Finally done!

Also, this is the end of the second Arc, with the next Arc focusing a bit more on Bridgette and Félix bonding, as well as introducing a new ''superhero''.

I hope you'll enjoy it! You can always check my Profile for the information on the updates. You can also check my crossover with the canon MLB show, titled Up Ladybug: Crisis Across Dimensions.

See ya!


Entry 24

Icebreaker

''You can go the distance, you can run the mile. You can walk straight through Hell with a smile. You can be a hero, you can get the gold. Breakin' all the records they thought never could be broke (Yeah). Do it for your people, do it for your pride. How you ever gonna know if you never even try? Do it for your country, do it for your name. 'Cause there's gon' be a day, when you're standin' in the Hall of Fame (Yeah)! And the world's gonna know your name (Yeah)! 'Cause you burn with the brightest flame (Yeah)! And the world's gonna know your name (Yeah)! And you'll be on the walls of the Hall of Fame!''

– Hall of Fame by The Script ft. will.

xXxXxXx

Félix was in the state between deep sleep and waking up, feeling something scratching his cheek, as well as light hitting his eyes. His body felt as heavy as lead and he didn't want to open his eyes, despite being aware that it was time to wake up. There was once again scratching on his cheek and he grabbed a pillow, eyes still closed, and placed it on whatever was scratching him.

''Plagg, stop it…'' he groaned. There was some muffled yelling coming from below the pillow, with Plagg escaping it and sitting on Félix's forehead.

''Com'n, Kid, wake up!'' he told his holder. Félix sighed, slowly rubbing his eyes and opening them. He felt dizzy, but eventually, his head cleared.

''What time is it?'' he asked, rubbing his head.

''Oh, I think it's about 11:30 AM,'' Plagg told him nonchalantly.

''That late?!'' Félix was now fully awake, scrambling out of his bed. Plagg grabbed Félix's smartphone, watching his holder run into the bathroom in his PJs.

''Oh, and before I forget. Bridgette had sent you a message, asking you whether you'd come by her place around 13:00 PM,'' Plagg added. Félix's popped his head out of the bathroom, his hair a complete mess.

''Why didn't you tell me that before?'' he asked in an annoyed tone.

''Because I had figured you'd wake up by now,'' Plagg replied. Félix just frowned and vanished into the bathroom. Plagg smirked, still holding up his smartphone.

Eventually, Félix emerged out of the bathroom, having changed into his usual outfit and grabbing the comb as he turned towards the mirror. His hair was still dishelved. Plagg flew up to him, aware that Félix would spend at least 15 minutes of his mornings fixing his bed hair.

''I'm surprised that Mme. Arsenault didn't wake me up. It's really late,'' Félix noted, combing the back of his hair, before switching to the front.

''I saw her in the house, but she and your uncle had left hours ago,'' Plagg informed him. ''Maybe they didn't want to wake you up because of what had happened last night. You know, give you time to recover and whatnot.''

''Honestly, it is more likely that Hell would freeze over before they decide to do something nice for me,'' Félix replied, frowning as he saw bits of his hair still messed up. ''I assume they just forgot about me. After all, they would still have to deal with the outcome of that fire.''

''So, are you going to visit Bridgette?'' Plagg asked curiously. Félix, who leaned over towards the mirror to fix his bangs and comb them sideways, flicked his eyes sideways towards the kwami.

''Of course I'm going to visit her,'' he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Plagg perked up.

''Hah, I wouldn't have expected you to be so eager to visit Bridgette,'' he noted, grinning. ''You look really forward to seeing her.''

''Don't get any weird thoughts,'' Félix replied in a slightly annoyed tone when he saw Plagg's grin. ''The only reason I want to visit her is because she'd probably want to talk about the events that happened last night.''

He felt a shiver when Plagg suddenly flew up a bit too close for Félix's comfort. ''Of course, but you wouldn't mind spending time with her either.''

''Plagg, you're really getting on my nerves with your implications,'' Félix replied, placing the comb down. ''Besides, Bridgette and I are just friends. You know that, as we both agreed to it.''

''Sure, you did, but you can always change your mind,'' Plagg noted. Félix sighed, taking the smartphone from the kwami and walked over to the desk where his briefcase backpack was, checking the time.

''I doubt that,'' Félix responded, frowning as he saw that he'd have to leave now if he wanted to get to Bridgette's place in time. ''Let's go!''

xXx

After arriving at Dynastie du Lóng, Félix was greeted by a curious Mei, who just told him to go upstairs and that Bridgette was already waiting for him. As he went upstairs, Félix checked the time on his smartphone. He was early for the meeting, but he still felt a knot in his stomach. This was the third time he had visited her, albeit the second time he did it as her friend. He felt a little weird, but noted that he was still new to this experience. He kicked off his shoes and put on slippers at the front door, only to be surprised when he saw that there were other shoes there.

Does Bridgette have more guests? I guess I really arrived too early. He wondered whether he should wait, but then decided to enter the apartment, figuring whoever was there would leave soon. To his surprise, he found Bridgette in the kitchen, placing sandwiches and tea cups on a pair of trays.

''Félix? I'm glad that you got here,'' Bridgette said, smiling at him.

''I see that you have guests. I hope I'm not too early,'' Félix replied, glancing at the tea cups. He furrowed a brow when he saw six of them. ''I assume that your guests aren't leaving any time soon.''

''After I had messaged you, I called Claude and told him what had happened. He and the others saw what happened on the news and insisted on coming over to check on me,'' Bridgette explained. ''I hope you don't mind.''

''Why should I? They're your guests just as much as I am,'' Félix replied. ''Do you need help?''

''Thanks,'' Bridgette replied, placing the tray with the sandwiches in his hands, then grabbed the tray with the tea cups and steaming glass teapot. ''Just bring it up to my room and make sure you don't spill anything.''

''You too,'' Félix commented. He already knew that Bridgette had no issues holding the plate thanks to her experience as a waitress. It was more likely for him to drop something due to his bad luck. Bridgette went first, opening the trapdoor, with Félix following her. He looked up, seeing the surprised looks of Claude, Allegra, Sophie and Allan. Félix glanced at Bridgette. ''I assume you forgot to tell them that I was coming.''

''Yeah, I did,'' Bridgette admitted sheepishly.

''I don't think it should be that surprising,'' Claude said as he helped Bridgette with the tea cups, placing them on the coffee table around which Allegra, Allan and Sophie were sitting. Not counting Claude's, there were two more pillows placed below the coffee table. ''You were also affected by it, weren't you, Agreste?''

''You're right,'' Félix replied, placing the tray on the coffee table and leaning his briefcase backpack against the wall.

''I had just told everyone what had happened,'' Bridgette explained.

''To keep it short, you two had a quiet evening, when there was a sudden explosion that caused a fire,'' Claude added.

''Afterwards, Ladybug and Chat Noir appeared and helped everyone,'' Allan added.

''They did mention the two in the news,'' Sophie noted as Bridgette and Félix sat down.

''They did?'' Félix asked.

''Haven't you watched the news?'' Allegra asked.

''No, I didn't want to be reminded of coming close to death,'' Félix replied in a dry tone. He then glanced at Bridgette, giving her a curious look.

''Honestly, I'm fine now, but it was quite scary last night,'' Bridgette said. ''If Félix and I hadn't decided to go outside, who knows what would've happened. I guess we got really lucky.''

''You're right, but… What I'm curious about is what caused that explosion,'' Félix said.

''Well, then you should've watched the news,'' Allegra said. ''The police investigated the place, but they couldn't find any trace of explosives.''

''Really? I didn't know that,'' Bridgette said as she and Félix exchanged looks of surprise.

''Yeah, that's what they said,'' Claude added.

''Maybe they used explosives that couldn't be traced,'' Allan suggested.

''Honestly, I don't know if that kind of explosive exists,'' Félix said. ''I have read that even homemade explosives can be traced by experts. It is a bit more difficult than with stuff like dynamite, but it is doable.''

''Not to mention, since there wasn't only one explosion, but another as well, it would mean that there should be a lot of evidence,'' Bridgette said.

''Still, nothing had been found,'' Allegra noted. Everyone fell silent, feeling that the whole situation was quite strange. At least until they heard a strange growling noise. Everyone turned towards Félix, whose eyes widened and his cheeks turned a slight shade of red. He lowered his head, feeling flustered as he completely forgot to eat something before he left. He then heard someone snorting.

''I guess someone didn't have lunch yet,'' Claude noted in a teasing tone, reaching for one of the sandwiches. ''You should try them.''

''You didn't have to point it out,'' Félix grumbled as he reached for a sandwich and took a bite out of it. It was surprisingly good and, combined with the sweet scent of the tea, it made him realize that he was starving.

''Anyways, had the police found anything else that would point to the culprit?'' Bridgette asked.

''No one saw anything,'' Allan said, crossing his arms. ''Maybe the explosion had been detonated at a different place.''

''Wait a sec…'' Sophie interrupted him, having taken her smartphone out. Her eyes narrowed. ''I found an interview with a woman who was on a walk with her dog close to where the explosion took place. She said that she saw a man in a bowler hat and blueish skin leaving the scene of crime.''

Bridgette and Félix's eyes widened in shock as it dawned on them.

''The Mime!'' both exclaimed in unison, drawing everyone's attention. They all gave the two weird looks, with Bridgette and Félix exchanging anxious glances.

''Jinx!'' Allan said, grinning. ''You two were really in sync.''

''Wait, how come you two think that the Mime is the one who caused the explosion?'' Sophie asked.

''Well, he is the only one who fits the descriptions,'' Félix pointed out. ''He has a bowler hat and blueish skin. He has special powers that allow them to create whatever he wants, meaning he could create explosives that would leave no traces at the crime scene.''

''Fine, but why would he attack the charity event?'' Allegra asked.

''We had heard from Amber that she got attacked by the Mime and we know that he used to rob banks. It is possible that the Mime has a tendency to attack rich folk for money,'' Bridgette explained.

''That would make sense, but still, isn't that too much?'' Claude asked, rising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. ''From the reports and what you told us, it felt more like he was trying to kill someone.''

''Maybe he was,'' Allegra suddenly said. ''He probably had a grudge against someone and causing an explosion that set the building on fire was his way of revenge.''

''Still, he endangered a lot of other people to get revenge on one person,'' Sophie noted. ''His actions don't make that much sense, does it?''

''You're right. They don't make sense in that case,'' Félix said thoughtfully. Admittedly, he already had an idea why the Mime would attack the charity event, but he couldn't discuss it with anyone but Ladybug. Bridgette felt the same, noting that she would have to talk with Chat Noir about this.

''So, what should we do about this?'' Claude said, drawing everyone's attention. He leaned back slightly, placing his hands behind his back. ''We're not superheroes, but I think it would be a good idea to tell Ladybug and Chat Noir. We don't know whether they are aware of this.''

''I could tell Ladybug about it,'' Bridgette said. ''After all, she tends to pass by my home when on patrol.''

''That sounds like a good idea,'' Allegra said.

''I'll take care of Chat Noir, then,'' Félix said, ignoring the curious looks the group gave him. ''He appeared a few times in my neighborhood, so if I see him, I'll tell him what we think is going on.''

''Then we got everything covered,'' Allan noted, adding, ''Anyways, how are you doing?''

Félix was a little surprised that Allan directed this question towards him, and not towards Bridgette.

''I'm fine,'' Félix replied, glancing at Bridgette, who gave him an encouraging smile.

Both waited a moment, wondering if the other would bring up the fact that the other was missing during the time Ladybug and Chat Noir were saving people, with Bridgette suddenly asking, ''What about your uncle?''

''I haven't really seen him since last night, but that isn't surprising,'' Félix replied. ''He was also gone this morning, including Mme. Arsenault.''

''I'm sure that this is because of what happened. He and Guillebeau were the hosts after all,'' Sophie said, holding up her smartphone. ''Guillebeau's wife also gave an interview about finding out who did this and why. Interestingly, she also mentioned that there might be people who disagreed with the charity event happening.''

''What do you mean?'' Allan asked.

''Well, I did some research, and some of the stuff that was supposed to be auctioned was bought by Guillebeau under rather suspicious circumstances,'' Sophie told him, then glanced at Félix. ''Do you know whether he or your uncle made someone angry?''

''Let me guess; you think that someone hired the Mime to attack Guillebeau or my uncle,'' Félix said calmly.

''Well, I wouldn't put it like that,'' Sophie said, surprised by Félix's blunt answer.

''It does sound like it, though,'' Allegra noted, reaching for the tea cup. ''However, that would mean that Guillebeau or Gabriel Agreste or someone else at the charity event has an enemy who really hates them and who wouldn't care whether anyone else dies.'' She took a sip. ''Also, if he was hired by someone to murder a person, then he did a bad job. While there were injured people, everyone got out alive.''

''You're right, Allegra,'' Claude said, lowering his gaze in thought. ''Maybe there was another reason why the Mime attacked everyone at the charity event.''

''To answer Renard's question, Guillebeau has never really told me how he got those antiques, but I wouldn't be surprised if he made some questionable business practices. As for my uncle, he is an unpleasant person to work with in general,'' Félix said, glancing at Bridgette, who nodded in acknowledgement. ''It wouldn't be surprising if they made themselves someone's targets.''

''I'm sure that Ladybug and Chat Noir will be able to solve this mystery,'' Bridgette said.

''Right,'' Claude said, glancing at both Bridgette and Félix. ''I hope you two at least got to enjoy yourselves.''

Félix cast a suspicious look at him, wondering if Claude would start to criticize him again about how he was treating Bridgette. Surprisingly, he didn't, waiting instead from a response from the two. He also had to wonder how much Bridgette told her friends about the conversation they had.

''We did,'' Bridgette replied simply, not elaborating on anything. Félix glanced at her, then looked at the rest of the group, realizing everyone was giving them curious looks. Did this mean that Bridgette kept quiet about what went on between them? Frankly, Félix has several questions for her.

While it seemed at first that Bridgette's friends wanted to continue question her about her night, they dropped the subject. Instead, they focused on random topics, with Félix dropping an occasional comment. However, he kept quiet for the most part, noting that Claude, Sophie, Allegra and Allan were far less antagonistic towards him and that this conversation was far less awkward than the ones he had before. He wondered if Bridgette had convinced them to be nice towards him.

xXx

''So, what exactly happened before I arrived?'' Félix asked once Bridgette entered her room. Her friends had just left, with Bridgette seeing them off before returning back to her room, Félix being the only one remaining.

''I didn't tell them much, just that we had a great time. I didn't go into any details, since that conversation was something that should remain between you and me,'' Bridgette replied.

''What about Savard and the rest of your friends? I'm surprised they haven't been taking jabs at me today,'' Félix asked as he and Bridgette sat down at the coffee table. Bridgette smiled.

''That's because I had told Claude to at least give you a chance, and I guess he just spread the message among the rest of the group,'' she explained. Félix rose an eyebrow, his arms crossed on his chest.

''I'm surprised that they went along with it,'' he said.

''I guess they decided to trust my judgement,'' Bridgette replied, placing the empty tea cups on the tray. She looked up at him. ''As for me, I told you that I trust you.''

''It amazes me how much faith you've put into me,'' Félix said, giving her a bitter smile. ''Despite the fact that I hadn't been around to help you after the fire had started.''

''It doesn't matter. You and I went both to seek help and we simply lost each other when the crowd appeared. Stuff like that happens,'' Bridgette replied. She felt bad about lying to Félix, especially since she put herself into danger to save people and left him alone. However, she couldn't tell him that she was Ladybug.

''Despite the chaos, I still feel responsible. After all, you were my guest,'' Félix pointed out. He felt bad for lying to Bridgette, but he couldn't just tell her that he was Chat Noir and that he was gone because he needed to help people.

''Is that why you had hugged me?'' Bridgette asked suddenly. Félix gave her a flustered gaze, noticing the sly smile on Bridgette's lips.

''Honestly, I don't really know why I did that…'' Félix started, wondering if him embracing Bridgette was a mistake. ''It just…''

''You were really worried about me, weren't you?'' Bridgette said, with Félix nodding, unsure how to even express how he felt that night. After what they went through, the idea of losing Bridgette terrified him.

''I… I don't really know how explain what was going through my head at that moment,'' he admitted.

''Don't worry, it's fine,'' Bridgette told him in a comforting tone. ''It's just… I didn't expect you to express yourself that way. I mean, I've read your story, and you're really good with words.''

''I am, but still, that's a written story with fictional characters, and I can rewrite the dialogue and descriptions as many times as I want,'' Félix replied. ''Trying to talk with a person in real life requires different skills.''

''Still, you're doing great for someone who avoids social interactions,'' Bridgette told him. Félix smiled lightly at the compliment.

''Thanks, and you're doing great for someone who has a crush on me,'' he told her. ''So far, I feel quite comfortable.''

Bridgette beamed at the compliment. ''Speaking of your story, could you tell me more what you had planned with Evan and Kaori? The last chapter had them being trapped in an abandoned asylum with an insane inmate roaming around and trying to fin them. There was some foreshadowing about there being an occult organisation making the asylum its headquarters.''

''Unfortunately, I cannot tell you more than you have read,'' Félix replied, smirking. He really enjoyed the fact that he could talk to Bridgette about something he was passionate about. ''However, I did leave a few more clues about what might happen in the finale.''

''Really? Could you give me a hint?'' Bridgette asked. ''What should I keep an eye on?''

Félix, at first, didn't want to reveal too much about the story. However, considering how there weren't many people who would discuss what he wrote, he decided to give into the temptation.

''There is one specific OC whom you'll have to pay attention to. I won't say which one though, but their interactions with the other characters should lead to a twist in the story that will cast a completely different light on what had happened,'' he explained.

''Okay, I see,'' Bridgette said in an excited tone, adding, ''You won't mind if I try to draw an image of Evan and Kaori being stalked in the facility?''

''No, of course not,'' Félix replied, a bit surprised.

''Don't worry, it's not a commission. It's just a thanks for introducing me to the book series,'' Bridgette replied. Admittedly, she had a general knowledge about the series only because she, as Ladybug, was introduced by Félix to it.

''Speaking of favorite books, what exactly was up with that Child and Mother Stream next to the Western Kingdom of Women in Journey to the West? Who thought that part was a good idea?'' Félix asked, with Bridgette bursting out laughing.

''So, you reached that part, huh?'' she said. ''Don't worry, they get that little problem sorted out.''

''I hope they do. This was not what I had in mind while reading a story that was hundreds of years old,'' Félix noted.

''Well, Journey to the West was an anime before anime was even a thing,'' Bridgette replied, shrugging nonchalantly. ''The weirdest things happen in that story.''

''Thanks for the warning,'' Félix sighed.

xXx

Gabriel gazed coldly at the ring in his hand. He had put it through a rigorous analysis, but the results had disappointed him. He had put so much careful planning into gaining the ring, and it turned out to be not what he was searching for. This ring was just a plain piece of metal; valuable metal, but it had no significance to him. It was nothing more but a piece of complete trash to him.

He walked up to the window, looking through it. His plan had been impeccable, and he certainly achieved his goal. Admittedly, he would've been glad if his business partner, Charles Guillebeau, had perished in the fire, but unfortunately, it was something that couldn't be controlled. Still, Guillebeau had been injured in the accident, so he didn't have to deal with his obnoxious attitude that much. He also let Adeline deal with the reporters, telling them how what had happened was an unfortunate accident and that the police would investigate it, as he didn't want to associate himself with this disaster. The social media, however, decided to go wild with all kinds of theories about what had happened, including terrorist attacks and assassination. Gabriel decided not to fuel any of it, leaving them to speculate.

He did warn the Mime about the one witness report of a woman seeing him leaving the scene of crime, noting how such mistake cannot be repeated in future missions. He refused to let anyone trace what had happened back to him or his alter ego, Papillon. The less people knew about Papillon, the better. That's why he was also furious at Monsieur Pigeon for revealing his codename to Ladybug and Chat Noir. Still, those superheroes, or rather, pests, were nothing that he couldn't handle.

Frankly, he had expected them to show up after the explosion. As superheroes, they were quite predictable. Still, Gabriel hoped that they too would perish in the fire, feeling disappointed when they didn't end up trapped in the burning building or crushed by the rubble. Even after he acted like a bait for the two, he was still saved by Chat Noir. Nevertheless, he did notice something interesting about the superhero. There had been a moment of hesitation in Chat Noir's posture, as if he was unnerved by Gabriel. While he was intrigued by this observation, it didn't appear to be something that would help him in the long run.

It appears that we will have to continue this game of cat and mouse. Gabriel clenched the ring in his fist, frowning. I hate games.

xXx

''So, Ladybug and Chat Noir had saved the day once again,'' Carmilla muttered, lying on her stomach on her bed as she looked at the news report on her laptop. She frowned. ''Tch, of course they would report about these two, but Phantom Thief Belladonna? No one cares about her!''

Admittedly, Carmilla already knew that the reason why Phantom Thief Belladonna was relatively unknown was because she avoided the spotlight. On the other hand, no one aside from Ladybug and Chat Noir had managed to catch her, so it was no surprise the public barely knew anything about her. She sighed.

''Maybe I should start leaving calling cards or something,'' Carmilla muttered to herself. ''If someone knew that I would be there, not only would the security increase, but Ladybug and Chat Noir would also be there.'' She smiled. ''It's not a bad idea. I would really like a challenge.''

Frankly, she was really looking forward to battle them again, mostly Ladybug, and maybe flirt with Chat Noir. While she was furious about loss at the Louvre Museum, she decided to acknowledge it as their victory and work on her own skills. It was obvious that Ladybug and Chat Noir had improved and Carmilla needed to take them seriously, else she would suffer from more loses.

''I simply cannot allow myself to lose anymore,'' Carmilla noted, a determined look on her expression.

xXx

''Hey, Bug!'' Chat Noir greeted Ladybug as he met up with her at the Eiffel Tower. ''How are you doing?''

''I'm a bit shaken from the last night, but otherwise fine. What about you?'' Ladybug told him. Chat Noir's ears drooped and her rubbed the back of his head anxiously.

''I'm okay, and again, I'm sorry for recklessly charging into that building and scaring you,'' Chat Noir replied.

''It's fine. After all, you're save now,'' Ladybug noted. ''It's a good thing we even showed up to help everyone.''

''So, do you have any idea what had happened? I mean, who might've caused those explosions,'' Chat Noir asked, trying to act nonchalant. However, his tail was flicking and his expression was serious.

''Yeah,'' Ladybug said. ''I actually did some investigation and there is a possibility that the explosion was caused by the Mime.''

''I kind of came to the same conclusion,'' Chat Noir replied. He and Ladybug didn't really question that, as they assumed that Bridgette and Félix had told the respective party what they knew. ''However, what had been on my mind was that the Mime might've been sent by Papillon.''

''That's what I also thought,'' Ladybug replied. ''As a matter of fact, I'm certain that this was Papillon's doing.''

''No offense, but why would you think that?'' Chat Noir asked. ''I mean, we don't really know whether he was sent by Papillon or not.''

''We know that the Mime and Monsieur Pigeon work for Papillon and, honestly, I doubt that they would follow anyone else's orders,'' Ladybug said.

''I wonder why they're even following Papillon's orders. Like, what do they get from this deal? They're just terrorizing Paris for no reason,'' Chat Noir noted, placing his hands on his hips.

''I have no idea,'' Ladybug replied, shaking her head. ''In any case, if this was indeed the Mime who blew up the building and he did it on Papillon's orders, we should try to find out why this had happened.''

''Maybe there was someone at the charity event who had angered Papillon, so he sent his minion after them,'' Chat Noir noted.

''It is possible, but the explosion nearly killed all the other people at that charity event,'' Ladybug replied, placing her hand under her chin. ''It's a bit too much for getting revenge on just one person.''

''I do agree with that,'' Chat Noir replied, his tail flicking. ''I mean, the only other thing I can think of is that the explosion was meant to kill off all the people that were at that building. From what I've learned, there were a lot of rich people, some belonging to the elite. Maybe Papillon just wanted to get rid of them, not caring who'd die.''

''Or, maybe it was a distraction,'' Ladybug suggested. ''Remember how the Mime kidnapped that girl, Amber Bourgeois, just to get our attention.''

''Wait, so do you want to say that it might've been a trap for the two of us?'' Chat Noir asked, rising an eyebrow. Ladybug shrugged.

''It is possible, but I'm not sure,'' she replied. ''There are still too many open questions.''

''Well, whatever it was, I'm sure that Papillon would've been happy if we had perished in the fire,'' Chat Noir said in a deadpan tone.

''Right,'' Ladybug sighed. ''So, should we go?''

''Sure,'' Chat Noir replied, nodding. ''Maybe we'll get an idea what is going on during the patrol.''

xXx

''Okay, let's try this one more time,'' Amber muttered under her breath as she wrapped the black string around the yellow and black trompo.

She was currently practicing with her weapon of choice, a spinning top. Admittedly, she knew that this wasn't an effective weapon, but she felt that, if someone annoyed her, she could use it to get them to stop. So far, she had some trouble with making it spin properly. She was looking up several videos concerning that and she wanted to try out some tricks, but she was slowly getting impatient. She had placed a tray on her bed and attempted to hit it with the trompo, but she failed over and over again. It didn't help either that she had been informed the day before that her parents were at the hospital due to smoke inhalation, messing with her mind. While she knew that her parents were completely fine, having already returned home, it was still in the back of her mind, driving her to improve her skills with the trompo. She just wanted to get this right.

''Com'n!'' She threw her trompo once again, holding her breath as it flew over, finally landing in the tray and spinning. She fist-pumped. ''Yes!''

Taking a deep breath she observed the trompo as it spun, then glanced at the open closet, where a yellow and black costume hung. She grinned.

''Now, I'm ready.''