Tuesday
Collège Françoise Dupont
Miss. Bustier walked into class and placed the blue binder that she had been holding onto her desk and pulled out a stack of paper. Upon seeing this, most of the class secretly groaned. "Today, we'll be starting class by having a pop quiz on American history-" Before she could finish her sentence, someone was banging on the door. "Who's already interrupting class?"
Miss Bustier ran for the door to open it when Teacher PC stormed into the room carrying with him the drawing.
Alya turned to Marinette. "Who is that guy? I've never seen him."
"That's our normal teacher," Kyle answered. "He can be a bit... you'll see."
"Umm, there seems to be a problem between one of your students and one of my students that was just reported yesterday," PC chimed as he gave the drawing to the literature teacher, who, upon looking at it, gazed with eyes wide open in total shock.
Miss Bustier looked up. "Nathaniel? What is this?" She then held up the drawing, with almost enough force to throw it, in all its glory for the whole class to see. The students turned to a defeated Nathaniel.
"It's n-n-nothing-"
"Nathaniel, I understand you'd like to express your artistic freedom but not in such a violent manner!"
Teacher PC finished her sentence. "Especially to harass a student in your class! I just want this whole class to know that WE DO NOT FUCKING TOLERATE BULLYING HERE, ESPECIALLY ON SCHOOL GROUNDS! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?"
The whole class shook in silence. Whatever had happened, Nathaniel Kurtzberg was on the short end of the stick. And it wasn't anywhere near comfortable.
"Mr. Damocles would like to speak to you about this. Harassing your fellow students can lead to harsh punishment, young man." The way she had said 'young man' slid out of her young with a taste of bitterness. She clearly wasn't ecstatic about any of this.
She turned to PC. "This hasn't been the first time he was sent for something like this, unfortunately. The science teacher mentioned another separate incident."
"Thankfully we were able to stop this incident. Next time this happens to anyone here, just let me know."
Satisfied, Teacher PC walked out, but not before slamming the drawing onto her desk. At the sound, Miss. Bustier shook. Following him, Nathaniel walked out of the room, clutching his binder and his head low. When they both left, Adrien turned to Stan.
"That's what you have to deal with all the time?"
Somewhere in Paris...
A large cathedral window opened to the world, and the glare of light from the outside world bled through the damp and mysterious room. At the warning of the glow, groups of white butterflies flew around sporadically. All of a sudden, the echo of a staff erupted and broke the sounds of the fluttering of wings. The butterflies now began to glide towards the sound, and around the figure of a dark, strange man.
He tightened his grip as he felt a sense, and let out a grin of satisfaction. There were negative emotions, and they were rife in Paris.
"These new American students have created the perfect concoction of feelings of jealousy and shame, which will eventually lead to anger."
One of the white butterflies floated towards and onto his staff. The process was about to begin.
"It seems like our friend, the Evillustrator is ready for round two of bringing terror to those that choose to defy his artistry."
At the touch of the staff, the butterfly suddenly changed colors. No longer was it a serene white, but a darkened hue of black and purple.
"Fly away, little akuma! And evilize him once more!"
The akuma flew away from the staff and out into the world from a small opening. It was now ready to do its job.
As Nathaniel was walking towards the headmaster's office, his pen fell onto the floor. As if this had not just happened to him only months ago, he went back. But before he could take it the akuma landed on the pen. When he grabbed it, a purple aura shaped like the wings of a butterfly formed around his eyes, which had a red mark on it the shape of a mask.
"We meet once again, Evillustrator. I guess I don't have to introduce myself." The man from before began to telepathically speak to him.
"Hawkmoth." Nathaniel grinned. Now he had some real power. He could get back at everyone who had wronged him.
"I will give you power stronger than before, but you know you need to do. I require the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses, and then our little masterpiece will be complete."
A purple cloud engulfed his arm and soon the rest of his body. The Evillustrator was back and with a vengeance.
"Dude, that was the hardest test I've taken in a while and it wasn't even for algebra!" Cartman gleefully opened the door, psyched on getting to the bakery and filling his mouth with those raspberry macaroons.
"That wasn't a test. That was a pop quiz, and she made it purposefully easy." Stan countered.
"Whatever, Stan. Not all of us are fucking geniuses like you. Or did you just copy Kyle again like you always do?" Cartman smirked.
Stan yelled a "Shut up, fatass!" as the other three boys laughed at him.
They stepped off of the green metal stairs from the hallway of their classroom and onto the grey courtyard, where other students were already socializing before they had gotten there.
"Dude, I'm so hot in this," Kenny threw off his signature orange sweater.
Stan glanced in one direction and then back at Kenny almost immediately. "Kenny! Put your fucking jacket on! Wendy's nearby and I don't want her to see that you're more jacked than I am!"
Kenny laughed off his comment. "Why do you think I care about your little prude girlfriend? It's fucking hot here! I'd rather have her on my dick than melt!"
Stan, defeated, sighed and crossed his arms as he walked. It wasn't his fault that he was jealous, but neither was it Kenny's. Kenny had always been the strongest out of the boys, able to carry his younger sister out of harm's way when someone was threatening her safety. And those feelings of jealousy must have stayed the same even after all of these years.
It didn't phase Kenny, though. He bathed in it. He wasn't going to bring himself down to bring everyone else up. At least Stan actually had a girlfriend.
"So... are we going to that fucking bakery or not? You guys do realize I'm fucking starving here, right?" Cartman grunted.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "You are such a fatass, dude."
Meanwhile...
The Evillustrator stood on top of the roof and peered into the school courtyard.
This was perfect. He just stood there like a fool, ready for someone to attack him and fall into disgrace. It was his fault that this had happened, for what he did to his beloved. And he didn't even confront him about it, he just stuck his teacher to do all of the dirty work.
He was pathetic, and after he was done with him the entire school would know, and so would Marinette. He smiled at that.
But it took only one blink for them to simply disappear. He grunted and pulled out his tablet. If they were nowhere to be found, he was going to do what it took to find wherever that McCormick was. Even if it meant locking everyone else up so they wouldn't disrupt his master plans.
He pulled out his stylus and sketched out a padlock with chains big enough to surround the large, red door that served as the entrance. When he finished, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop until he got to his final destination.
Outside of Tom Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie
"They didn't have enough raspberry macaroons so that Asian chick gave me a few of the strawberry ones instead," Cartman had probably caused the bakers to hide the remaining stock, "which are complete fucking garbage if you ask me."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, dude." Kyle countered.
Out of nowhere, one of the backpacks began to vibrate. Stan urgently reached for one of the pockets in his backpack and got out his phone.
"It's Wendy." He picked up the call. "Hey, babe-"
"Stan! This is urgent! Where the hell are you?" He could hear the sounds of someone running through the other line.
"At that bakery again, why?"
The other line went silent.
"Wendy? What the hell is going on back there?"
"Listen... I can't describe what's happening. There's this guy, with purple skin and red hair, and he just drew a lock on the school door! And now... he's looking for Kenny!"
"What's he going to do if he's not here?"
The other line went silent again, but this time no one picked up.
"Wendy? WENDY?" He hung up the call, in disbelief.
"What the hell happened?" Kyle asked.
At the sight of the Evillustrator, the whole courtyard went berserk. Left and right, people were running to whatever was big enough to hide them.
But that looked like it didn't interfere with any of his plans. He was going to find that McCormick kid, and he probably wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Hey, you weirdo!" Chloé was banging on the door with both fists. "Take out that stupid lock or else I'll call my Daddy and you'll be sorry!"
"You should be sorry for what you've done to this school, Chloé! You were the one who helped me find my artistic muse!" He then began drawing on his tablet and unleashed a humongous fan that blew her away from the door, sending her crashing into the wall.
Chloé looked down at her yellow jacket and looked like she was about to break. "Ugh! That was a designer jacket you just ruined!"
"But you're not who I'm really looking for, you're just a mere distraction. I'm looking for Kenny McCormick, your classmate who started this mess."
On the other side of the courtyard, Marinette ran to the bathroom and slammed one of the doors shut. She clawed her purse open, and Tikki flew out.
"Kenny, getting Nathaniel mad enough for him to get akumatized again? But he's at the bakery. Something really strange is going on. It's time to transform!"
"Tikki, spots on!"
Behind one of the green staircases, Adrien opened one of his shirt pockets and Plagg flew out.
"Looks like the Evillustrator isn't done with his grand masterpiece yet. It's time to transform!"
"Plagg, claws out!"
Outside of Tom Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie
"Someone at that school has gone crazy, and he's pissed off at all of us!" Cartman was attempting to reach any number that he had, but with no success. Whoever had done this had a lot of spare time to plan it.
"What the hell are you talking about? If anything, he's pissed at Kenny for working with Marinette more than all of us combined!" Kyle countered.
Kenny peered at the sky. "I have an idea."
Everyone stopped to look at him. "You're the one he's pissed off at! What the hell are you going to do?" Kyle angrily retorted.
"Dude, calm down. He probably has more of a plan than anyone else here." Stan countered.
"We're going back to the room, there's something that I brought that I thought I wouldn't need, but I guess I do now."
Back at the hotel and in their shared room, Kenny opened his old black suitcase and threw off the top. Inside and on the top of the other clothing was a familiar sight from when they were just in fourth grade. While Stan and Cartman were still downstairs wrapping up the rest of Kenny's plan, Kyle looked at what was under him, confused.
"We stopped playing superheroes, like, five years ago."
He sighed. "You have to be fucking kidding. There's absolutely no way you can just walk in there wearing that and not have your ass handed to you." He was now sitting on a wooden chair next to the table.
Kenny, in the other side of the room, was attempting to wrestle on the purple suit that made up the majority of his superhero garb.
"Trust me, it's going to work. This guy might be batshit insane, but probably not school shooter levels."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Whatever floats your boat, dude."
Stan walked in with a pack of smoke bombs. "Cartman has the belt, he's still downstairs." he turned to the other boys. "So, what are you doing again?"
"Stan, what Kenny's doing is nothing but a suicide mission. Dude, this isn't fourth grade anymore. This is some serious, messed up shit-"
Cartman barged through the door, the brown utility belt barely hanging on his shoulder. "I just got through Butters. Turn on the TV."
Despite this, nobody moved in the room one bit, not even Kenny.
"Someone fucking turn it on, goddamnit!" He towards where the remote was and swiped it. He then turned the TV on.
On the small flat screen, two heroes who wore a similar garb to Kenny were fighting a man. One of them, a girl with a red costume with perpendicular black spots like a ladybug, was attempting to hit him with a yo-yo, albeit without success. The other hero, a boy in a black cat costume was behind her, holding a metal retracting pipe.
The boys all looked at each other. "Wait, are we still on the channel that had Terrance and Phillip on it?" Stan asked.
Kyle pressed on the menu button. "Nope. It's the news channel."
"Then why the hell is this on the news?"
Cartman sneered. "Guys, I don't think we can trust her. She's a ginge."
Kyle lashed out. "Dude, this is serious! All of our friends are locked in that building and now Kenny here wants to fucking play superheroes with the other two idiots!"
"Hold up. They're focusing the guy now." Stan pointed to a man who had matched the same description that Wendy has claimed on the phone. With purple skin and wild red hair, add on top a beret and a drawing tablet that could mysteriously summon anything at will. He was walking backwards as the two heroes were trying to get a hit out of him.
"Real villains can't just pussy around using an iPad to do everything for them! That's so fucking pathetic!" Cartman growled. "I can't believe you're actually scared of him, Kyle."
"Yeah, because I'm actually concerned about the well-being of my friends unlike you."
The Evillustrator turned towards where the cameras were, and let out a menacing smirk. "Well, you're friends are waiting on you, McCormick. I can keep them here all day if I must. I know you wouldn't want to see your poor Marinette in the hands of who you see as the villain.
Hearing 'your poor Marinette', Cartman let out a chuckle, but that was soon gone when Kyle shot him a glare.
Kenny sighed. "Guys, I've got this under control. If they can beat him up with a yo-yo and a pipe, then this will be easy. My sister's school bully was Rocky Balboa compared to this."
He dragged down a black mask that left half of his face virtually covered, and cleared his throat. "All I'm concerned is that I'm going to be this kid's worst fucking nightmare if I'm not already."
Courtyard, Collège Françoise Dupont
Ladybug threw her yo-yo at the Evillustrator, which was able to catch him and tie him up. However, it was to no use as he snapped himself out of its grasp.
"Hah! Do you really think you can stop me with that?"
Ladybug turned her head towards Chat Noir. "Chat Noir! What are we going to do? We just can't take him!"
The Evillustrator laughed. "I know all of your silly little tricks, and now that I'm back, I'll erase whatever glory you had! There's nothing you can do!"
"Maybe we're going to have to go back to the drawing board on this one?" Chat yelled. He then looked down at the courtyard. "Good thing I have these cat reflexes."
Ladybug turned to him again. "Chat Noir! What are you doing?"
"This kitty cat's gonna jump from something that isn't a tree!" He leaped from the roof back onto the courtyard floor. He was most likely going to attempt to pounce on the Evillustrator so that Ladybug could make an easy sweep and save the day. But something just didn't feel right.
"What's that going to do to help us?"
"Just trust me on this!"
Without hesitation and the two of them looking, the Evillustrator swiped at his pen and began to sketch in his tablet. Suddenly, a box appeared around Chat Noir as his trusty baron fell away from his reach.
The crowd flinched in horror.
Chat looked up, now well aware of his surroundings, and began to bang at the box. "You have to be kitten me! Not again! Where's an eraser when you need it?"
The Evillustrator was not phased with his pleas. In fact, he was pleased. "Now that your partner in crime has been taken out, I'll be taking the pleasure with taking out Ladybug herself!
Chat shrugged. "I guess I'm out of the picture for this one, m'lady."
Ladybug grunted. It was going to have to be a 1v1 now until Chat would realize that he could just use his fists to push himself out of the box like they had done only months ago, albeit, as Marinette and with a baton.
Out of nowhere, a smoke bomb erupted, letting out waves of mauve smoke onto the rooftop. Ladybug coughed.
"This better not be one of your stupid tricks, Evillustrator!"
"Trick? What are you talking about-" He turned to the epicenter of smoke, which suddenly punched him and threw him onto the floor.
The Evillustrator attempted to sit up but was thrown down yet again, with an even stronger force, still clutching his tablet.
In shock, Ladybug froze. "Who are you?"
The smoke began to vanish, and a figure was becoming easier to distinguish. He was wearing a cape, which flew behind his back as he stood above the Evillustrator. A question mark was on the top of his hood, connected to what must've been a well-secured spring
The mysterious figure only laughed. "Today, you crossed paths with the wrong immortal freshman."
