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The former akuma was really, really, fast for a little butterfly, he'd give it that.

Chat Noir ran along the rooftops of Paris, chasing the white creature. The city was well illuminated despite the sky turning black with clouds. There was a new moon tonight, which didn't help matters, but even if there was something ridiculous like a power outage on a cloudy, new-moon night like this, Chat had his night vision. The butterfly wasn't getting to its destination without him tailing it.

Another element on Chat's side was that the butterfly seemed to be quite… dense. Butterflies being dumb didn't really make any sense, but this one seemed to be running into walls and the like before fluttering in a circle around whatever it hit and then continuing on its path. It didn't seem to even be trying to shake Chat, and he felt more like he was babysitting it than chasing it. Chat ran the previous fight through his head and remembered that the possessed KIDS+ guy hadn't actually been doing that good a job of anything. He'd hardly been a 3 on the 1 to 10 difficulty scale of people that Chat Noir and Ladybug had fought before, but he'd been just tough enough that Ladybug had had to use her Lucky Charm to beat him and smash his microphone. Chat, besides causing distractions, had barely had to do anything, much less use his powers, and that was the only reason he still had his suit and Ladybug didn't.

Chat thought once more about how much of a bad idea this was. He was supposed to be at home, studying for a test in his Chinese lessons. And Ladybug- what would she think? He was going to get an earful when this was all over. But Hawkmoth's destruction had to end. Timebreaker had erased people from existence. The Gamer had turned people into video game points. The Mime had toppled the entire Eiffel Tower. Animan had caused destruction as a dinosaur, for crying out loud! Antibug had tied Chat to a pole and dangled him three stories above the streets of Paris… which was terrifying and humiliating all at once. Chat was done with Hawkmoth's wave of crime. If it weren't for Ladybug's akuma reversing powers… I wouldn't be here, Chat thought. The Eiffel Tower would be on its side, potentially dangerous zoo animals could be attacking people, and everyone touched by the palm of Timebreaker's hand or The Gamer's mecha's rays wouldn't be there anymore. It has to stop, Chat thought to himself. I can do it on my own. I have to. It has to stop.

Chat took note when the butterfly started upwards, climbing through the sky as he watched it fly up to a familiar building. He sighed.

"Of course," he muttered out loud, jumping up onto a chimney to watch the butterfly. "Something like them leading us to Hawkmoth is just way too good to be true." Chat decided, however pointless continuing to follow the butterfly was, that he'd developed an attachment to it. After all, he'd been babysitting it for the past half-hour now, and he could go on longer. "Come here, little butterfly," he chirped, jumping from chimney to chimney towards a darkened tower near the edge of the city. "No use flying to one of Gabriel Agreste's old towers. Nothing's in there. How about you come with me, and I'll take you to the park?"

The butterfly didn't respond because of course it didn't, it's a butterfly, Chat. It's a butterfly. It can't understand you, because it's a butterfly. It can't respond, CHAT, IT IS A BUTTERFLY, Chat thought-screamed irritably to himself as he continued his ridiculous endeavor. Eventually, Chat reached the building on the street across from the tower the ditzy butterfly was going to, and he couldn't go on any longer, so he simply hopped onto the nearest non-smoking chimney and watched the butterfly continue, waving to it as it left him. Go, my little butterfly son. Follow your dreams. You'll always have a place to come home to when…

Wait, Chat thought suddenly. What's it doing? What is it doing?!

The butterfly (which he could barely see at this point) was flying up to the window of the tower. There's nothing in there. It's just an old tower Dad- I mean, Agreste doesn't use anymore. Why's it flying to the window? What's it looking for, snacks?

It was not looking for snacks.

The window opened as Chat watched the speck of white against the dark greens of his night vision fly inside. The window's movement itself was hard to see, but something slid open and then closed.

Oh my god, Chat thought to himself, as Adrien for a few moments. Is Hawkmoth squatting in my dad's old media tower?

Chat carefully descended from the top of the building he was on and looked to both sides of the street. No one seemed to be on this street right now, and Chat Noir wasn't about to squander the good luck he'd gotten for once. He bolted across the street and then ran around to the back side of the tower, where the dumpsters were. He went to one of the many back doors and used the one that went down to the basement first and also had the service elevator. He did his best to jimmy the lock, but it didn't work. Chat shook his head. Could he afford to use Cataclysm right now? The answer was no. No, he couldn't. He'd have to find another way in.

Chat realized the security for the building was turned off years ago. Gabriel Agreste didn't move buildings often, but when he did, he saw no reason to leave anything behind or keep spending money on security. Agreste still owned the building, but he didn't use it and he didn't lease it. The place probably didn't even have running water. Chat had to admit, squatting in such a building was a good plan if you were an evil mastermind who might also be homeless.

Since he didn't have to worry about security, Chat walked to an employee entrance about forty feet from the basement entrance. It was a glass door with an alarm attached, and it wasn't the hardest glass around, either. Chat took out his staff and hoped his bit of good luck wouldn't run out here. He extended the staff to about three feet and wound up like a batter, striking the glass. He cringed when the glass broke, but let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when the sound was as quiet as breaking glass could get and the alarm didn't go off. Chat relaxed, and unconsciously flicked his tail as he slipped through the broken glass into the building.

After getting inside, Chat found himself in a long hall with many corners and twists. He came to a room with an elevator and a door leading to a stairwell. The blonde eyed the elevator warily, a thought only just now coming to his head. This could be a trap. He'd expect me to take the elevator, now, wouldn't he? Chat thought, turning defiantly to the staircase and walking up to it. Forty-two floors? I can do forty-two floors. I can to forty-two floors all day. I can do forty-two floors forty-two times!

These thoughts continued for forty-one floors. Forty-two went more like, ohmygod finally. When Chat got to the door, though, he tensed. What lay behind it? Chat just wanted to scope it out and then leave. Would Ladybug be angry he'd gone without her? Most definitely. Would he feel better if he knew there were no traps before he brought ladybug here? Most definitely.

Chat cautiously opened the door, holding his breath. The door made nary a sound, and Chat only let his breath out when the door had shut behind him. Chat snuck around the entire floor, carefully watching to see if anything was hiding in the shadows. He didn't know what Hawkmoth looked like, or how strong he was, and he didn't want to find out right now. Chat though he'd just been through a forty-two story tall dead end when he reached the biggest office on the floor. It was just like all the other empty rooms. There was nothing there, it was just bigger. Chat rolled his eyes with frustration, before his face contorted in a question. What about the window? If Chat was on the top floor, why was there no window to be seen?

Chat looked around, more curiously than last time. There was nothing on the ceiling, was there? No hatches or anything like that. Chat walked out of the room into the hallway, and for the seconds time he noticed an elevator. The lights on the floor were out, but what if the elevator worked? Chat walked up to the elevator and pressed himself up against the cold steel doors. His ears flopped, trying to sense any sound, as his tail flicked back and forth nervously.

Nothing. So it's gotta be safe, right? Chat asked himself, half seriously and half sarcastically.

Chat took another deep breath and realized there was an "up" button. ...Why is there an up button? Chat deadpanned in his mind, before becoming more excited and confused. Why is there an up button?! He pressed it, and the elevator doors opened immediately, telling him the elevator had already been on this floor. Chat gulped, uneasiness settling over him. This didn't feel right. The stairs hadn't gone up another level, so why could the elevator?

Chat suddenly got a feeling that felt like it was coming from inside of his brain, but outside of his mind, as if someone else was in his head. He didn't recognize the voice, and his did recognize the voice all at once. It didn't sound familiar, but it felt familiar.

We have to leave. We have to leave NOW. This isn't safe. We need to leave. We need to leave. We need to leave…

That voice continued, and Chat soon couldn't recognize where that voice ended and his began. His thoughts started meshing with the other's, and it was the most terrifying thing Chat had experienced in his life.

We need to leave. We need to leave. We need to leave…

"We need to leave," Chat whispered out loud, stepping back and away from the elevator, which closed its doors. "We need to leave. We need to…" The Black Cat stopped in his tracks, and his mouth stopped forming the words from before. In an act of defiance, it instead formed the word, "No."

Chat recognized that as his own thought as he continued forward and pushed the elevator button again as the voice grew louder and more urgent. "I have to do this. I need to know if Hawkmoth's here!" He stepped inside the elevator and watched as the doors shut in front of him, illuminated by the elevator's eerie lights. He looked to the number pad, with forty-two yellow-lit buttons, but he also noticed a panel. It was discreet enough that no normal person would suspect it for anything other than a maintenance panel, but Chat know better. He slid a claw in between the panel and the wall and pried the panel off the wall. The five-inch by five-inch panel fell to the floor of the elevator with a quiet clang, revealing a small, unlit button.

43.

Don't press that button. DO NOT PRESS THAT BUTTON!

Chat ignored the voice as it screamed in his head and pressed the button. It lit up with a purple light and the elevator moved up, and the doors opened to a dark room. Chat noticed a platform on the other side of the room: a metal circle on the floor, six feet in diameter. Above it was a circular hatch. Chat walked out of the elevator into the dimly-lit room and stood on the metal circle. A short shudder below him made Chat jump a bit as the platform raised up and the hatch above him opened. He was slowly lifted into a large room with floor space half the size of the floors below it. Chat looked around with his night vision, as the room was completely dark. He saw a large hatch in the slanted wall that had to be the window the butterfly had gone into. He stepped closer to it, as the room seemed to be barren. Suddenly, the hatch opened, and Chat's eyes had to adjust to the change of light. Paris was below him, below the tower, the streets full of light and full of life. The voice was quiet.

A slight fluttering of wings made Chat turn on his heel, and he watched in awe as butterfly after butterfly, white as snow, fluttered from the corners of the room towards the middle. Chat stepped closer towards the window, startled, as he watched the cloud of butterflies gather.

"Hello, Chat Noir."