Spades

Welcome! I hope you enjoy this story of my "interpretation"(I say that lightly) of Lila's wish mixed in with my own headcannons. Without further ado, let us begin.
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Bunnyx rest her hand on the newfound portal, scrolling through it.

Paris, it looked the same. Actually, everything looked the same. Well, almost everything, it seems like some aspects of the world has changed. And of course the people, they've changed as well.

But her main priority right now was finding Marinette. She scrolled around until she found a familiar sight of the bluenette, who was sleeping peacefully in her room. Or at least, what Bunnyx thought was supposed to be her room.

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"Marinette~" Her mother singsonged, she heard a stumble. With a newfound vein on her forehead, Marinette's mother greeted her...child.

She was a lanky teen, her body naturally pale and hair blacker than night, though the glare always made it look blue. She had a mole resting underneath her eye as well as on the base of her chin.

Her eyes were of a hue that could rival the feathers of a peacock. She wore what looked to be a cat themed outfit, all black with hints of green in some areas.

"Dear, will you ever wear anything that's not black? You know you can never pull it off."

The girl scrunches up her nose, "I'm not trying to pull it off, mother." She seethed. The woman tsks, rolling her eyes, "Whatever you say. Now take your breakfast before I regret making it for you."

She pushes a brown bag towards the younger and turns her back to the girl. Marinette sighs, looking into the bag and cringing. Guess she'll buy have to buy breakfast again.

Her eyes glanced at the second brown bag on the table labelled, 'Lunch'. She sure as hell wasn't taking that. Guess she'll have to buy lunch, too.

Does that woman actually look at what she stuffs in those bags to hand to her child to eat? Definitely not, from what she's seen.

The bluenette sighs and makes her way to the door, hearing her mothers happy hum get louder as she left. She opens the door to the house nested between two others.

It was a shame that they couldn't get the house they wanted as they didn't have enough money. It got bought by a new baker in town and her mother was smitten for him, but never even bothered to talk to the man.

It did seem like they knew eachother, however. But everytime she asked she was always ignored, so she stopped asking.

Making her way through the street, she avoided as many people as possible. Cutting through alleyways, hiding behind buildings, bushes. She just hated interaction in general towards all but four persons.