Miraculous Ladybug: Get me out of here

Life is a paradox, I guess

A/N: Wow, glad y'all enjoyed the last chapter. :D Here's the first chapter of season 2! Hope you like this one too. :D

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So, good news and bad news... actually, it was probably just bad news. Long story short, I knew who Hawk Moth was (well, I was like, 99% sure, but yeah). Y'know, the big bad villain guy who was going around and akumatising everyone. I'm sure you all know too: it was Gabriel Agreste.

That's right, the father of Adrien Agreste, aka Chat Noir. The father of one of Paris' leading superheroes was the big bad supervillain. Pretty convenient, huh? Of everyone in Paris, it had to be him. (Then again, the guy did have some supervillain vibes to him.)

How did I know this, you ask? Well, you remember that dream I had? Turns out, Gabriel and Hawk Moth had the same voice. And general disposition. Okay, maybe that's a bit of a stretch, but I was still very very very sure they were the same person. Like I said, Gabriel did have supervillain vibes.

And what was I going to do with this information? Despite my bumbling idiocy, I somehow had gathered information some people would kill for. I could've been one of the most powerful people in Paris.

Yeah, screw that. I didn't want to be powerful. Have you seen movies? Power corrupts people. I didn't want to be corrupted. I just wanted to stay inside and play video games all day without people judging me. And knit sometimes as well. A simple wish that will probably never be granted, honestly.

But I still dreamed, of course. So you know exactly what I was doing one morning: sitting in my room, playing video games. My mom was real happy (not). She wanted me to go outside but you all know what happened when I went outside. It was pretty much a death sentence out there. No thanks.

In fact, I never wanted to go outside again. Sure, I'd probably get fat and unfit staying inside 24/7, but I didn't care. It was better than death by pigeons or bubbles or weird secretly-supervillain men constantly staring at you for some reason. No, I'd prefer to stay in my room and melt into John soup.

And maybe it was for the best, anyway. You guys know me. Even without the superheroes, I probably would've done something stupid.

So, yeah, I was in my room, trying not to think about world-shaking topics like Hawk Moth or my weird dreams, and instead, some Ultimate Mecha Strike III. My mom sighed, giving up on trying to get me to go out. Or maybe she felt pity for me. Well... no. Since when did anyone feel bad for me? If they did, maybe I wouldn't have been miserable all the time.

SO I was in my room slumped on my bed, playing some games like the loser I am. Max was online, so we were playing together. After absolutely killing it (well, he was killing it, not me), we had a chat after the game.

MK1150: I cannot believe this, Johnathan...

METALLICAGINGERBREAD: uh, what's up? we won the game dude

MK1150: It's not about the game! Adrien is never returning to school! His father pulled him out.

METALLICAGINGERBREAD: srsly? why?

MK1150: I believe it's because of an important book he stole that belonged to his father.

METALLICAGINGERBREAD: wow, really?

A book... I thought. Could that book be-

Surprise, you'll never guess who decided to text me at just that moment. Isn't it great how convenient everything is?

Marinette: Hey, John, are you there?

I wanted to block her so bad. But that would probably backfire against me, and it was pretty bad manners. Plus, I guess I felt bad for not replying last time, so I responded.