The school bell abruptly rang to signal to everyone that school had ended. Almost immediately, every chair screeched as it was being pushed back as the people who had sat there began to stand up.

"Don't forget about tomorrow!" Marinette yelled to Kenny as he walked towards his friends who were already standing near the door. He shot back a simple nod. And she waved back.

Kyle looked at Kenny as they walked out of the room. "Dude, you already... this early...?"

"No. It's just for the project."

"Yeah, totally for 'the project' and nothing else," the three chuckled as Kenny looked disappointed as if he had been expecting that jab from miles away.

They were walking down the stairs of the entrance when Stan almost tripped from staring down at his phone. He grabbed onto the railings to catch himself and grabbed his phone while it was airborne.

"Oh, shit!" He clutched onto his phone but was alerted with a notification. "What the hell is this?" He pressed onto a link that sent him to the same blog that Marinette had just shown Kenny only moments ago.

A video popped up on his screen. It was the same video that they had seen right after the battle.

Despite this, Stan scrolled down. They probably didn't want to see the same video that they had just watched.

Cartman glanced from over his shoulder. "Who is Mysterion?" He snickered. "It's not like literally everyone knows who he is."

"Well, watch the video!" Stan scrolled back up.

Alya had pulled up a clear picture of Mysterion and began circling it with her mouse. "Ladyblog! I think I might have a few leads on this guy!"

"Okay, this might sound crazy... but I have more than one idea on who he is, but they're only theories. I'll post about it tomorrow. Until then, stay tuned!

The video stopped. The Boys all glanced at each other, completely surprised.

"What a fucking cheat! She can't just discover who he is by one video!" Cartman angrily spouted. "Someone has to stop her, goddamnit!"

"I think I can," Kyle spoke up.

Cartman scoffed at the idea. "What are you going to do, use your Jew magic to force her to delete it again?"

"Dude, she's doing this on a blog. It's not that hard to hack into someone's blog, find and delete the post if she's got it queued, which she probably does."

"So, you're just going to hack into her blog? Do we even have a computer to do it on?" Stan asked.

Kenny suddenly threw down his backpack and began to shuffle through it, until he stopped and began to mutter under his breath.

"What is it, dude?" They turned to him.

"Fuck, I forgot that fucking tablet we got in the classroom." He facepalmed and sighed. "I swear to fucking God..."

"Are you sure that's his tablet, Marinette?" Tikki glanced down at the black tablet. "It could be anyone's."

"I'm sure it is. It was on the same table we worked at. I can't believe he even forgot it in the first place!"

Everyone received a tablet on the first day of school. They used them to read what was assigned and to work on assignments. If you didn't have one, you were going to have a bad time.

"How are you going to give it back? You aren't seeing him until tomorrow."

Suddenly, nearby a group of boys began to laugh. Marinette looked from behind a wall. They were the same group of boys from lunch, with the same boy who had told Chloé off! She recognized him from the blue hat.

Tikki flew from her hiding spot. "You're going to give it to them? Are you even sure that they would even know who he is?"

"I saw him hanging out with them at lunch yesterday, you know, the same guys I told you about, right? I think they'd know where he'd be at!"

She looked down at the tablet, and then back at the group. "I'm going to do it." Tikki flew back into her purse.

When Craig's gang spotted Marinette walking up towards them, they became quiet and looked at her curiously.

Clyde snorted. "It's McCormick's bitch!" They shared a laugh quiet enough for Marinette not to hear.

"Everyone shut the fuck up." Craig jumped off of the step that he had been sitting on.

He crossed his arms as Marinette stopped. "What do you want?"

"I was, uh... just, returning this tablet! You guys are, uh, friends with Kenny, right?"

He still looked at her blankly. "We're technically in his class."

"Good! So... can you just give this to him? He forgot it." She handed the tablet to him, which he reluctantly accepted and put in his bag.

She began to walk away. "Thanks a bunch!"

The group just sat there silently. Clyde chose to break it. "So, out of all of the girls in this school that he could choose from, this is who he jerks off to?"

Later... at Hotel Grand Paris

"Hey, dude." Craig walked up to Kenny sitting on the stairs in the hotel lobby and pulled out the tablet from his backpack.

"Your little girlfriend wanted me to give this to you."

Kenny took the tablet and shoved it into his backpack. "Couldn't you have found a better name to call her?"

"Unless you wanted me to go with McCormick's bitch." He snickered. "Clyde had a field day with that one.

"What?" He stood up. "I swear to fucking God..."

"Jesus Christ, calm down! I don't think she even heard it! We all told him to shut up after he said it."

He sat back down. "If she brings it up, he's not going to have any teeth at the end of this trip."

Craig smirked under his breath. "And you say you don't care about her."

Kenny, attempting to change the topic, looked towards one of the lobby computers and saw his friends crowding around it. "What the hell?"

He began to walk towards it with Craig trailing behind. When he got close, he saw Kyle on the Ladyblog with Cartman and Stan next to him. The rest of Craig's gang and Butters were not far behind.

The group turned to see them both, which allowed them to see what was going on. Like he had promised, Kyle had gotten onto them Ladyblog and somehow logged in.

"Oh, hey Kenny!" Butters gleefully chirped. "We got onto Kyle's girlfriend's-"

"Alya isn't Kyle's girlfriend, Butters!" Stan yelled.

Kenny shoved his way towards the front until he was right next to Kyle, who was still typing. Slowly, he read what Kyle had written. "What are we doing again?"

Kyle stopped what he had been doing and turned to him. "Butters got the password on the first try. I think it was 'iloveladybug' or something. We're just thinking of what we're going to do when we find her theory."

He kept scrolling through the flashy, multicolored blog that looked even worse to Kenny now that it was on a computer. So many neon reds and pop-ups that Teacher PC would consider it some form of microaggression. Then, out of nowhere, Clyde pointed at the screen.

"I think that might be it! Look!"

Kyle stopped and began to read it. A murmur erupted throughout the group until Kyle highlighted a section of the text. "Kenny, you might want to read this."

Everyone around them suddenly became silent and stiff as if they had turned into statues as they watched Kenny recite the highlighted section. He then squinted his eyes in confusion, looked at Kyle, and suddenly burst into laughter and facepalmed.

Kyle looked up at him in surprise. "What?"

"She thinks that Mysterion's the teen model superstar Stan had to work with!" With every word he shouted, Kenny wheezed. He couldn't fathom what had been written. He couldn't even picture seeing him jump around and beat people up. From what he had seen of him, he was way too kindhearted for that.

"Wait, seriously?" Cartman looked at the screen and also began to erupt in laughter. "Holy shit, this is comedy gold!"

"Sorry, but there's no way someone could make the connection. Even if we didn't know who Mysterion was, Adrien doesn't even have the same eyes. His are green." Stan added. "Are people in Paris just this retarded?"

Kyle, ignoring everyone began to do what he set out to, by deleting it. He then opened a new page and began typing with everyone around him quietly observing him. As soon as he was finished, he set it to the queue for tomorrow, saved changes, and slumped in his chair.

He then got up and glared at everyone around him. "None of you dare say a fucking word of what happened today. If you do, I swear to fucking God I'll knock the teeth in of whoever's mouth it came out of."

Kyle then walked away casually. Everyone looked at one another. Cartman then began to chuckle. "Do you guys actually think a fucking Jew can beat you guys up? God, you guys are honestly so pathetic."

"Seeing him knock you up a couple a few times and you crying like a little bitch every time tells me something else." Kenny rolled his eyes and followed him. Soon, both Cartman and Stan did so too.

Wednesday

Miss. Mendeleiev's classroom, Collége Françoise DuPont

"Once again, Ladybug, Cat Noir, and the new unknown vigilante named Mysterion have saved Paris from yet another menacing villain!" The same news announcer gleefully announced as a clip of Mysterion and Cat Noir holding off the akumatized villain as Ladybug tied them with her yo-yo played in the background.

Stan and Cartman were hovering around Kyle's phone as the news report was playing.

"Turn the volume up, Jew!" Cartman grabbed Kyle's phone and put it on full blast. In response, he socked him in the arm.

The scene changed to show her standing next to Mysterion, with his arms crossed bemused about what was happening.

"While Ladybug and Cat Noir were not able to do so, we were fortunate to get a chance with Mysterion to talk about his experience," she quickly shoved a microphone into his face, much to his displeasure. "So, how did it feel working with Paris's greatest superheroes?"

He looked at the camera. "It's an experience." It clearly looked like he didn't want to talk.

"An experience? Well... that's not very descriptive but that can still work. So, from the video, we can see that you worked with Cat Noir for the majority of the fight. How was that?"

"He makes too many puns. Funny, I have to admit." Mysterion let out a slight chuckle. "But when we're responsible for fighting someone which the ability to freeze anyone at will, it gets annoying."

"Ooh! Freeze anyone at will? Tell me, what was the villain like?"

"She could freeze anyone when she used her wand and got around my making an icy path and skating on it if that interests you. We had to melt the ice using a blow-dryer."

He looked at the grandfather clock that was behind him. "Listen, I know this was short but I really have to get going. Duty calls."

Duty didn't call. He just had to get back to school before he was late and find the classroom he was supposed to be in.

"That's okay." She turned back to the camera. "Well, that was Mysterion, but will he be here for long? This is Nadja Chamack, signing off. Don't be bemused, it's just the news!"

Just as the screen flashed to black, Kenny slammed the door open and ran to his seat. Almost immediately, he ran to where the rest of his friends were. He put his backpack on the ground, and when he spotted a hint of the purple cape out in the open, he shoved it into his backpack as quickly as possible and pulled out his tablet.

"You got it back?" Kyle asked.

"We don't have to guess who had it before."

The Boys shared a laugh.

"How'd you get here so early?" Stan quietly asked, aware that Alya wasn't far from where they were standing.

Kenny shrugged. "It wasn't that far away from here."

The school bell rang, and everyone got back to their seats. Their chemistry teacher for the week walked into the room and set her bag on the chair before she pulled out a clipboard, carefully marking who was and wasn't absent.

"Marinette?" She looked around the classroom. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Is Marinette here-"

Suddenly, Marinette similarly burst through the door as Kenny only a few minutes ago and slid into her seat.

"This is the fifth time this happened this month." She grumbled. "Marinette, please walk in quietly if you're coming in late."

She sighed. "Sorry, Miss. Mendeleiev."

Almost immediately Stan, Kyle, and Cartman turned to Kenny.

"Dude, why the hell are the both of you late?" Kyle asked, totally shocked.

"Did you... you know..." Cartman peered at Marinette.

"I was on TV, you dumbasses. Did you not see me?" Kenny whispered sharply.

"Yeah, but you could've still been in TV and-"

"Since Miss. Bustier has told me about your surprisingly good work ethic, I'll leave you alone for the time being while I grab some papers for the next class. But still, please contain yourselves." She walked out of the classroom, leaving the door open.

When everyone began to move, Kenny walked towards the bare table where Nathaniel had been sitting, who upon seeing him flinched in shock.

Two days in and already someone was scared of him. Kenny sighed. He was hoping not to be some sort of Trent Boyett clone here.

"Dude, I know what happened yesterday. And I just want to say that I don't care."

Nathaniel still looked down. This was going to be weird. Kenny pulled out the chair next to him and hoped to make some sense.

"I know that you think I'm a dick for what happened Tuesday, but to be honest I have more things that I'm worried about over a drawing. But to be fair, that drawing is a shit ton better than anything I could do."

"So, let's just put this past us for now and work on this project. I don't bite." Kenny promised. When he saw Nathaniel look up and nod in agreement, he was relieved.

On the other side of the room, Chloé was painting on another opaque white coat onto her nails when her phone buzzed.

"Sabrina!" She barked, and Sabrina did what she was told by retrieving Chloé's phone from her designer purse.

"I-It's about the Ladyblog."

She grabbed it with her already-dried hand and pulled it up. When she saw what Alya had to say, she signaled for Cartman to come over. When they both finished reading, they let out ferocious howls of laughter.

"What sort of garbage journalism is this?" Cartman sneered.

Alya got out of her seat. "Excuse me? Garbage journalism?"

Chloé found the perfect moment. "You really think Mysterion is Eric Cartman? What kind of idiot would actually fall for that?"

The whole class went silent. Kyle, even quieter. Stan and Kenny quietly peered at him in confusion.

"I-I never even wrote that!" Alya countered

"Then who did? You're the only one who has access to the Ladyblog so you wrote it! Don't try to play games with us, Alya!"

Alya curled her fists and began to grit her teeth. Kyle was mentally pleading for Cartman to do the unthinkable and not pull a dick move by saying who actually wrote it.

"What's wrong, Alya? Did I spoil it for everyone?" She motioned Cartman out of his seat, who laughed with her. "Who here wants an autograph from the totally real Mysterion?"

In defeat, Alya walked towards Chloé and pointed at her. "You might think you're so tough, but one day you'll be sorry for everything you've done, you super-psycho!" She walked out of the door and slammed it ferociously. She even sounded like she was choking tears

Satisfied, Chloé sat back down. Cartman, in pure shock, laughed in confusion but got quiet when the other three boys glared at him. Kyle began to look around to see if anyone had somehow caught onto him but looked back at what he was doing, shocked and saddened.

Hawkmoth's Lair, Paris

The window opened to reveal the same room from Tuesday, with butterflies still flying carelessly around. "The white lies that one will make to keep themself safe at the expense of others. The perfect formula of defeat, frustration, and anger."

A butterfly landed on his palm, which he encased releasing dark purple magic to make another akuma.

As the butterfly flew away, he slammed his cane onto the floor, erupting through the sounds of the butterflies. "Fly away, little akuma. And evilize her once more!"

"Kyle, what the hell did you do?" Kenny asked.

After the class was over, The Boys began to interrogate him. It made sense; anyone would want to know how one was to unintentionally caused a potential akumatization.

"Listen... I only wrote that she thought it was Cartman. Because who would be retarded enough to believe a fatass was doing flips on a rooftop?"

"Hey! I'm not fat, I'm big-boned, you fucking Jew! You should be grateful my ass didn't say you were the one that wrote it!"

Kyle ignored the comment and held the door open as the four walked out.

"And you shouldn't be saying anything, fatass. You laughed with Chloé. You're no better." Kenny countered.

"Don't you have to be at some chick's house today?" Stan suddenly asked trying to change the topic. At that moment everyone around him put aside their differences and erupted in shit-eating grins.

Kenny sighed. "You all seem so excited."