Pixelator: Part 5

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 We reach the Champs-Élysées to see Pixelator cornering the police. "Got an itchy trigger finger eh?" I snarkily ask, catching his attention. Everyone around starts cheering for us. "I was expecting you two," He takes a shot, and we both dodge. I take cover behind a car when I hear a thump and look up to see Pixelator. "Look into the lens!" I slide underneath the car and start running, LB soon grabbing me with her yoyo and pulling me close to her telling Pixelator:

"I have a proposition to make. If you free those innocent people I'll organize a photoshoot with Jagged Stone," Ladybug offers and a purple butterfly hovers over his face, probably Hawkmoth warning him not to trust us. "Why should I believe you Ladybug?"

"Because you have no choice, we're the only ones who know where Jagged is." "How about I free half of them now and then the other half after the photoshoot deal?" "K, it's a deal," I give a baffled look of disbelief and she whispers in my ear "Yeah right, I'm not actually gonna give him Jagged," I let out a small sigh of relief as Pixelator sets half of the people had captured were set free. "I've kept my part of the deal, Ladybug now bring me Jagged Stone!" Pixelator demands when LB starts acting weird. "Uh...Pixelator I know your akuma's inside your glasses."

Just as I was about to give her a confused look I see Chat Noir slowly approaching Pixelator, nodding at Ladybug's words as he goes for the glasses only for someone to jump up and cheer for Chat Noir resulting in Pixelator tossing the poor cat over to us.

"Thanks for dropping in," LB says, offering her pixelated hand to Chat who waves his hand through hers. "You're not very handy I see." "What about our deal?!" Pixelator shouts angrily soon realizing that we had lied to him. He starts taking shots, forcing the three of us to backflip away before we attack. Ladybug throws her yoyo forcing Pixelator to fall down giving Chat and I the chance to attack from the sides with our staffs which only worked in his favor as we were shot at and we both land in a blank white space, Chat muttering "Not again..."

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