Cochon Vietnamien - Contrairement aux idées reçues, le cochon est un animal très propre. Il append très jeune à séparer l'endroit où il dort et fait ses besoins. Avant de se coucher, il vérifie que son couchage n'est pas souillé.

Ah! I fucking love this update to Porcelet. Like, the previous was nice for a kid, but with the shift in the story, I want something a little more suited for teens than preteens as most the cast will be turning 15 with Alix and Adrien so far the ones of the team that are already 15. And this design really suits it.

Also, shout out to @nocturnal-notes for pointing out how this design looks more like a Winx, and I agree. Kinda like a touch of Enchantix with some Believix splashed in. Maybe even a touch of the original starting outfits.

Alright, this has been a long time coming, but here we are. Also, to note, I'll only be posting the designs that appeared in canon so far. I'll try to keep them organized to which season they appeared in.

Season 3:

Season 2:

Season 1:

Prelude:

A fun little something I combined with a dream that @gamerknight7310 told me about.

From left to right (front row): Gallic Chick, Porcelet, Bloody Bug, Death Noire, Pom Pom, Bomb Bee.

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            “We should have taken her to the hospital!” Chat Noir hissed.

            Gallic Chick ignored Chat Noir as she tended to Alix.

            “Well, she’s alive, right? Besides, with Gallic Chick’s Sublimation, we can get her right as rain in no time, right?” Porcelet pointed out.

            “She almost died! She needs medical attention!” Chat Noir argued.

            “Technically she did die, but I brought her back. You’re welcome,” Gallic Chick added.

            Chat Noir groaned and plopped down on Chloe’s couch. He drummed his fingers against his arm and tapped his foot against the floor.

            “Ugh! Porcelet! Take the cat to Carapace and see how the conversation is going with Nathaniel and that other boy.”

            Porcelet nodded and ushered Chat Noir from the room. They headed down a few flights of stairs to a new floor up to a meeting room. They stepped inside to find Carapace, Nathaniel, and the other boy.

            “Hi, Carapace. How are the talks going?” Porcelet asked.

            “Huh? Oh, uh, I haven’t started?”

            “What? Why?”

            “Oh, uh, waiting for someone else to, y’know, swing by and do it. Y’know?”

            Porcelet sighed. She sat Chat Noir down, then took her own seat. “Alright, let’s begin this. I’m going to start with you. Could you tell me what your name is?”

            “Marc Anciel.”

            “Marc, pleasure to meet you. I’m Porcelet. Tell me, what happened today that pushed you to accept a deal with Hawkmoth.”

            “Well, I was writing a story based off the drawings Nathaniel had made that were posted to the school’s website. His work is just amazing, and I felt inspired. Marinette found me and urged me to meet her in the art classroom. I ran out after embarrassing myself but lost my journal. I was searching for it when Marinette returned it to me after she read it. She said she had a plan for getting Nathaniel to read it without him knowing it was me. I just… I didn’t think she would have erased my name from the front and tell Nathaniel whatever she did.”

            “I see. Nathaniel, what did you do to Marc that really pushed him over the edge?” Porcelet asked.

            “Well, I read the journal, which was titled Diary of Bloody Bug with no author name. I… I assumed Marinette managed to get the actual diary of Bloody Bug. I read it and it felt like I was reading her life and adventures that I was overjoyed. I wanted to meet with her again. Then Marinette said I could meet with the author of the diary, and I thought it was my chance to see Bloody Bug again. Then I saw Marc and I just… I got angry. I… tore up his work in front of him.”

            “Oh, wonderful. Another insult to add to the list. First, you destroy a man’s passion project before his very eyes. Second, you tried to kill Alix!” Chat Noir roared.

            “I…! I wasn’t trying to do that. I just… wanted to get her back for humiliating me!” Nathaniel countered.

            “By drowning her?”

            “I… I don’t know what I was thinking when I was Evillustrator. Maybe Alix shouldn’t have thrown me into a fountain of freezing water in the freezing cold!”

            “Now, hold on, everyone, please! This isn’t the time to be pointing fingers when everyone is at fault,” Porcelet said.

            “What?” Nathaniel and Chat Noir yelled.

            “I agree with Porcelet. Marinette messed up when it came to the whole journal thing. Nathaniel messed up when he ripped up Marc’s journal. And, of course, Alix messed up with her temper,” Carapace added.

            “And Nathaniel needs to work on his too. Don’t put all the anger issues on Alix now,” Porcelet chided.

            Carapace shrugged.

            “Now, Marc, Nathaniel, let’s see if we can’t work something out. Nathaniel, you really liked Marc’s work, yes?” Porcelet asked.

            “I did.”

            “Good. And, Marc, you’d like to work with Nathaniel on his comic, right?”

            Marc looked away. “I would, but I’m not sure if I want to.”

            “Who would after all that?” Chat Noir remarked.

            Nathaniel opened his mouth, but Porcelet put a hand up to silence him. She trotted over to Chat Noir, grabbed his face, and squished it.

            “You. Are. Not. Helping! Please, keep your snide remarks to a zero while I work. The last thing we need is another Akuma right now.”

            Chat Noir grumbled but kept his remarks to himself.

            “Thank you. Now, Marc, why not give Nathaniel another chance? Things got a little… out of sorts, with Marinette’s involvement. Perhaps now, with the heroes, you two can try again. What do you say?”

            “I don’t know,” Marc muttered.

            “I don’t see why we should do this. I don’t need any help writing my comic,” Nathaniel remarked.

            Marc flinched and looked away.

            Porcelet put her hands over her heart, then smacked Nathaniel on the back of the head.

            “Ow! What was that for?”

            “Forgive me, but you are a vile, rude boy. Shame on you! Carapace, take Nathaniel home.”

            “And what about Marc?” Carapace asked.

            Porcelet bounced over to Marc and took his hand. “Come with me. We’re going to the restaurant floor, grab some ice cream, and just pig out. And we’ll talk about that horrible Nathaniel without him and the cat. Oh! What if we watch a nice rom com? Would you like that?”

            Marc’s eyes widened. “I… I would, but I’m sure you have better things to do than-.”

            “Oh, nonsense. Gallic Chick is busy, and the boys are going to leave. So, let’s just relax and gossip without them. What do you say?”

            “If that’s ok,” Marc whispered.

            Porcelet squealed and pulled Marc to his feet. “We’re off, boys, and Nathaniel. See you all later and stay out of trouble. And, Chat, go on back to-.”

            Chat Noir bolted out of the room back up to Chloe’s room. He burst in to see Chloe sitting on the couch with Orikko, Tikki, and Ziggy. He glanced over to the bed to see Alix still asleep on it.

            “What’s up, Cat?” Chloe asked.

            “How is she?”

            “Alive and resting. As she should be.”

            “Can you wake her up?”

            “I could, but I won’t.”

            “Wake her up. I need to talk to her.”

            “No.”

            “Do it.”

            “No! And you can’t make me, fleabag!”

            Chat Noir snarled, then turned away. “Fine! But I’m staying here.”

            Chloe rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure you are. And under what authority do you have to make such a decision?”

            “I’m your leader along with Bloody Bug. I’m just as capable of taking away your miraculous as Bug is.”

            Chloe held the hand with Orikko’s miraculous away. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

            “I will if you keep me away from Bug. If you try to cast me out while Bug is still here, unconscious, I will.”

            Chloe grimaced and forced a smile. “I’ll make sure to find a nice place on the couch for you. If you’ll just excuse me.”

            Chloe ran out of the room with Orikko with her. Chat Noir sighed and took a seat.

            “That wasn’t very nice, Chat Noir,” Tikki scolded.

            “Would you not do the same in shoes?” Chat Noir countered.

            “Not like that.”

            “She’s lying,” Ziggy butted in.

            “I am not!”

            “Yeah, you are. I’ve seen you lose yourself to passion before, just as Chat Noir did.”

            “That isn’t an excuse to let him do it.”

            “No, but it makes you a liar and a hypocrite.”

            Tikki deadpanned. “Whatever. Chat Noir, don’t do that again. You may be a leader, but a leader doesn’t abuse their power. You’ll do well to remember that, or you might be the one losing their miraculous.”

            Chat Noir’s ears pinned back before they drooped. They perked up when Chloe entered the room again with a blanket in hand.

            “Hey, Chloe? I’m sorry about that a moment ago. I just-.”

            “No, I get it. I was out of place myself. I just… I hoped once she woke up, we could talk. She told me once she was well, we’d talk. I don’t think she’ll be well, but I thought maybe she might be ready to talk after dying. It’s selfish, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I need to talk to her now.”

            “May I ask what about?”

            Chloe sighed. “I obviously know who Bloody Bug is. I… I didn’t want to accept it at first. I couldn’t accept this amazing hero that had been nothing but kind to me was also the same person that hurt me.”

            “What happened? How did she hurt you?”

            “It was some time after her mother passed. Something like four or five years ago, I dunno. I try not to remember a lot of the details, but there are things I’ll never forget. I insulted her and her dead mother and… and… and she attacked me.”

            “She attacked you?”

            Chloe nodded as she hugged herself. “I had never been more afraid than that day. I begged and pleaded for her to stop, but there wasn’t anything human in her eyes. That day, I saw a monster born of anger and hatred. So, it was… hard to accept the truth. It still would be, if not for Sabrina.”

            “Chloe, why did you insult Alix and her late mother anyway?”

            “I… I don’t know. I don’t even remember why I did it in the first place. I wish I did. Not that it’d make much of a difference now.”

            “It wouldn’t be related to your own mother leaving you, would it?”

            Chloe’s eyes widened as she turned and glared at Chat Noir. “How do you know that? No one outside my Adrikins and Sabrina know about that!”

            “Well… I… crap. Plagg, claws in.”

            Chloe’s jaw dropped when she saw Chat Noir was Adrien. She gasped and pointed a finger at him.

            “Uh, surprise?” Adrien asked.

            “Oh. My. God. How? I didn’t-! How!”

            “Uh, kwamis and miraculous, and all that?”

            “Oh, no! Adrikins, I’ve been so mean to you! I’m so sorry, Adrikins!”

            “Chlo, it’s ok. Mostly. You did try to steal Bloody Bug from me.” 

            Chloe chuckled nervously. “It’s all water under the bridge now, right? You won’t hate me, right?”

            “I never hated you, Chlo. I was annoyed, but I never hated you. You’re my sister, just like Alix.”

            Chloe’s shoulders drooped. “Sister? You mean… you’d never see me as more?”

            “No, Chlo. I’m sorry. I… I don’t really want to think of anyone like that right now. Not after Volpina and Heart’s Design.”

            “I knew it! They did do something to you. What did they do? Tell me immediately.”

            “I… I don’t think I’m ready, Chlo.”

            “You want to end up short fuse over there?”

            Adrien winced, then sighed. “No, but you can’t tell anyone. Not even Marinette or Lila. Promise me, please.”

            “I promise.”

            “Thank you. See, they… they… assaulted me.”

            Chloe gasped. She fumbled over the couch, grabbed her teddy bear, and held it up for Adrien. “Where did they touch you?”

            Adrien gulped as he pointed around to the chest, face, neck, arms, waist, and hips. He looked away, then up to see Chloe in tears. She tossed aside the bear and hugged him.

            “Oh, Adrikins, I’m so sorry those awful girls hurt you. I promise, I’ll make their lives extremely miserable for hurting you.”

            “Chloe, it’s-.”

            “It’s not fine! First, Alix dies. Literally dies that I had to resurrect her. Second, I learn that my Adrikins was assaulted by those girls. How can any of that be fine? It’s not. It’s ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!”

            “Chlo, I know it’s not fine, but I don’t want to think about it. It’s just easier to try and forget it.”

            “Then let’s have the best night ever!”

            Adrien tilted his head as Chloe called for room service and made arrangements for the pair of them and Sabrina. She hung up and headed for the door.

            “I’ll be back, Adrikins. And when I am, we’ll have the best night you ever had!”

            Adrien smiled as Chloe left, then frowned. He glanced over at Alix on Chloe’s bed. He stood and cautiously approached. He hesitated before he crawled onto the bed and curled up beside her. He glanced up at her still face as fear gripped his heart again. The memory of her life passing fresh on his mind. Tears fell from his eyes as he took her hand and pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

            “Please don’t do that again, Bug. I don’t want to lose you. I need you. Please don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to be alone again.”

            “I’m sorry I scared you, Cat.”

            Adrien gasped. He looked at Alix’s face, but she hadn’t changed. “Bug?”

            Alix shifted and pressed her free hand against her forehead. “I fucked up big time, didn’t I?”

            “You aren’t going to leave me, are you?”

            “No. I… I don’t want you to experience the same thing I am.”

            “Bug?”

            Alix shook her head and let her arm fall. “Not now. My head hurts.”

            “Later?”

            “Later.”

            “Promise?”

            “I promise. Now, hush.”

            Adrien cracked a small smile as he cuddled up to Alix.

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            Chat Noir sat on a couch across from Nadja Chamack to prepare to go live with an interview. It was an interview meant for him and Bloody Bug, but he reassured Bloody Bug that he had everything under control. Though he did add that he’d like for her to show up if she was feeling well enough to be in front of cameras. He didn’t expect her to show up, but he still hoped.

            “We’re live in ten,” a cameraman called out.

            Chat Noir sighed and looked away when there was a loud bang. Everyone turned as Bloody Bug strolled into the studio and sat beside Chat Noir.

            “Bug! You’re here,” Chat Noir cheered.

            “Yeah, well, I was bored. And I guess someone reminded me I should make an appearance for a few of these to keep people happy.”

            “Then I owe that someone something in return.”

            “Anything sweet will make them happy.”

            “Duly noted.”

            “And we’re live in five, four, three, two,” a cameraman called.

            “Good evening, I’m Nadja Chamack, and this is Face to Face. For this edition, I welcome the beloved guardians of Paris, Bloody Bug and Chat Noir.”

            Chat Noir waved to the cameras while Bloody Bug flipped them off.

            Nadja chuckled nervously. “Thanks so much for this exclusive live interview.”

            Bloody Bug rolled her eyes.

            “Thank you, Nadja, for hosting it. There’s no one else we’d rather have interview us than you. And to all my fans out there, hello,” Chat Noir added as he blew a kiss to the cameras.

            “Ham it up for the cameras, why don’t you,” Bloody Bug grumbled.

            Chat Noir leaned against the armrest and propped his legs up on Bloody Bug. “Oh, I plan to. Gotta give the fans what they want most. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge, Bug.”

            Bloody Bug snorted. She threw her yo-yo after a rafter, caught Chat Noir’s leg, and pulled on the string. Chat Noir yelped as he dangled and flailed around.

            “Alright, fine. I can hang out for a little bit while you have your little hissy fit, Bug.”

            Bloody Bug smirked and yanked on the string. Chat Noir’s eyes widened as he was pulled up over the rafter and onto the floor. He landed with a thud on all fours.

            “Huh, I guess cats do land on their feet,” Bloody Bug remarked.

            Chat Noir grinned as he took out his staff. He extended it to under the sofa and lifted it up causing Bloody Bug to fly off it. He stood proud as she got to her feet with a mischievous grin.

            “Oh, alright you little bitch. It’s on.”

            “Purr-fect. I love a good cat fight.”

            “Hold on. If we could-,” Nadja started.

            Bloody Bug lunged and tackled Chat Noir. The pair tussled and rolled around in a playful spar. Nadja grimaced as she stood.

            “We thank you both for this wonderful demonstration, but we do have an interview to get on with.”

            “Ugh, fine,” Bloody Bug growled.

            Chat Noir fixed the couch as he and Bloody Bug sat on it.

            “Thank you. Now, it’s obvious that you two are very close,” Nadja started.

            “Of course. We’re like this,” Chat Noir said as he intertwined his fingers.

            Nadja smiled. “That’s sweet. And, as you know, the people know you, but they don’t really know you. We see you saving Paris, but we don’t know anything else about you.”

            “Then get on with your questions,” Bloody Bug hissed.

            “R-right. Let’s begin with the caller segment.”

            Bloody Bug grumbled as Nadja brought up the first caller, Chloe.

            “Hello, caller. State your name and your question,” Nadja instructed.

            “Seriously, Nad-, I mean, of course. Chloe Bourgeois, as most of you should know. And I don’t have a stupid question. I just wanted to say hi to Bloody Bug and let her know I’m here for her. My door is always open.”

            Bloody Bug’s face softened. “Thank you, Chloe.”

            Chloe grinned and bounced. “You’re welcome. Ta-ta.”

            “R-right. Next caller.”

            Nadja dismissed the video of Chloe for Alya, Marinette, and a little girl.

            “Hi there, Bloody Bug and Chat Noir. I’m Alya, and I’m wondering if you can grab me an interview for my Ladyblog. You know, since I have way more viewers than Nadja and can make you way more famous than this little campaign you’re doing for Jagged Stone.”

            “Hi, I’m Marinette. Bloody Bug, I was hoping maybe we could meet up and hang out.”

            The little girl popped up in front of them. “Hi, Mommy!”

            “Uh, well, I don’t-,” Chat Noir started.

            “You can take both your requests and shove up your asses that they come back out the other side again. Next caller. Now,” Bloody Bug hissed.

            Nadja paused and looked down at her bracelet. She gulped and canceled the video call. “Uh, well, let’s move onto the next segment. So, a lot of fans think of you as a couple.”

            Chat Noir tensed up while Bloody Bug glared at Nadja.

            “What are you implying?” Bloody Bug demanded.

            Nadja forced a smile. “Can you confirm that you’re dating here, tonight?”

            Chat Noir’s eyes widened, his ears pinned back, his tail lashed, and his pupils narrowed into slits. He stood and held out an arm in front of Bloody Bug while he hissed and snarled at Nadja.

            “We’re here only for an interview as we promised to Bob Roth, not to be answer wild, false allegations about our personal lives. The very fact that you have the gall to feed into these rumors is a mockery to you as a reporter. Bloody Bug and I are nothing more than friends,” Chat Noir hissed.

            Nadja flinched and swiped on her table, playing the audio from when Bloody Bug and Chat Noir told each other they loved each other from a few days ago.

            Bloody Bug roared and kicked over the table of refreshments for them. “You would dare take these things out of context? For the record, I would never love him like that. He is my friend and brother. Nothing less.”

            “And she’s my best and first friend, and my sister too. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

            “B-but friends don’t tell each other that they love each other like that,” Nadja countered.

            “Well, these two do. This interview is over,” Bloody Bug announced.

            “But-!”

            “Over!” Chat Noir hissed.

            Bloody Bug and Chat Noir stormed out of the studio, out of the News Station, and into the city.

            “The absolute fucking bitch. What gall could she possess that she’d dare push the notion that we’re dating. It’s absolutely fucking ridiculous!” Bloody Bug fumed.

            “And that friends don’t say I love you. I don’t see why more friends don’t. If you love someone, let them know. What’s so wrong with that?” Chat Noir complained.

            “Exactly! You don’t need to be fucking to say you love someone.”

            “Well, kinda. You don’t need to be in a romantic relationship to say it.”

            “Bah! It’s all the same shit.”

            “Uh, no, it’s not. You can be in a relationship without, you know.”

            “Don’t see why you would. I mean, what else is there than the physical stuff?”

            “Well, there’s the love, the romantic gestures, the bliss of being with that one, and just so much more.”

            Bloody Bug gagged. “I see no point in that frivolous nonsense. It’s all just pretty words and empty gestures.”

            Chat Noir tilted his head. “I don’t understand. What do you mean exactly?”

            “Well, I… I don’t know. I just… I never cared nor do care for it. The romance, at least. All those gestures and giving all your attention to single person because they’re supposed to be ‘special.’ It just… I dunno. I don’t hate it, but it just seems… unnecessary.”

            “Then, I wonder, have you ever wanted a relationship?”

            “No. Yes? Maybe? I don’t know. I mean, I find a lot of people attractive, but, well, look at me. Who’d want to consider me? A little, hot-tempered bitch that has more issues than they probably should. Add in that I find all that romance stuff stupid, it just… turns people away. Sure, it gets lonely and I… can feel pent up at times, but who’d want me?”

            Chat Noir’s ears drooped as he reached out for Bloody Bug when a nearby plasma flipped on. They turned to see Nadja with blue skin, red hair styled similar to Bloody Bug, and a cyberpunk suit.

            “What the hell?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “Welcome, everyone, to a new show hosted by me, Prime Queen. Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news. Tonight, Bloody Bug and Chat Noir disappointed all of their loyal fans by refusing to admit the true nature of their love for one another. So, I’ve prepared some trials.”

            Prime Queen snapped her fingers to a display of Chloe and Sabrina reading magazines and gossiping. Sabrina gasped and pointed to the TV. Chloe jumped to her feet while Sabrina ran away. They watched as Prime Queen stepped through to Chloe’s room and tied her up. Prime Queen lifted her hand when Porcelet ran in and used Gift to immobilize Prime Queen.

            “Well, that’s Prime Queen taken care of,” Bloody Bug remarked.

            “Shall we then, Bug?”

            “Let’s.”

            Bloody Bug and Chat Noir headed to Le Grand Paris to Chloe’s room. They walked in to find Prime Queen frozen in place staring into Porcelet’s gift. Chloe had turned off the TV and searched Prime Queen for her Akuma.

            “I don’t see where it could be,” Chloe complained.

            “Oh, what about this?” Porcelet asked as she pointed to the single gauntlet on Prime Queen’s left arm.

            “The bracelet,” Bloody Bug remarked.

            Chat Noir nodded. He destroyed it and released the Akuma. Bloody Bug caught it and purified it. She released it as Prime Queen reverted to Nadja.

            “What’s going on? What happened?” Nadja asked.

            “So, how’s that for efficiency?” Chat Noir asked.

            Porcelet giggled. “Amazing job, Chat Noir and Bloody Bug.”

            “Cat, take Nadja back to the News Station. I’m going home,” Bloody Bug announced.

            “Wait, please! I want to apologize. They threatened to cancel my show if I didn’t get you two to admit to you being in a relationship. They wanted some more evidence for the campaign for Jagged Stone’s tour,” Nadja explained.

            “They’re going to have to enjoy disappointment as there will never be anything between us,” Bloody Bug stated.

            “Yeah. Bug doesn’t like romance anyway,” Chat Noir declared.

            “Wait, you don’t?” Chloe asked.

            “No. The whole everything of it is just stupid. If you take anything back to Bob, then take this juicy bit. I’d rather just the physical side of it all than all that stupid romance,” Bloody Bug said.

            “But… that dance,” Chloe whispered.

            “Dance? What dance? Are you and-?” Nadja started.

            “Cat! Get her out of here!” Bloody Bug roared.

            “Will do, Bug. And I’ll be seeing you later, right, pint-sized?” Chat Noir asked.

            Bloody Bug’s lips twisted into a smile and a snarl. “Those are fighting words, fleabag.”

            Chat Noir smirked as he scooped up Nadja and headed for the balcony. “Then I expect to continue where we left off later, yeah?”

            “You can bet one of your lives on it, pussy.”

            Chat Noir bowed his head and left.

            Bloody Bug sighed and shook her head before she turned to Porcelet and Chloe. “Good job, you two. Porcelet, quick thinking on your part.”

            Porcelet beamed from the praise. Bloody Bug patted her shoulder and moved to leave when Chloe called out.

            “Wait! Please, Bloody Bug, I need to talk to you.”

            “Not now, Chloe. I’m not in the best of moods.”

            “When will you be because it’s very important.”

            “I can’t say. I’m going through a lot of emotions as I search for something. Once I find it and sort myself out, I’ll be ready to talk. I know I owe it to you after everything I’ve done to you in the past.”

            “So… you really are… her?”

            Bloody Bug paused. “Do you hate me?”

            “I… no. I’m confused. Why? You treated me so well as this you, but not the other you.”

            “I know. I guess it was just easier, you know? You didn’t know who I was, and you acted so different around this me. It was… easier to get along with you when you weren’t putting up your walls. I’m sure it’s the same the other way around, no?”

            “Yes. I’m sure if I knew then, well, we wouldn’t be here, would we?”

            “No, we surely wouldn’t. But I promise that in time, we can talk. Just not now.”

            “Then answer one question of mine.”

            “Fine. Ask it.”

            “You aren’t going to hurt me again, are you?”

            “Chloe, I’ve done everything in my power to keep myself from hurting you since that day. There is nothing I regret more than that moment. You didn’t deserve that, and I know there’s nothing I can do to make that right.”

            “Well, no, but….”

            Chloe trailed off as she ran up and hugged Bloody Bug. Bloody Bug gasped and froze.

            “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for giving me that chance to learn. Thank you for being the role model I never knew I was looking for but am glad I found. And know that whatever may come, I’ll be by your side. Always.”

            Tears fell from Bloody Bug’s eyes as she turned and hugged Chloe. Porcelet watched as she de-transformed. Sabrina trotted over as Chloe and Bloody Bug moved away.

            “Bloody Bug? I know it’s not my place, but may I offer something I told Chloe?” Sabrina asked.

            “Sure.”

            “Well, you’re not in the past anymore. Don’t judge people based on their past, but as they are in the present. After all, if we cling to the past, we can never see the present and will be forever blind to the future.”

            Bloody Bug’s breath caught as she felt Sabrina’s words strike her core. She looked down, then back up with a smile.

            “Thank you, Sabrina. I’ll be sure to consider what you’ve told me. Chloe, I promise, we’ll talk once I’m back to a suitable mental state. Right now, let’s keep doing what we’re doing. Ok?”

            Chloe nodded. Bloody Bug patted Chloe’s shoulder, nodded at Sabrina, then headed home.