#so...that human thing-

Who?

Alya.

Alya Cesaire.

C̶r̴e̶a̷t̶e̴d̷ ̴i̴n̵ ̶t̷h̸i̷s̴ ̴w̸o̴r̴l̵d̵ ̴k̷n̴o̶w̷i̷n̸g̴ ̶n̷o̷t̵h̴i̵n̶g̶,̶ ̶b̷u̴t̸ ̶k̵n̶o̵w̷i̸n̷g̶ ̷e̴v̵e̸r̷y̶t̸h̸i̷n̴g̷.̴ ̸T̵h̴r̸o̷u̵g̵h̷ ̵h̸i̷m̷.̶

"Alya? Alyaaaaa," someone's voice said.

Was it his? Or...wait. Was it their own?

Time passed.

How many times had they(̴h̵e̶)̴ called?

Alya. They liked that name. (They liked their own voice, too. O̴r̸ ̵w̶a̷s̷ ̷i̸t̵ ̵h̸i̶s̸?̵)

Keep calling. Find her.

"Shh shh. Style Queen might hear you."

Another voice. Another human came.

"Here, your miraculous."

"Why are you the one giving it to me?"

Strange. They(̴h̵e̶)̴ never thought of asking a question.

"Ladybug gave me a mission while she's dealing with Style Queen. Transform yourself and go help her. I'll meet up later."

The fox went away.

....

That voice again.

Voice...Is he in control?

No, but..

..............

Yes. Follow his orders.

"Wayzz. Shell on!"

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"It's because she had good partners!" he said.

"Pound it!"

Oh wow. That felt nice.

Focus. Detransform.

"I don't understand," Ladybug said. "It's been so easy I didn't even get to use my lucky charm."

Something...about a trap.

A trap?

Yes. We're(̷h̵e̸'̴s̴)̵ about to win.

...

Why did the other hum—no—Alya Cesaire raise her hand up?

Oh? High five.

Okay.

Woah. WOAH. That's so cool!

Interaction. Friends. It feels nice.

Feel.

Feelings?

Human. Yeah.

"We're gonna have to be a lot more careful now," the girl in spots said as she turned.

"Shadowmoth knows the identities of some of the people I've given a miraculous. And apparently, he's decided to use this information. Isn't that right?"

Huh?

"Shadowmoth."

.....

But..they are not him, though? A̴r̵e̶ ̷t̸h̶e̷y̶?̸

"I'm sorry, Alya. You better move away from him."

Wait.

"This isn't Nino."

No, but they're—

"It's a sentimonster."

.

.

.

Oh.

Sentimonster.

Monster.

Is that...wrong?

Is that not human?

Wrong. Something went wrong.

Wrong.

Where—

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Dark.

Or is it just...the absence of light?

No. It's just...nothing.

Empty.

What is this?

What are they?

...

A voice.

...

No. A memory. Or a...command?

What was it?