PS. Chapter word count: 436

PSS. No update schedule, will update either as I make chapters or as I want.

Adrien was pissed. Not at his dad, or Chloe, or even Hawk Moth. Adrien Agreste was pissed because just this year, he began getting out of the house more, making friends, doing more things for himself, being a little more selfish, not in a bad way, but just not doing everything his father expects of him. It's almost as if he was made to be in isolation though, because there was a virus going around called Covid19. He was once again isolated from everyone and everything.

"It's not that bad," Plagg offered, seeing the look of sadness on his chosen's face.

The blond looked at the kwami, "Plagg, I was isolated my entire life, and I finally make friends, but then out of literally nowhere, I'm isolated again!"

"I'm here."

Those words brought a smile to Adrien's face, "You are, aren't you Plagg?"

"And trust me kid, this is way better than Cholera which sadly ended just a few years before Master Fu's centimonster, meaning I spent my last years of being active in a virus!" (I looked that up and the timeline matches up...)

"I know it's just so frustrating, but what makes this any better?"

Plagg picked the forced model's phone up, "You can call, face time, text, and all in all, still communicate with your friends."

"You are right…"

"And risk is way, way lower. You have crazy good medicine and doctors now, and masks, you know how viruses spread, you know how to create vaccines, and all you really need to do is stay home."

"I guess your right."

"Heck yeah I am! You, unlike the people in the plague, you live in a very high tech time and can see how vaccines are going."

Adrien got up from his spot on the bed and walked over to his monitor, an image of his smiling, young mom looking at him. "I wonder what Mom would do in this situation."

"I never met her," The kwami began, flying up to his friend, "But I bet she would try everything in her power to entertain you."

"But sadly, she's not here now…"

The miniature god of destruction hugged his charge's cheek, "She may not be here anymore, but I'm here now."

Adrien felt a tear roll down his cheek, making the tiny cat's head damp as he backed away, sitting on the desk next to a framed picture of baby Adrien with his Mom and Dad. "Thanks Plagg, maybe this wont be so bad as long as your here," He hoped, patting said kwami on the head.

"We'll get through this Adrien, I promise."

PSS. I had this on my mind for a while now, this conversation replayed in my mind over and over again, but I never wrote it. That part where Adrien pets Plagg's head and says those words, was my favorite part, and probably why I turned one of my 20 daily day dreams into a story. I don't think covid is cannon there because they'd have to mention quarantine every now and then but they are done writing like season five, and season 3 takes place in 2016 or something, but how would Adrien react to quarantine?

PSS. What do you want to see Adrien and Plagg do? I live for reviews, ideas, constructive criticism, etc.