Prolog: Why me? Why?!
It was a normal day in your little comfortable life.
Nothing was amidst and nothing was also exciting.
But it was alright.
You were sitting on the bus on your way to the library. You wanted to check out some new books and manga's. You needed new reading material. Maybe you could find a new series which would excite you?
In your hand was your phone and you watched for like 100000 times the only good episode of Season 3 from Miraculous Ladybug it was Silencer. You loved Lukanette and it hadn't any stupid Adrien drama.
God, how you hated Adrien/Chat! How you hated Thomas Astruc and his lackey that worshipped the ass of this sexual abuser who they created mind you. You bet anything that it was some kind of self-insert fantasy of Astruc self like with Aang from the Last Airbender and Bryke.
You couldn't explain in another way, why Adrien was always in the right even if he was wrong, and poor, sweet Marinette had dozens of traumas to deal with and was ALWAYS IN THE WRONG WHATEVER SHE DID!
Empowering young girls, your ass.
They were grooming kids into thinking it was okay to harass girls with dates and nicknames and flirty behaviour because she was just playing hard to get and would on day magical say yes!
If you heard one more time how Adrien and Marinette were meant to be, even if them being together let the world end like two times, you would stab someone!
Preferably Astruc.
You signed and then cooed at Luka's love declaration to Marinette. You have heard it so many times, but you had to agree with Tikki it was one of the most beautiful ones you have ever heard.
How you wished someone like Luka would confess to you like that.
Or how you wished to meet someone like Marinette and give her all the love she deserved.
You liked both of them together, but at the same time, you would want them as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Well, love triangles were so out, polyamorous relationships were the right thing!
You were so caught up in your little mussing, that you nearly didn't hear the horn of the truck that was nearing your bus.
But you heard the cries and screams of the other passengers as the truck was before your bus.
You looked up and stared at the scarred face of the bearded man on the wheel of the truck and thought one thing: "Why do I have to die like in a cliché isekai anime!"
When you woke up, you had the strangest sensation all over your body and your head was like underwater.
What a freaky dream you had!
You dream, you died and some godly being gave you the chance to be reborn into a new world. It let you reborn into the last show you watched which was Miraculous.
You remember how hard you protest in your dream since you had a love/hate relationship with the show, but this god or whatever was kinda an asshole and said it was your own fault for watching it.
Then it said that you should make the best out of your new life and that he had to take away an important plot point from your memory because you would surely end the show in one instant if you remember it and itself and itself colleagues wanted to watch you struggle. It said to grow, but the little mischief grin told you another story.
Thank anything that it was just a fucked-up dream.
You rubbed your head and let out a yawn. You would sleep a bit more, you were still tired.
So you snuggled up into your bed and tried to fall asleep again.
Just…something was off.
The bed was too big…
The pillow to fluffy…
The blanket to fine…
That…was…not…your…bed!
Scarred you jumped up and let out a familiar scream. It was not your normal voice, but you have heard it before.
Now you were even more scared.
And when you saw the room you were in you nearly pissed yourself.
It wasn't a room, but a hotel suite you know.
A hotel suite you know from a specific french cartoon!
You didn't know how, but you found the bathroom and stared at the person in the giant ass mirror before you.
Blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin and a satin PJ with little bumble bee's.
You.
Were.
Chloe.
Bourgeois.
"The gods…hate me.", you said in Chloe's voice and seeing how the mouth in the mirror moved along, was the final nail in the coffin of it being a dream.
You were reborn as Chloe rich-bully-brat Bourgeois.
You wanted a drink, no better a whole bottle of Tequila!
You wouldn't and couldn't survive like this!