Ahh, the sight of Paris was a beautiful one, regardless of what universe it was in. As you stand on a random rooftop and take in the peaceful view of the Eiffel Tower in the light of day, your gaze soon shifts to a little red bug swinging through the streets. You unsheathe wrist-mounted braces that fire thin, but incredibly strong cables capable of allowing you to grapple your way across the urban scene akin to a certain web-slinger. Though the Miraculous Ladybug had a head start, skill and experience on her side, weeks of binge-reading Spider-Man comics and Attack on Titan manga have somehow enabled you to keep track of her. As you continue to stalk your next target, you begin to notice her finer details. Namely, her bluebell irises and dark hair with blue reflections that were worn back in two pigtails with red ribbons that resembled a ladybug’s antennae. Her crimson suit that possessed large onyx circular spots and a choking ebony collar clung tightly to her fair skin. A scarlet domino mask with five black circles arranged in a symmetrical design covered a small section of her face. The female’s earrings were also ruby with five black spots in a quincunx pattern.
You imagine her pushing out belches while groping your body, completely indifferent to the fact that she’s only around 13-15 years old. This perverted (and kid of creepy) fantasy distracts you long enough to send you crashing into a building. Like a fly on a windshield, you lie on the side of what you discover to be the school attended by Marinette Dupain-Cheng, among others. You ponder whether this is good or bad luck as you pull yourself out of the swallow imprint that you left on the wall and jump up onto the roof. It is there where you come face-to-face with the teenage superheroine, who did not look happy to see you.
“Why have you been following me?” Ladybug asks, folding her arms
“Actually, I’m a fan of your work, so I’ve wanted to meet with you in person.” You babble. “I even made my own cables to mimic your yo-yo.”
LB scowls slightly, tapping her left foot to indicate that she wasn’t buying your story.
“Well, as flattered as I am that you’ve chosen to model yourself after me, I’m still a little mad that you’ve basically been stalking me.” She says.
“Hmph. And you having a chart of your sweetheart’s entire schedule is perfectly tolerable.”
Your thoughts are interrupted by the red-and-black clad heroine clearing her throat loudly, expecting a reply.
“Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” LB inquires.
A myriad of thoughts race through your mind, many of them are about how much Ladybug would put the hurt on you if you say the wrong thing, or why you didn’t disguise yourself on the now definite chance that she’d spot you. There are also thoughts for how exactly you’d get someone as girly as Marinette to compete in you contest. You very well couldn’t use deceit now; you’ve lost the element of surprise. In addition, you had nothing to offer her like you did with Rapunzel. Come to think of it, there was no prize in store for the theoretical winner of this competition, and that could lead to a whole slew of powerful female ready to lay the hurt on you. It’d be best to find one after you’re finished here. While you are busy trying to figure out a way out of your present debacle, a yo-yo with the same colors and patterns as Ladybug’s earrings suddenly wraps around you.
“I won’t ask again.” The Chinese-French girl stated, pulling the string tightly.
With no other option available, you come clean.
“Alright, the real reason that I’m here is because I want to enlist you in a tournament.” You squeal. “It’s a competition involving females from multiple universes participating in a burping contest for my amusement.”
Ladybug just stares at you for a moment, attempting to process what you just said.
“What in the world are you talking about? You expect me to believe that other universes exist, and that anyone from them would willingly partake in something that childish? Why would I even consider doing that?”
To be honest, you were surprised by how calm she was acting.
“Because, there is a prize.” You quickly respond. “The winner of the tournament will have wishes granted.”
Ladybug lowered her arms slightly.
“Wishes? You mean like a genie?” She questions.
“Something like that.” You answer.
Ladybug took a while to make her decision. Unbeknownst to her, you are well aware of her increasingly difficult life. Her teenage life was burdened by hard chores, harder schoolwork, a strenuous-at-best social life, and a constant battle with the alpha bitch, Chloé Bourgeois, over the affections of Adrien Agreste, whom she’d never had the courage to show her true feelings toward. As for her alter ego, she had to regularly deal with life-threatening supervillains, who were just innocent, ordinary citizens that had their negative emotions taken advantage of by the mysterious and vile Hawkmoth. And she had to keep both lives separate, as per some dumb rule that came with her great power, so she couldn’t even vent her bottled up frustration to anyone that she thought would understand; not her loving parents, Adrien, or even her best friend, Alya Césaire. If these wishes were true, then she might be able to reveal her identity without repercussions, defeat Hawkmoth and stop the akumatization of her friends and family forever, and even confess her love for Adrien. The possibility of what she could have with those wishes was likely to influence her choice.
“Well, I’m still not 100 percent sure about your claim of alternate dimensions-”
“Universes, not dimensions.” You correct. “There’s a difference. It’s a common error, so don’t feel bad.”
LB’s surprisingly cold glare immediately shuts you up.
“But if you’re right about the winner getting wishes, then I suppose I’ll consider it.” She says.
You give a small smile, happy that your plan was coming together, but you have something else to say.
“Before we go, how well can you belch?” You ask.
Marinette blushes, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment. Then, she sucks in as much air as she could before emitting a colossal eructation. You’d envision the students and faculty outside and inside of Collège Françoise Dupont turning their heads to try to find the source of the echoing noise. As for you, Ladybug’s 3-second belch rang in your ears and the smell of baked goods waft through your nostrils. Marinette giggles nervously and covers her mouth while you teleport both of you back to your base.
“Please stay here. I’ll be back.”
Once again, you are off to your next destination.
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