"Marinette is Ladybug!" I shouted. "Oh my gosh, there is a god and he love's me so dearly! Oh thank you holy father for this gift you have bestowed onto me! Bless it be thy fruit...why am I doing bible verses...was that a bible verse?

"So..." I started, play it cool! "What are you doing here?"

*Adrien and Marinette walks in front of the screen*

A:Okay, not to sound mean or anything...

M: Which you are!

A: But I am going to skip this part because...well...

M: He says some weird stuff that he doesn't want you guys to know about.

A: Anyway! Were going to skip to school where Marinette walks in. Enjoy!

*Adrien and Marinette then leave the area before the scene continues but from Adrien's POV*


(Agreste Mansion, 5 AM)

"Tell me again why the fabric hasn't come in yet?" My father growled at the person on the other line of his cell. I was currently in my father's room cleaning his cane while sitting on his bed. Why? I will explain later.

"Well get it in, Miss Duba needs that dress before the Grammy's!" My father growled before hanging up the phone. In anger, he throws the small device to his bed before looking at me. "Are you done yet?"

"Depends, are you off your period?" I asked. A second later I received a smack on the front of my head. "OW!"

"Don't get smart with me you BDSM looking fuck!"

"Oh, this coming from the man whose logo is a butterfly, but for some weird reason his name is a moth! You do realize they are two different bugs right?"

"Do you realize that I do not have the patience nor the sanity to listen to you right now. I am stressed to the point that I can't sleep or even eat! Let alone get my work done. So could you please be supportive for once!" My father growled back at me.

"I am sorry dad, it's just, and stay with me..." I took a deep breath, holding it in, I open my mouth to say: "My future wife is possibly going to become the next fox girl and I am dating Chloe! Plus, her father is a psychopath that can ruin our lives in one snap of his fat fingers. And the sad thing is, that is not the worst part of my life so far. No, it's not. What is currently the worst part of my life right is the fact that we current...oh! Let me take a breath on that one!"

"You have a second." My father responded.

"Okay!" I said. Clearing my throat a bit, I take a big breath of air before saying: "THERE IS 239 BILLION DOLLARS OF AMERICAN COCAINE IN OUR BASEMENT!"

"The kitchen actually." My father responded.

"WHY THE FUCK IS IT THERE!?"

"Tikki and Plagg couldn't move it to the attic...because started to eat it." My father said in shame, this is the first time I have seen him annoyed by his own choices.

"Why is Plagg eating the cocaine? We only had it in the house for like an hour." I asked.

"Nooroo sneezed into and that's how it got started." Gabriel muttered. "Now he won't stop."

"So left a bunch of cocaine in the kitchen, clear for him to grab and eat?"

"It's in the basement kitchen, you know, the one we use for...sex parties." My father said in shame.

"Ugh..." I muttered. I wanted to-

HOLD UP!

*Scene stops again, Marinette and Adrien walk in front of it.*

M:When did you get Cocaine!?

A: After you left the club.

M: Adrien you can't skip important scenes like that!

A: I forgot.

M: Adrien!

A: Fine, lets rewind!

*Adrien and Marinette walks away from the paused scene before it rewinds back to Chat Noir and Ladybug*

"Come on Ladybug."

I said as I escort her to the inside of the Bakery. Even though my love wasn't fully drunk, I didn't feel like leaving her in a car with a random driver. I will be damned if someone took advantage of my bug-a-boo! Anyway, once inside the bakery, I threw her over my shoulder then gently walk her to her room. Which was difficult considering she lived in an addict of some sort. It was nice to be honest. Setting her on her feet, I watched her yawn as she walks over to her desk and sighs.

"Chat, why are you here?" She asked as she stared down at a picture of me on her desk. It was so cute, but I couldn't giggle. The last thing I need was her parents coming in. So, I gently push her towards her bed and removed her shoes before throwing the covers over her. I leaned into her ear and whispered:

"You took an Guber here before the sun rose." I whispered. I was told once that you can put fake memories into a person's head when they are in this sort of drunken state.

"Okay..." Ladybug muttered before turning her body around. I stood there for a few minutes, waiting to hear the beautiful sound of snoring. To my luck, it didn't take long. She was out like a light, and like a cat, I took my leave quietly, leaving her keys in on the front door of her apartment home. Once outside, I take a breath of relief.

"My god, that was fun!" I said with a giggle. Twirling in the pitch black streets of Paris, I couldn't help but feel like I was flying. The world has given me a second chance at love! Oh my gosh, I can't wait for...oh no, she hates me. Well, she hates Adrien, shit, I need to figure out how to make her love Adrien again. I can't wear this mask forever. Ugh, fuck it! Its 2 AM and I am going to bed!

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

Oh, a text message! I dig into my pocket and pull out my phone to see that I have received a message from my father. Unlocking my phone, I respond to my father's text:

CN: Hello?

HM: Where are you.

CN: Dupin Bakery, long story.

HM: I don't care, I am coming to get you.

CN: Y?

HM: The shipment is here

Oh crap, with all the excitement I completely forgot about the shipment. The shipment is something the Mayor ordered in from America from the black market. My father and I learned of this when one of the contrubiters informed us of. Why is it important you ask? Well, my father and I learned that he used about 89% of taxpayers money for this order. And basically, my father and I are just curious what he was brought into Paris that was worth about...I don't know, let's say 89.93 billion dollars. Yea, a lot of money!

My father comes driving in front of me in his neon purple Koenigsegg CCX, one of the newer models I believe. I am not 100% sure to be honest. The passenger opens for me, allowing me to climb in and put my feet up to relax. Once the door closed, I looked out the black tinted window. My father was dressed in his purple suit he wore to the club with his mask still on.

"What do you think he brought to Paris?" I asked.

"I don't know, but if I were a betting man, I'd say drugs like last time. Your mother didn't seem to think other wise." My father responded, oh, I am sorry. I mean Hawk Moth responded.

"Mom would have had this in the bag right now, without the necessary means of dressing in costume." I muttered.

"Do you want revenge?" He asked.

"With all my heart and soul." I responded.

"Then shut up." Hawkmoth said to me. It didn't take long to get to our destination since this is basically a sports car and there was no one on the road. We drove towards the dock on the east side of downtown. Once there, we find ourselves being stopped by two men in black suites. Before we could do anything, we were ordered to get out of the car. Ugh, so it comes to this. I really shouldn't have had that martini.

"You're more flexible, could you?" My father asked me as we watched both of them walk over to each side of the car. One man on my side and one on his. Well, I do need some exercise.

"I got this." I muttered.

Swinging the door opened, I launched at one of the men to the ground. Raising my fist in the air, I punched his lights out, then getting to my toes, I launched my body into the air. Landing on the hood of the car, and scaring the asshole next to my father's door. He gasped before reaching into his pocket to grabs a gun, I removed my belt from my waist, swinging my arm around, the metal part of my belt wraps around his neck. I then pulled it, forcing him to fly to the other side of the car and landing on his friend. Both unconscious assholes's down.

"Easy." I said.

"You missed one." My father said as he points the end of his cane at me. A second later smoke appears out of it, it shot a dart to a man right behind me.

"Ops." I muttered, forcing my father to roll his eyes.

"Come, I want to see what the shipment is." My father said as he walks towards the tents near the docks. I rolled my eyes as I reached into the car to get my weapon. I then jump off the hood and followed him. There weren't that many men here, but a large yate and...teens? Oh my god, there were teenagers lying on the sands with their hands and feet chained to each other. They were being escorted into a giant truck one by one. All of them in white underwear...holy shit!

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked.

"Sex Trafficking." My father responded. "Oh god, this is worse than I thought..."

"We have to help them!" I said.

"Obviously!" My father said as he pulls his cell phone from his pocket. As he makes his call, I notice a man pushing a wooden-metal looking cart of white taped bricks. Huh, I wonder what that is?

"The police will be here is about 15 minutes." My father said.

"15 minutes, they might be gone by then!" I said.

"We don't get involve." My father muttered to me.

"But those are kids!" I shouted. "Dad, we have to help them! They are getting packed into a truck for Christ sake!"

"Ugh, fine. Go help them, I will be...is that cocaine?" My father asked when he saw the man with the cart.

"I'm off, you do you." I told him before running over to the truck. Without thinking, I pulled my baton out from my back and bash some heads in. Doesn't take long, these guys didn't seem to know how to fight. Id say in two minutes I was able to take everyone in the area down. These guys should start carrying guns. Anyway, walking over to the truck, I push the doors open to see the kids crowding against one another for warmth.

"Holy shit!" I spoke before jumping inside, removing one of their masks, the boy gasp at the sight of me.

"Hello!" I said. Only for the boy to...wait a minute. He's speaking in English! (The show's French, so I am going to make Adrien speak English in this part since he's French)

"Are you okay?" I asked in English.

"No..." The boy said. "Where am I?"

"Paris." I said.

"Paris!?"

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"Miami! I was...I was walking home...and...and..." The boy was lost for words. Now that I am examining his body, it would appear that he was malnourished. And for some weird reason, he had purple dots on his neck. Was he injected with something? Also Miami? Isn't that a state in America? The fuck is going on here!?

"Uh...me...go!" I said. "Help is coming!"

"But..." The boy spoke. I jumped out of the truck and walked over to a man I beat up. Grabbing what appeared to be keys to their chains. I threw the silver objects to the kids before saying:

"Forget me!" I said before turning around to run. I ran straight back to my father's car to see him pushing his trunk closed. Did he put something in there by chance?

"Get in!" My father shouted at me. In haste, I rushed in and jump into the passenger seat. I could hear the police sirens. My father backs the car into a bunch of bushes near the entrance of the highway. Once the police passed us, he drives down the road. A little boring, I like a car chase, but the cops have more important things to worry about, like those kids. Once we got home, I followed my father to-WHAT THE FUCK!?

"COCAINE!?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. This led to my father bitch slapping me across the face.

"Do you want our neighbors to hear you?" My father asked.

"We have orgies here every last day of the month, no one gives a shit!" I shouted. "Why the fuck did you grab the cocaine!?"

"I am shocked you recognized it."

"They looked like bricks from far away!" I shouted. "And that doesn't answer my question!"

"Why are you acting this way?"

"You brought a trunk full of cocaine to our house where a cocaine addict is living!" I growled. "Have you forgotten about Plagg?"

"He will be fine, besides I only grabbed it because I can't afford it getting into the mayor's hands."

"What do you mean!?" I asked.

"Look, the kids can be returned home, but the cocaine is something that can't. Plus, he has dirty cops on his payroll." My father explained. "We will get rid of it tomorrow night."

"Good! Let's take it to the ocean and dump it there." I said. "How long do you think it will take to dissolve?"

*Adrien and Marinette walk in front of screen again*

A: Happy?

M: Its weird, I feel like laughing.

A: Ugh! Let's get back to where I left off then!

M: Okay!

*Adrien and Marinette walk away from the screen as the scene from earlier plays*

"Forget that even existed." I muttered.

"Just go to sleep Adrien, you have school in about three hours. I will wake you up when it is 7:30." My father said to me.

"Good enough!" I said before laying back on his bed. My father barely uses his bed so I don't mind sleeping in it. I begin to relax as my eyelids started to feel heavy. I am falling asleep.

*CRASH*

Well...was about to fall asleep.

Raising my upper body up, my father and I ran out the room, down the stairs and into the living room to find my bodyguard eating cocaine from the actual package. No joke, he was eating it pure! My guardian everyone, this is one of the three people that raised me as a child. And if you're wondering why he is a cocaine addict...well, he had a shitty life. Tikki and Nooroo were just watching him in shame.

"Oh what the shit Nooroo!?" My father shouted.

"Why are you screaming at me, you know how he gets!?" Nooroo shouted back at my father. Ah, Nooroo! second sane person of the three who raised me. This may sound insulting...but I don't Nooroo's gender. I mean, Nooroo looks like a guy, sounds like and acts like a guy, but I think otherwise. I don't, I just call Nooroo...Nooroo, no seriously, I don't know what Nooroo's gender is. Nooroo a few inches smaller than my father, long purple hair on the left side while the right was bald, Nooroo wore a white shirt with purple khaki pants. Nooroo always hits on guys, I am scared to say it but I think Nooroo had a romantic relationship with my dad at some point.

"Its funny, I could have sworn I locked the door." Tikki said. She was basically the sane one of the three. True, she had made some horrible mistakes, but she did them to keep us out of trouble. Tikki uses to be a toy marketer before her company shut down and blamed her for their fall because they did not listen to her when she warned them about the exploding toys. Long story short, she somehow ended up with us, mostly Plagg. I am still shocked to know that they are dating, and they have been together since...shit, I think seven years now. Anyway, Tikki had long wavy red hair and blue eyes with a black dot on her forehead. She always wore a red button up dress with black tights and red pumps. She had a bit of a curvy figure...eh, she had a pear figure. Which I think is hot, she had a huge ass that attracted a lot of men in her life. A lot, the number, I don't know to be exact.

"You didn't lock the vents." Plagg said. My dear Plagg, the first of the three my dad hired. Plagg has been having a shitty life since the beginning of his life! Crack whore mom, alcoholic dad, abusive step-father/mother's pimp. Then when he was 18, he moved to America to join the army, much that did him. He worked his ass off to become the best, then at the bright of his career, they fired him because of a new law that passed that wouldn't allow any none born American citizens to be part of the Army. After that, he became washed up and was forced to come back to Paris. My father found him and hired him to become a bodyguard for the family. And to be honest, he actually does a good job, taught me everything I know. Plagg has messy pitch black hair, green bright eyes that are somewhat similar to mine, well-built body and always dressed in black.

"Why would I have to lock the vents!? Is that even a thing?" Tikki asked.

"Is no one going to take the cocaine from him?" My father asked.

"You asking me to take a drug out of the hands of a trained killer?" Nooroo asked. Nooroo had a point there.

"Yes!" Gabriel growled.

"Naw, I'll just wait until he OD's." Nooroo said.

"Dark." I said.

"I am not having a repeat of 07! Giving me the cocaine Plagg!" My father shouted. Plagg turns his head to my father and hissed like a cat before jumping on the coffee table. He then runs into the next room on literally three of the four limbs he has. My father chases after him in haste. I was about to follow, but I was stopped when Nat, my dad's assistance, enters the room. Her eyes widen at the sight of powder cocaine on the ground. Pressing her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose, she takes a deep breath and asks:

"He got into the cocaine didn't he?" She asked.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS!?" I asked, no seriously, how did she know!? I was with my father since we got it...except for the part where he was instructing Tikki to bring it in. I don't know why but Nat just annoys me by being near me. I don't mean to be mean to her, it just happens.

"Oh calm down, your father texted me!" Nat shouted at me. "Speaking of your father, where is he?"

Her question was soon answered by a LOUD crashing sound coming from the den. Oh sweet mercy, please tell me dad didn't shoot Plagg. In haste, the four of us run to the den to find everything broken, but my father up against the wall, unconscious.

"DAD!" I shouted before Nat and I ran over to limp body. Pressing my fingers to his neck, I felt his pulse beating.

"Oh good, he's still alive." I said. Nat pushes my father's body to the side, revealing a stain of blood coming from the back of his head.

"Oh shit." I said in shock.

"Okay..." Nat muttered as she stands up. "Not only do I have to get you to school, I now have to come up with a story to tell the doctors after I bring not only your injured father to the hospital, but also your cocaine friend. Who I might add, might OD in the next few minutes."

"That's if we can stop him from getting to the sex-chamber kitchen." I said.

"What's there?"

"The rest of the Cocaine." I told her. Her left eye twitches in disbelief for a bit before she regained herself. Shaking her head a bit, she walks into my father's office. Once inside, she grabs one of the paintings and sets it down on the ground, revealing my father's stash of guns. She pulls out four metal guns and throws two in my direction. Oh wait, these are my dad's tranquilizer guns! Genius woman!

"Okay, find Plagg and put him down."

"WOMAN!?"

"With sleeping darts...Jesus I hope these are sleeping darts." Nat said before walking out my father's office. She looks over to Tikki and Nooroo.

"You guys clean up." She said. "And possibly stop the bleeding that Gabriel is currently suffering from."

"Oh balls..." Nooroo muttered.

"Seriously!" I growled. "You're going to leave my father in the hands of these two idiots?"

"Hey!" Tikki shouted.

"Oh shut up!" I growled.

"You're possibly the only other person good with a gun, so yes, I am leaving your father with them." She growled. "Come on sourpuss, we have an addict to take care of."

"He's my guardian!" I growled.

"A cocaine-addicted guardian that body slammed your father into a wall!" She shouted at me. Okay, she had a point! So, I lead her to the basement where we pretty much had basically a second house. The basement had four rooms, with a main room, a kitchen, living room area, and a hot pool.

"Do I dare asked why you have a sex chamber room with multiple toys of disgusting pleasure."

"You know my dad and I host sex parties and bar mitzvah down here." I said.

"I am not even..." Nat muttered, It didn't take long for us to find Plagg eating away at a large amount of Cocaine on the ground.

"Plagg?" I asked. Making his green eyes flash in front of me before I could react. Grabbing me by the shoulder, he lifts me up to the air while not breaking eye contact.

"Plagg no!" Nat shouted before jumping on top of him, only to be thrown like a rag doll onto the cocaine, I soon followed when he threw me. My face landed right on top of an open bag he was eating from. Lifting my head up, I could literally feel my lungs inhale the powder. Oh no!

"Dicks..." Nat moaned as she gets to her feet. "Fucking ape strength bullshit!"

"Yea, I forgot to mention that he becomes hell of a lot stronger and faster. That's how the US trained their agents."

"They used cocaine!?"

"So I heard." I said. This is all rumors I hear when I meet some of my dad's friends from the US. whatever they are doing there, I do not want to find out. "Explain his addiction, or his mother."

"CAN WE FOCUS!?" Nat shouted at me. Getting to my feet, we head upstairs to find Plagg rummaging through my kitchen. Without a second thought, Nat and I point our guns and fire sbout...50 darts into his back. Causing the man to fall to the ground in a twitching motion.

"I wonder how bad traffic is." Nat asked me, by accident I snapped at her and shouted:

"We just shot my guardian with 50 darts that have enough potency to knock out an elephant! Where the hell did that fucking question come from!?"

"The area of which your manners were left, because you seem not to have any."

"I do, not towards you!" I growled. "Because if you haven't notice, I just injected enough tranquilizer into my already high on cocaine guardian to possibly stop his heart and his brain function."

"I don't have time for this! In case your spoiled blonde ass forgotten, we have an addict about to OD and your father is bleeding to death in the den! Now grab your bookbag, your fake cute smile and get the fuck in the car outside as I talk to the red-haired hooker, the unknown gender person and the addict!"

"Less attitude, thank you!" I growled. I am guessing she ignored my words.

"Me!? Your the fucked up child who can't stop cursing for one second!"

"Believe it or not, I have been filtering everything I have been saying this last hour!"

"Add a blocker then help me with your father! The quicker I do this the quicker he won't try to kill your guardian when he wakes up!" Nat growled at me. Doing as she said, I helped her with both Plagg and my dad into the car where my family drive was waiting for us inside. Big dude with no brains basically. Once inside, I looked over at her and asked:

"Why are you here?"

"To fix your messes." Nat said to me.

"I think your lying." I said.

"I am not."

"You're here to get with my dad." I said. Her face turned red as an apple, I was joking when I said that too! Oh my gosh this will be so much fun!

"N-NO! That is not it, wipe that smirk off your face!" She growled at me.

"Oh, another cunt wanting to jump into bed with this blowfish." I said.

"Did you just call me a cunt?"

"I call every woman who tries to bang my dad a cunt. And trust me, there has been a lot! But I must say, you defiantly avoided my cunt radar for a very long time. Bravo, and for that, I give you my blessings." I said before clapping my hands a bit.

"Blessings for what?"

"To fuck my dad."

"That is your father young man!" Nat yelled at me. "Who I might add is bleeding on the leather seats!"

"Yea, yea! Back to fucking my dad!"

"Are you serious!?"

"Look, my dad actually has a horrible sex-crazed mind, but he hasn't done since...well my mom died." I said. As I continue to talk, Nat scraps off some cocaine off my top and licks it.

"Oh shit." Nat said.

"What?" I asked.

"You are covered in black llama!"

"What?"

"Its a type of cocaine Adrien! This shit is hardcore, it's like the cocaine from China but it doesn't kill you later on after one hit!"

"That's racist."

"Oh my god, every country has its own drugs." She growled in annoyance. "Oh fuck, and you snorted that shit!"

"Eh, I handled worse."

"Worse!?"

"I'm joking! The only drug I have ever done is weed. I still smoke it when I get horny."

"How old are you?"

"Let's just say I am 18." I said. Hehehehehe...

"Your a sick little fuck, no wonder that girl doesn't want to date, what's her name? Marinette or something. She'd be lucky if she found the sense not to date you, let alone look at you. God forbid your gene pool continues." Nat said...

Okay, I would like to make a HUGE NOTE that these next few words are not me, its the drug. Because, I am mean, but I am not this upcoming mean. Warned? Okay, just telling you!

"Okay, you listen here..." I started. " How long have you been here huh? Three years?"

"Two." Nat responded.

"Okay, Two! Not enough time to get the background to explain the reason why I am like this, so I am going to half-ass it. I live in a house with four fucked up minded people. The one I am related to, yes my father, is the worst of them all. How you may ask? Its simple, he left me in the hands of unknown gender person, a red-haired slut and cocaine-addicted trained killer! Who I would gladly take a bullet for if it saved ANY of their life's expect for my father. Why you make ask? Because this piece of shit is the main reason I am fucked up in the head! He is the main reason I can't express my feelings, I had to start school in my sophomore year, and basically the WHOLE reason I am who I am today! A sex crazed, possibly bi-polar, depressed, some-what anti-social, liquor drinking hot model! Now I have accepted that in my life, there is nothing changing that. But I will not accept the woman I love to be insulted by a middle-aged cunt who doesn't know one fucking thing about me OR my fucked up family! Now then, pack your wannabe mean bitch shit, bounce on that dick, and jump off that big fat vibrating 100-inch dildo that you are currently riding on top of that fucking high horse you seem to think you are on! And I swear to the heavens above, if you EVER say anything about Marinette, I swear, as GOD as my witness! I will ram my baton up your tight ass so far while I skull fuck you, you will cry at the realization that in some form of way without the power of drugs or even anything but words, cause I think rape is an awful thing to do to someone, that I have manage to fuck you and make you feel like a shameful bitch in heat you really are! DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY WORDS!?"

"Feelings the spice of the black llama, huh?" Nat asked, wow, she wasn't even phased by my words. I feel...a bit insulted! but alive!

"OH YEA MUTHAFUCKA!" I shouted. I feel so alive! Like I drank about 100 espressos in one minute! "Quick question, which arms hurt when your about to have a heart attack?"

"Maybe you shouldn't go to school..." Nat said. And honestly, I wanted to listen to her words. This morning was pretty hectic, plus my dad is in some sort of coma.

"Maybe your right-

*DING-DONG*

Huh, someone was at the door. I wonder who that could be, especially at this hour.

"Oh, what fresh new hell is this!?" Nat growled before walking away from the car. I follow her upstairs to my living room, which was still covered in powder and cocaine, I have been saying cocaine a lot in this chapter. I need to do a word count when I have a chance.

"CHLOE!" Nat shouted, making me run to the staircase and hide. Oh no, I am not ready! I am not ready for this! Also, my lips feel very funny. Oh shit!

*Screen fades and Adrien and Marinette walks in front of it.*

A: Okay, I am going to end it here.

M: Is this really what happened to you that day?

A: This is my mornings Mari, and lets me just say, it's going to get weirder.

M: Okay...


Kikkie: That was a long chapter! Anyway, thank you for reading, please review! Also, I was watching Archer when I made this chapter. Oh my gosh, the creator is a genius!