sketch in his tablet. Suddenly, a box appeared around Chat Noir as his trusty baron fell away from his reach.
The crowd flinched in horror.
Chat looked up, now well aware of his surroundings, and began to bang at the box. "You have to be kitten me! Not again! Where's an eraser when you need it?"
The Evillustrator was not phased with his pleas, in fact, he was pleased. "Now that your partner in crime has been taken out, I'll be taking the pleasure with taking out Ladybug herself!"
Chat shrugged. "I guess I'm out of the picture for this one, m'lady."
Bebe turned to Wendy. "Did he seriously just call her that?"
Ladybug grunted. It was going to have to be a 1v1 now until Chat would realize that he could just use his fists to push himself out of the box like they had done only months ago, albeit, as Marinette and with a baton.
Then, out of nowhere, a smoke bomb erupted, letting out waves of mauve smoke onto the rooftop. Ladybug coughed.
"This better not be one of your stupid tricks, Evillustrator!"
"Trick? What are you talking about-" He turned to the epicenter of smoke, which suddenly punched him and threw him onto the floor.
The Evillustrator attempted to sit up, but was thrown down yet again, with an even stronger force, still clutching his tablet.
In shock, Ladybug froze. "W-who are you?"
The smoke began to vanish, and a figure was becoming easier to distinguish. He was wearing a cape, which flew behind his back as he stood above the Evillustrator. A question mark was on the top of his hood, connected to a spring that must've been well-secured.
The mysterious figure laughed at the man beneath him. "Today, you crossed paths with the wrong immortal freshman."