"Oh... my God! That's what you looked like in sixth grade?" Alya took off her glasses and wiped the tears from laughing off of the lenses. "I honestly can't believe it!"
Kyle sulked down onto the desk, trying to hide his face, which was blushing profusely in embarrassment. "Cartman... that fucking bastard!"
"Hey, don't get so bugged out over that one pic. You don't even look that bad, except you kinda looked like a midget for a sixth-grader. What the heck's with that dumb lei, anyway?"
"I think some spirit day or something, I don't even remember," his voice then began to get less passive and more defensive, probably about the dark times that were middle school. "Where the hell did that asshole get those pictures anyways?
"He probably had them from, like, a long time ago. Weren't you guys BFFs or whatever since what? Kindergarten?"
"BFF is a huge overstatement. If he was ever nice to me just to be a decent human being and not because that slimy bastard could gain something out of it, I would be genuinely surprised."
Then, Kyle's phone vibrated again. Another post from the fatass. What would it be this time? He opened it up. Fortunately, it wasn't another picture of him in middle school, but neither was it going to fix Cartman's sorry ass after the night was over. It was probably going to break it even more than that high-cholesterol Big Mac diet already did. It was a picture of Kenny from around middle school too, but you could clearly see some of the small patchwork and dirt marks that were associated with the impoverished blonde. From what he remembered, Kenny got rid of the coat sometime during either eighth grade or during the summer, but not the pictures of him in it. That was something he had preferred to hide.
Alya looked over at the image. "Who's that guy? Wouldn't wanna wear that thing."
The redhead paused. "That's... well..." He knew that the blonde would most likely beat his ass the moment she found out who that was, but fuck it. So would Marinette if she got to Cartman's account, and possibly everyone else in Paris. "Kenny."
"Wait, hold up. The same Kenny that looks a little too much like Adrien? Seriously? Why'd he wear that bunch of rags?"
If Kyle expanded on that fact even more then he already did, he'd be shipped back home with a coffin. "It's complicated."
Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie
Kenny swung the door open to the bakery and walked up over to the counter, eager to get this over with before anyone of those idiots could pull out their phones and start recording, adding on to Cartman's idiotic internet charade. He had seen the picture of Kyle from Hawaiian day not even a few seconds ago, and he knew that if Cartman ever dared to post anything about him from the same time, he could guarantee the fatass would be pounded and chopped in half like a tortured baby cow.
He looked up from his phone, and what do you know, he's now only a few feet from Marinette. Fuck that jean-jacketed bastard. He probably set this up in his mind the moment she saw her walking in. It wasn't like that wasn't so obvious, but still. He was pissed off, nevertheless.
"Oh, Kenny! Can I help you with anything?"
He didn't immediately say anything back but wasn't of thinking of how to say he wanted macaroons even though he had done it without a sweat only a few days ago. It wasn't like he actually couldn't talk to her and just stood there like he was a bumbling retard, he hoped.
He also hoped he wasn't actually catching feelings for her. Shit would hit the fan for him if that ever happened, it wasn't like they were ever going to see each other again. But he wished he could, and now he felt like he was eating his own words from only moments ago.
Marinette dropped an eyebrow. "Uh, are you okay? You look blanked out."
He snapped back in response. "Oh, sorry. Do you guys still have any strawberry macaroons left?"
"Let me guess, Cartman asked you to be his courier again?" She walked into the back, coming back out with a larger box than before. She was totally on tab with the fatass's diet. "That guy seriously needs to do some work for himself once in a while."
Kenny laughed. "I guess that's just a trait every snotty entitled brat shares, and possibly the only thing that they can even share."
He paused, and then remember what had happened only a few hours ago between Marinette and her school's own Eric Cartman. "What happened between you and Chloé in class was pretty fucking bold. I didn't think you'd actually have the nerve to go through with it."
She smiled back, her cheeks collecting a little pink. "Thanks."
Then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Looks like either Cartman or Craig were waiting to get their asses whooped. He picked up his phone, and it looked like Cartman really wanted to get his ass kicked. It was what he had predicted: a picture of him in that old, grimy parka from the chronicles of middle school.
"I swear to fucking God..." he mumbled to himself.
"What's the matter?" Marinette probably had heard whatever he had said since soon he was behind him too. "'Once trailer trash, always trailer trash?' How rude! Why would anyone post embarrassing pictures like that!"
Then, she glanced up at the blonde, and then again at the picture. "Wait a minute... that's you?" Fuck.
Now everyone in this whole goddamn city was going to know the truth about Kenny McCormick, the poorest kid of all of South Park, who wore the same grimy coat until he could find something else. And if Cartman was at the hotel, so was Chloé. She probably had something to do with this.
He put his phone away in his pocket. "Cartman and Chloé probably did this. I wouldn't be surprised."
"They've been so mean to everyone, especially Alya lately! I wonder what's gone through them to make them act like this!" Marinette crossed her arms. "Now it'll be easier for Hawkmoth to terrorize the city!"
"Hope you knocked on wood for that one."
At the Agreste mansion...
Nino put the controller back onto the hardwood floor and looked over at Stan. "No way, bro! High score again! Have you been playing this game since you were born or something?"
"The beta was only released a few weeks ago, so no. But I'm just as surprised as to how Adrien got one of the first copies."
"For Ultimate Mecha Strike IIII? With all the DLCs too? Any kid would willingly give up all of their allowances just to get their hands on it before anyone else! And when it comes out, you could go pro!" Nino gleamed.
Adrien shrugged. "My dad just got this game early from a friend. And for free!"
Their conversation reminded Stan of a memory from not so long ago from today. "Well, a long time ago, my friends and I got together on World of Warcraft and beat up this one guy who kept killing us all the time. It was really funny thinking back now because all we did was sit on the computer and play nonstop."
Stan's phone then began to vibrate. "Speaking of a friend..." He picked it up. It was Kyle, probably being a cheeky motherfucker and priding himself with whatever he'd done at Alya's house. Probably nothing too risqué. "Hey."
"Check your Instagram. Cartman's being a bitch again."
"Uh, okay." He opened the app to find that the first thing on his feed was a picture of Stan throwing up all over Wendy from even earlier than the other photos. Fourth grade? He's probably had these as ammo for forever. "The hell?"
"Yeah, I know. He posted a few pictures of Kenny in that trashy old coat and some old ones from my bar mitzvah, I think! Dude's got some serious sand in his vagina!"
"It's just Cartman being a dickhead like usual. And he wonders why nobody invited him anywhere."
"Even fucking Alya saw them all! That piece of dog shit!" For someone who claimed over and over again that he didn't have feelings for her, he sure as hell didn't act like he did.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see Nino and Adrien opening their phones and from the reflection of the DJ's eyes, he could see the picture. They looked over at him in confusion.
"And now Adrien and Nino saw it too. What a good impression. Hold on-" He placed his hand over his phone and lowered it. "It's just Cartman being an idiot, don't take it too seriously."
"But he'd actually do something like this? He's gone to Chloé's level and we barely even know him!" Adrien staggered. "Why'd he do that?"
"No one invited him anywhere, and this isn't helping him in the slightest," he placed the phone back by his ear. "I'll tell that tub of lard to take the photos down if Kenny hasn't threatened to beat him up already."
"He probably has, but I doubt he'd do anything more malicious. It's not like Hawkmoth would really waste an akuma on him. Let's hope something gets to him before anything worse is posted."
Hawkmoth's Lair, Paris
Like a twisted song and dance, the windows of the grand cathedral of butterflies opened, letting out a gleam of sunshine into the dusty room, sounding only of the flaps of each wing. "He may believe that he has gotten back at those who have wronged him, but deep inside there are hints of jealousy and anger."
A butterfly then flew over to Hawkmoth and landed on his palm, transforming into a regal purple akuma.
He slammed his cane onto the floor with perfect accuracy, as if this was more than a monthly occurrence. "Fly away, little akuma! And evilize him!"
Hôtel Le Grand Paris
Cartman, letting his legs onto the small, chestnut desk that the computer sat on, continued typing on the computer while Chloe and Butters stood behind and watched.
"Eric? When are you getting off of the computer?" Butters chirped. "You've been on it for a mighty long time."
"Shut up, Butters! Let me finish this!" The brunette picked up his pace and started furiously tapping away on the keyboard until he had reached an unknown Facebook page. Chloé walked closer and glanced at the page.
"Linda Stotch? Who on Earth is that?"
Upon hearing the name of his mother, Butters bolted towards the two. He probably knew that he was most likely next on his hit-list, despite even being there. "T-that's my mom! Uh, Eric, why are you on her Facebook page anyway?"
"Butters, I told you to-"
"I agree! This is so boring! What are we going to find on some dumb old mom's page, her favorite wine, and some stupid inspirational quotes! Please! I know how you can really get at someone!" She swiped the keyboard from the desk. "Just watch and learn!"
Cartman rolled his eyes and slumped onto the chair yet again, crossing his eyes. When he looked over at the screen, he clenched his eyebrows in confusion. "The hell?" He read the screen, and then looked back at the smirking blonde who was at the moment swept away in her own hubris. "Why the fuck are we on Marinette's mom's page?"
"Because no one in Paris actually cares about Butters!"
Cartman snorted. "And like anyone cares about how much of a pussy you were in class today! You just walked away and let Marinette roast the shit out of you!"
"Whatever Marinette said in class didn't even phase me at all! I don't know what you're even talking about!"
Butters, still standing in the background while the debacle happened, glanced over to his side and noticed a small, purple butterfly flying through the cracks of one of the small windows in the front of the lobby. With nothing interesting to do, he wanted to walk over to see what kind it was, but it was flying directly to them.
"Uh, fellas..."
"Butters, shut up!"
Sighing, he walked back into the shadows behind Cartman's grand figure and the computer chair. Now that it was flying closer and closer, he could see that it was definitely going to crash onto the screen if it wasn't being careful. He had to stop it!
Almost immediately, he jumped from where he was standing and attempted to cup the butterfly between his palms, even if Cartman and Chloé were not so exhilarated. However, the butterfly did not land on the screen, but into it. And the screen corrupted and turned black.
Cartman angrily sighed. "Great job, Butters! You broke the damn computer!" He attempted to grab and push him, but he barely budged. "Uh, Butters? Butters? Butters!" He turned his head slightly to see a bright butterfly pattern over his eyes. He backed up. "Oh, fuck!"
"You're not who I had in mind, but the confusion and ignorance you feel feeds me greatly. Professor Chaos, I am Hawkmoth. With these powers, no one will ever ignore you. In fact, they will follow your every order with every move you make!" The masked villain cackled.
"R-really?" The blonde muttered.
"Dude, snap out of it! You're going fucking crazy!" Cartman attempted to talk him out of the acid trip or whatever the hell that was making him act even more retarded than ever before.
"Don't listen to that buffoon, he's only trying to keep you away. However, with these powers come great responsibilities. I want you to retrieve the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses, and whatever Mysterion uses to give him his powers."
"Of couse, b-but I don't know about Mysterion. He's kinda, like, my good friend."
"As Professer Chaos, he will be your enemy," As Hawkmoth finished talking, a purple cloud engulfed Butters, and out emerged a crouching figure plad with a military green cape.
"Butters!" Cartman scurried up towards him. "Jesus fucking Christ, dude! Did you not see what you were doing?"
The boy crouching got up and began to rise out of the ground as if he was being carried by an invisible string. Surrounding him was a barrier of electricity. The villain crossed his arms. "Butters isn't here, unfortunately. Instead, it is I, the greatest supervillain you've ever seen: Professor Chaos!" A crack of thunder echoed his monologue.
"B-B-Butters, calm down! Uh, everything is going to be okay!" Chloé hesitated with every word as if she never knew what to say if she were to get on someone's good side. A great contrast to the Chloé from only seconds ago.
"No, Bourgeois! Now, you two will be my great Chaos Minions!" With the snap of his fingers, he let a beam of energy onto the two, cladding them with aluminum foil armor and crude black bandannas. "You will help me get the Miraculouses for Hawkmoth!"
