#exploiter

c00lkidd memories 1: jumpscare

Was playing games on my puter last night, saw a c00lkidd art, got idea of him hiding under blankets to jumpscare and developed it into the forsaken realm even moreALSO!! if ur wondering why 007n7's face is covered is bc this is in c00lkidd's pov, and this is the first week of them living together, so obv c00lkidd is like a newborn and can't really remember his dad's face when he was younger except for his 'pink silly glasses'

Purple is the color of royalty. A regal color fit for a king or queen. This flying purple landed upon the tear stained note. A cackling foxed stared in the corner as a chorus of eyes fell upon the butterfly.

“Wait!” Tikki flew up out of the bag to land on her friend’s hand. She didn’t care that the whole class could see her. “Please! It’ll be okay! I promise. So resist! Resist!”

Shouts and yells and cries of encouragement roared throughout the classroom. She tore her hands away from the note and covered her ears as tears fell down her face.

The note fell on her lap, the butterfly on it.

The poor teacher tried to calm everyone down but was interrupted by a scream of pain. It silenced all who heard it.

She removed the hands from around her ears and hugged herself. The fox smiled devilishly.

Who cares if this exposes her lie? It’s time for payback. “Oh don’t give everyone that sob story, Mari!” Gasps rang throughout as everyone went to stare at the Fox. “It’s your fault anyway! Everything has always been your fault.”

She broke.

....

“Good morning, Marinette. Or should I say... Exploiter?” He smiled. “I am Hawkmoth. You’ve been casted and thrown down by society over and over again. Your own mistakes multiplied by 100 always come back to haunt you. It seems like you can’t do anything right and that everyone else is perfect. But we both know that’s not true! I’m giving you the power to exploit people’s weaknesses so that you may fit in with a society of misfits and not feel as unloved. All you have to do is bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses. Or should I say... yours and Chat Noir’s miraculouses.”

“If everyone’s the same, then no one can be evil right? If everyone is weak, then the strong can’t exist. Maybe... maybe I can finally be useful this way!”

“Marinette no!”

The young girl removed her earrings and looked at the tiny kwami. With a broken smile, she spoke. “Sorry Tikki...”

“I’m Exploiter now.”

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