The Miraculous Adventures of Bug Man and Kitten Black: Episode 16


WARNING: BLOOD WILL BE SEEN IN ONE SCENE. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.


Previously on The Miraculous Adventures of Bug Man and Kitten Black...

Desiree had had a terrible weekend.

Her parents had argued the whole time they were at the hotel, and there was no movie on Saturday night with her father, who went back to work on Sunday evening. She was dropped off at school as usual, and arrived in her usual sourpuss mood.

She sat down at her desk, sulking. Lea Bourgeois came up to her.

"Good morning, Desiree!" she chirped. "How was your weekend?"

"It sucked, thanks for asking," scoffed Desiree. "Now go and play with your dolls."

Lea walked off, oblivious. Just then, Ms Bustier came in with two students.

"Good morning, class!" she said. "Now, before we begin, I'd love to introduce a new student to you."

"Hello!" said the girl, in an English accent. "I'm Megan Hammond, and I'm from England!"


"Hello, Megan!" squeaked Lea, rising to greet the new student. "What a pleasure it is to meet you!"

"Hey, Megan," smiled Emma hospitably.

"Welcome to the class!" said Rosa Lahiffe. "Do make yourself comfortable. Why don't you sit with Frankie?"

This did disappoint Emma somewhat, as she liked Frankie herself, and would have given up her camera to sit with him. Still, Megan was new, and she decided to let the minor injustice slide.

"Now, as part of today's History class," said Ms Bustier, "we'll be covering the Industrial Revolution. Megan, since you're from England, I'm sure you can tell us a thing or two about it."

"Of course!" said Megan eagerly. "The Industrial Revolution began in England in the late 1700s, in England! At the beginning, coal, metal and weaving were specialised in, and later, when it spread to the rest of Europe and America, their services extended to other things, such as transportation and communication!"

"Very well said," said Ms Bustier. "I'm sure this video on the Revolution will corroborate what you told us."

The class watched the video, with Megan adding in tidbits every now and again, and everyone agreed that she must be quite intelligent.


The music teacher was not in that day, so in class, Louis and Ivan were having a casual jam session with another friend. The third guy sang and played bass, Louis played his guitar, and Ivan played the drums.

All was well until a tall, sallow boy came in. Still a little shorter than Louis, he had an unpleasant expression.

"What is that awful sound?" he demanded.

"And since when were you so educated?" said Louis pertly. "We don't even know you!"

"Kyle Hammond," said the boy, in a British accent. "And I have every right to judge your playing. My mother's in a very high position and has taught me to raise my standards."

"Gee, I'd love to meet her," retorted Louis. "What does she do? Looking at you, I'd say she's in the House of Commons."

"Does that matter?" said Kyle. Just then, a substitute came in.

"What's going on?" he asked. Kyle's manner immediately changed.

"Oh, nothing, Sir," he simpered. "Nothing at all!"

Ivan pretended to vomit.


Louis met his sister for lunch, and he, Rosa, Ivan and Frankie were all talking.

"That Megan girl seems quite smart," said Rosa.

"Well, she's British," said Frankie. "I'd expect Ms Bustier wanted to teach us about the Industrial Revolution so that she could help her fit in."

"Fair enough," said Ivan.

"Wait a minute," said Louis. "Is her name Hammond?"

"Yep," said Emma. "Why? Does she have a brother, or a sister -?"

"A brother," said Louis quickly, "and he's a dickhead. He insulted our playing!"

"Yeah," said Ivan. "The guy seems to have an inflamed ego!"

"Megan seemed nice enough," reasoned Frankie. "Maybe she's not like her brother - hey, what's that?"

Emma looked up to spot Desiree walking past, clutching her forehead.

"What are you doing?" said Rosa quizzically.

"I'd better go and check on her," said Emma, and walked over to the bully. She saw that Desiree was clutching a handkerchief to her head.

"Desiree?" she asked. "Are you alright?"

"None of your business, Agreste," muttered Desiree, before staggering to the ground. Emma did not hesitate to pick her back up. She looked at her and was horrified to see that her face was bleeding profusely.

"My God!" she cried, "I'd better get you to the nurse!"

Desiree rolled her eyes, but said nothing as Emma helped her to the sick room. The nurse could not do enough to patch Desiree up, so she had to be taken to hospital. Unfortunately, neither of her parents were reachable, so Ms Bustier agreed to accompany Desiree, who would get stitched up.

Emma walked back to her brother and both their friends.

"You? Helping bloody Desiree Archambault?" said Frankie incredulously.

"Guys, she was bleeding badly," said Emma. "She had to go to hospital, and guess what the kicker is?"

"There was no limo?" said Rosa, with a roll of the eyes.

"No!" protested Emma. "They couldn't get through to her mum or her dad, so Ms Bustier had to go with her!"

"What a cow," said Ivan. "I wouldn't be surprised if that stuff was ketchup! And she stole your teacher as well!"

"Guys, you're probably going to hate me for this," said Louis, "but I'm with Em on this."

"Lou, are you kidding me?" protested his best friend.

"Well, here's the thing: I know Desiree is a bitch, but I have a feeling not everything is going so well for her at home."

"And what insider's information do you have?" said Rosa, tilting her head pompously.

The bell was kind enough to answer Louis.


Emma and Rosa were walking back to class when they saw Megan hanging around outside the classroom.

"Alright, Meg?" asked Rosa. "Nobody's giving trouble, I hope?"

"No, not at all," said Megan. "Listen, I need you to listen. If I told you something, would you snitch?"

"Depends," said Emma reasonably. "Why, is something the matter?"

"No, of course not! I just want to make sure the environment is safe. Trust issues."

"I see," said Rosa. "Well, if there's anything at all you need, you just let us know."

"I will," smiled Megan. "Thank you."

Emma was a little puzzled by Megan's question, but decided not to say anything.


Louis and Emma got home that afternoon to an air of polite confusion.

"Come on, Hugh," Marinette was coaxing. "Is there something you won't tell us?"

"I was waiting," said Hugo, "for these two. Come in, brother and sister dearest, and do take a seat."

"What's with the formalities?" said Louis curiously. Hugo took something - an envelope - out of his backpack, and Marinette read it slowly.

"Dear Mr and Mrs Agreste," she started, carefully. "We are delighted to inform you..." Her face slowly and gradually lit up. "...that your sun Hugo has been accepted into the city-level chess tournament!"

Marinette squealed like a fangirl and picked her youngest son up. "Oh my baby, I'm so proud of you!"

"Mum," groaned Hugo, although the smile on his face belied his words.

"Well done, buddy," said Louis, bumping his brother's fist.

"Great job, Hugh," congratulated Adrien. "So where's it going to be?"

"It'll be at the Grand Hotel on Saturday morning, and all participants have been given accomodations for Friday night," read Marinette. "Not to worry, I'll drive you there!"

"Do you want us to come as well?" said Emma excitedly.

Hugo sighed.

"It's alright if you say no," assured Adrien.

"Well, is it alright if just Mum goes with me?" said Hugo slowly. "I just don't want to kick up a fuss, that's all."

"Sure, don't worry about it," said Louis. "I hope there'll be livestreaming, though."

"I can take care of that!" grinned Hugo, and the family laughed.


The chess tournament was quite a buzz amongst all the schools in town. Rosa Lahiffe would be going as a Class Rep, and what was more, Nino had been asked to emcee. They had asked Emma to keep Ellie over Friday night, to which Emma agreed.

On Friday morning, Emma and Rosa were talking as usual. Desiree was back, with gauze on her forehead, and had gone back to her bullying ways. This time, though, Emma ignored her. The girls were having lunch together when they overheard an argument around the corner.

"What on Earth -" Both went to investigate. Surprisingly, Desiree was arguing with Megan.

"What's all this?" demanded Rosa. "Who started the fight?"

"This girl is such a bitch!" screeched Desiree. "Do you seriously think you can get ahead of us by using the newbie card?"

"Well, I'll have you know that my mother is the head of the PTA," said Megan.

"Who's been reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid?" said Emma, raising an eyebrow.

"And how exactly did Mummy become head of the PTA? You've only been here a week!"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," said Megan haughtily.

"Well, at least I know why you decided you could get away with slamming me into that cupboard on Monday!" said Desiree, surprising Emma and Rosa.

"You did what?" gasped Rosa.

"I did not!" protested Megan. "She's the class bully, isn't she?"

"I was!" fought back Desiree. "But you, you dethrone me without effort!"

"Whoever who did that, I'm telling Bustier," snapped Emma, turning around, but Rosa stopped her for a moment.

"I think we'd better get to the bottom of this slowly," she reasoned.

"Really? Who will remember by Monday?"

"Trust me, I'll be on the case."

Emma paused. "I have faith in you. Don't let me down."

"Stop doubting me, I just might have to Rickroll you!"

Emma chuckled, before her tone became serious again.

"This is serious stuff," she said. "I can't trust if you pushed her down or not, Megan, but if you have, I'll tell on you!"

"Well, I'll have you know I'm not guilty!" said Megan. "You can trust me!"

Emma quietly shut up the voice in her gut.


"That was a good movie, wasn't it?" said Emma to Ellie that night. They had been watching The Princess and The Frog.

"Yeah!" said Ellie enthusiastically. "I thought the frog was going to be a baddie. Tiana didn't like him at first."

"Well, that's life," said Emma.

"Are people really like that?" asked Ellie.

Emma sighed. "It's tough," she said. Ellie climbed into her lap - a sign that the younger girl was getting sleepy - and Emma protectively put an arm around her.

"See, the thing is, Ellie," explained Emma, "that people are not always who they seem to be. It goes both ways. Sometimes, you might meet a person who seems - well - not nice. They could be bossy, maybe they don't always listen to you, or maybe they could be impatient. Now, this isn't always the case, but they might not be so bad after all."

"Like Mrs Gatski from school? People say she's mean, but Daddy says she looks after me when he gets late to get me," said Ellie.

"Yes, exactly," said Emma. "She might be strict and tough, but she does look after people at the end of the day. And it goes the other way as well. Somebody might seem nice, and they might try to be too nice on purpose. You want to know why?"

"Because they're really mean?" said Ellie. "Like big old meanies like Smetterwing?"

"Well," Emma stifled a wry laugh, "Schmetterling doesn't exactly try to be nice, but you get the point. They could pretend to be good so that they can get something from you. They could want to trap you - not necessarily by fixing a bear trap - and hurt you quite badly."

"How can you tell if somebody is really good or bad?" asked Ellie precociously. Emma looked at the clock - ten minutes to seven - and paused.

"Want to get to bed now?" she asked. Ellie nodded.

"Can you give me a ride up the stairs?" she asked Emma, which was her code word for asking someone to carry her. Emma agreed, and scooped her up before taking her.

"Here's the thing," she explained, as they went upstairs. "You can never really tell. It's always hard to figure out if someone is really good or not. You might be sitting next to somebody in class, but even if they act good or bad, you can't tell from the start if they're really good or really bad. Sometimes, it's hard to tell if the people closest to you are truly good or bad. It's one thing you'll learn to figure out as you get older, and you go into big school."

"Also, a lot of people have both good and bad in them," said Emma, as they got to Emma's bed and she laid Ellie down, tucking her in and sitting in the chair next to her. "Good people may have bad traits. Like Mrs Gatski! She's really a kind person who keeps an eye out for you and your friends, but maybe she just gets angry quickly. As long as the good outweighs the bad, you'll still be a good person."

"Can you be really bad? With no good things?"

"Only a handful people would be like that, I guess," said Emma reasonably. "I hope. But remember, your family and your friends are always here to protect you. If we do things that you don't like - if your Grandpa Otis tickles you and you want him to stop - you can tell him. If somebody does something really, really bad to hurt you, you don't need to talk to them - and I mean, really bad things."

"Like what?" asked Ellie.

"Well, like abuse - hitting you, or shouting at you and calling you names all the time - or even bad touching. You've learned about that, haven't you?"

"Yeah," said Ellie, clutching her teddy bear. "Mrs Gatski showed us a video about it. It was scary."

"But it was a good thing that she did, because now you would know what abuse is like," said Emma. "I mean, I'm sure nobody you love would hurt you that badly. Not your dad, not Ro, not Grandpa Otis."

"Remember this, though. You are loved, and people who love you will be there for you. Your dad, Ro..."

"And you!" said Ellie, bouncing a little in her spot.

"Well, I try my best," chuckled Emma. "But now, I think you should be on your way to sleep with Ted and Jasmine," she said, referring to Ellie's Jasmine pyjamas.

"Night night, Emmie," said Ellie, kissing Emma goodnight.

"Goodnight, Ellie," smiled Emma. "I'll be out here. If you need me, give me a shout." Leaving the nightlight on, Emma left. Funnily enough, her words started replaying in her head.

Sometimes, you might meet a person who seems - well - not nice. They could be bossy, maybe they don't always listen to you, or maybe they could be impatient. Now, this isn't always the case, but they might not be so bad after all.

Or they could pretend to be good so that they can get something from you. They could want to trap you - not necessarily by fixing a bear trap - and hurt you quite badly.

And as long as the good outweighs the bad, you'll still be a good person.

And your family and your friends are always here to protect you.

Emma sat on the top step and pondered.

Could Desiree Archambault really have some good in her? (If the answer was yes, then she was sorry for all the times she cursed her out.)

Was Megan Hammond really like Kyle? (If so, then she was sorry for not doing anything sooner.)

And were your family and friends always here to protect you? (In Desiree's case, her family was just who she came from. And friends? What was a friend?)


"That's impossible!" shouted a woman in jail, wearing an orange jumpsuit.

"I'm afraid that's the case, Lila," said the warden patronisingly. "Now get back to bed."

"But it's not fair! I have to have my parole! All I did was punch a stupid bitch in the face!"

"And accuse her poor husband of diddling. Stop crying, Lila, and go and mope to your mates."

Lila Rossi stomped her foot and stormed back to her cell. As usual, it reeked of drugs and farts. She leaned against the wall and fumed.

"If only an akuma could come to me right now," she wished. All of a sudden, it did.

Making sure everyone was asleep, Lila stood up straight and let the akuma land on her one remaining possession - her tatty necklace.

"Volpina, good zo zee you," said the guttural German growl that belonged to Schmetterling. "I am Schmetterling, and I'm looking for ze Miraculouses of ze Lazybug und ze Black Cat. Can you get zem vor me?"

"Gladly," said Lila, and let the purple fog overcome her. Volpina had risen again.


Louis came into Emma's room, where she was watching Ellie whilst quietly playing Clara Nightingale's "Why I'm Here" through her phone.

"Clara? I'd forgotten her existence for a while," he said.

"Shh," said Emma, pointing at the sleeping girl. "I'm playing it so that she can get to sleep."

"Nightmares? Like someone I used to know?" teased Louis.

"Shut up," chuckled Emma, rolling her eyes before changing the subject. "I was just thinking about Desiree and Megan again. I'd been watching The Princess and The Frog with Ellie, and I was telling her about how people aren't always who they seem to be."

"If you're saying that that Megan girl seems sus, then I'm with you," said Louis. "Guess what happened in Music class today?"

"Kyle started picking on you again?" Emma paused the song to listen to her brother.

"This time, Megan was there. Don't ask me how she was able to sneak out of class as well."

"So she was picking on you?"

"Yep," said Louis gravely. "I have video evidence as well." He whipped out his phone and played a video. The girl standing next to Kyle was indeed Megan.

"Your playing sounds worse than a nail being dragged over a chalkboard!" she said.

"At least we're trying," said Ivan, "and your insult wasn't even original!"

"You know, you shouldn't bother trying," said Kyle nastily. "Nobody likes your 'music'."

"Oh, sod off, you knob," said another person. Louis had been filming the video from where his phone could not be seen, but the sound was good enough.

"Ive and I were going to go straight to Mendeleiev and show this to her," he explained. "She wasn't there."

"That sucks," said Emma. "I wanted to tell Bustier that I sussed Megan had hurt Desiree the other day - Desiree even said it herself, but she isn't completely reliable - so, well, we decided to keep it quiet for now. I didn't know what else to do."

"Dammit," said Louis. "You should have told her anyway, even if she didn't do anything, it would have pissed Megan off enough to give you evidence. The more defensive someone gets, the more likely they are to be behind the crime."

"Who told you that?"

"Mum did. She said that she was talking from experience. Had to have been before she became Guardian."

"Well..." Emma sighed. "I think we'll have enough evidence to do something by Monday for sure. Let's try then."

"Definitely," said Louis, sitting on the floor against the wall. Emma turned her phone back on and played the song, quietly humming to the chorus.

"There can't be a better place to be
than right beside you, darling,
with your smile warming up me
and your love always guiding,
and your laugh as it rings
is why I'm here with you now
for my heart softly sings
its resolve to linger around
."

"Those lyrics are kinda cheesy, don't you think?" said Emma.

"Well, that's Clara Nightingale - always obsessed with rhyming," said Louis. "Even if it doesn't always fit with her timing!"

"Not you as well!" Emma giggled quietly. All of a sudden, there was a flash outside the window. Both went to investigate, and were surprised to see a long river flowing in place of the road.

"That's odd," said Louis. "Since when was there a river?"

Another flash answered. At the end of the river appeared - what, of all things - a giant white rabbit.

"Oh no," said Emma. "I think Schmetterling's struck again!"

"What should we do? I mean, with Ellie around? I mean, we can ask Dad to use the Cat Miraculous -"

"Don't," said Emma, "I shouldn't put him in danger. Besides, Schmetterling knows who he is!"

"Oh yeah," said Louis, realising.

"I'll just wake him up and tell him to look after Ellie," said Emma, heading into Adrien and Marinette's room. Louis decided not to waste any time; he put Wayzz and Pollen into his yo-yo and called on Tikki to transform him into Bug Man, before opening the window and heading out. Emma followed suit, leading her father inside.

"So you'll just have to keep an eye on Ellie," she told him. "If she wakes up, she'll probably need a feed and a story to get her back to sleep. Try not to get her into any sweets though."

"Righto," said Adrien, as Emma put Trixx into her baton, turned into Kitten Black, and headed out of the window.


The heroes entered a strange, psychedelic world. Nothing seemed real; everything seemed like something out of an animated movie.

"Whoever who got captured must be a real artist," said Kitten Black.

"Thank you for the compliment," came a voice, and both turned around to see a tall, brownish-red haired woman with olive skin in an orange-and-white suit. She looked rather like a fox.

"You look familiar," said Bug Man. "Where have I seen you before?"

"That's because this isn't my first time out here," said the villain. "I'm Volpina, Mistress of Illusion!"

"Well, you'll be Mistress of Delusion soon, because you're not winning!" said Kitten Black resolutely, and swung her baton at her, but to no avail - Volpina vaulted over it and made a perfect landing right in front of Bug Man. She reached for his earrings, but Bug Man whipped around and swirled his yo-yo like a lasso at her. Volpina swung her flute out at him, and he nearly toppled backwards had it not been for his sister.

Volpina blew into her flute and played a few notes. "Mirage!" she then called, and a door was formed. Bug Man, however, had other plans; he grabbed Kitten Black by the hand, found a fortunate drain (that was real, luckily) and they hid inside.


"What did you do that for?" said Kitten Black indignantly; both had de-transformed.

"Em, I have a great idea," Bug Man said. "You know how the Fox Miraculous works, don't you?"

"I do. What crazy plan do you have now?"

"Who needs Cataclysm when you've got Mirage?"

"You want me to...?"

"Yes!"

Hesitantly, Kitten Black put her ring into the baton, took the Fox Miraculous out, and de-transformed.

"I'll destroy the necklace," said Bug Man. "You try to befuddle Volpina!"

"All you need to say is, 'Trixx, Let's Pounce!'"

"Trixx, Let's Pounce!" said Emma, and turned into a brilliant vermillion superhero. With pointy ears and white stripes, she very much resembled a fox.

"You look... quite creepy," said Bug Man. "Like you're going to eat me or something."

"I wish I could," said Emma. "But never mind that now - Foxy Lady has risen!"

"Foxy Lady?"

"It's the best I could come up with," said Foxy Lady.

"Right," said Bug Man. "Let's get this show on the road!"


Volpina was still wreaking havoc when Bug Man and his new partner arrived. She stopped square and stared at Foxy Lady.

"Where's the cute little kitten?" she teased, in a faux-playful voice.

"She's out of action," said Bug Man, "but don't worry - meet my substitute partner, Foxy Lady!"

"You had me confused when you disappeared earlier," said Volpina. "Now see if you can catch me!" said Volpina, darting away.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" said Bug Man, racing after Volpina with Foxy Lady in tow.


Bug Man and Foxy Lady had been looking for Volpina, but there was no luck.

"Why are we running like idiots?" said Bug Man. "We'd better do something ourselves. Lucky Charm!"

And a compact mirror landed in his hand. He inspected it carefully, and opened it. All of a sudden, he saw Volpina coming up from behind.

"Time to fight back!" he said. "Foxy, swing!"

Foxy Lady swung the flute at Volpina, who disappeared.

"That's odd," she said.

"It must have been an illusion," said Bug Man. "Speaking of which..."

Emma put the flute up to her lips and played a few notes, before calling, "Mirage!"

And an illusion of Bug Man and Foxy Lady themselves appeared.

"Now what?"

"Think back, Foxy," said Bug Man. "When was the first time you saw this in action?"

"When was it?" pondered Foxy Lady - and the illusory Foxy Lady spoke.

"When was it?" Bug Man snapped his fingers, and Foxy Lady got into her stride.

"Never mind that now," said the illusory Bug Man. "Let's focus on getting Volpina."

And Volpina returned, ahead.

"I've got you now, you idiots!" she cackled.

But Bug Man had his mirror out. And he saw Volpina coming up, from behind.

"Oh no you don't!" he cried, and swung his yo-yo at her - only for her to disappear.

"I didn't call you idiots for nothing!" said the real Volpina. And that was when Foxy Lady channelled her inner Kitten Black and pounced on Volpina. Though she couldn't destroy the necklace, she ripped it off Volpina's neck.

"OY!" cried Volpina.

Foxy Lady stomped on the necklace and out came the akuma. Bug Man caught it.

"No more evil-doing for you, little akuma," he said. "Time to de-evilise!"

He gently released the butterfly, before calling out, "Miraculous Bug Man!" and tossing the mirror into the air. Everything went back to normal, and the heroes turned to attend to the akumatised woman.

"Ma'am," said Foxy Lady, "can we help?"

"What - where -" said Lila Rossi, looking around, before starting. "Oh God, who are you?"

And at breakneck speed, she ran off. Bug Man and Kitten Black pursued.

"Wait up!" called Bug Man. The chase wound down several alleyways, over a few stiles and ended only when the necklace and the earrings started flashing.

Bug Man and Foxy Lady had to detransform in private, and drop the woman. Having looked around for a while, they couldn't find her and decided to go home.

"Damn," said Emma, "if only we'd caught her!"

"Hopefully she has family somewhere," said Louis. "And let's hope she isn't dangerous."

"True," said Emma. Soon enough, they got home. Nothing was wrong.


Lila Rossi ran like the wind. She was free from prison, free to do whatever she pleased. Free to lie, free to cheat, free to even kill. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was very high on her checklist.

That feeling of freedom lasted only a short time - until she ran into the woods.

Somewhere or the other, there was a man-trap, into which she fell. Down, down, down. At that point, she was caught by somebody.

"Who vould haff thought?" said a voice, "my first hostage in ages!"

"Hostage?" cried Lila, before realising. "Schmetterling?"

"I see ze vear in you, my young vone," said Schmetterling, carrying Lila along the corridor. "And you can now imagine vot I can do zo you!"

"No, wait!" cried Lila. "I can help you!"

"You can?"

"Yes! I knew Hawk Moth! Didn't you?"

"Hawk Moth? Az in, Gabriel Agreste?"

"Of course!"

Schmetterling smiled, and put Lila back on her feet.

"I zhink I haff just hit ze jackpot," she said smugly. "Come vith me. I shall show you ze ropes."


Hugo's tournament had gone well; although he didn't make it to the national level, he had had a good time.

"I wish I'd made the country-level though," he admitted. "I was this close to winning!"

"Well, you put up a good fight!" said Louis. "You've won in our eyes!" Hugo rubbed the back of his neck modestly.

"Let's hope they get the stream up soon," said Marinette. "In the meantime, let's watch something."

She turned the television on, and there was a documentary about arts. The family watched, enjoying themselves, when -

"Don't be bemused, it's just the news!" broke in Nadja Chamack. "We interrupt this program to bring you some breaking news. Lila Rossi, a prisoner at the La Sante Prison, has escaped. Officers are now looking for her."

Marinette looked disturbed. "Kids, could you step out for a minute?"

"But -"

Marinette fixed them with a look that manipulated them into obeying. The kids left the room and Marinette shut the door behind them. The trio stuck around for a few seconds, as they heard a single word quietly escape their mother's mouth.

"Shit."


And that was Part 2!
First and foremost, I hope my chapters haven't been too boring these days. I hope to bring a major plot progression to the story, character-wise and story-wise. It's been a while since I've published regularly, so bear with me as I get back into my stride. In the meantime, be sure to review, follow and favourite. Thank you and see you next time!