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I’m excited for the finale!! I’m team Nathalie for the Peacock miraculous.
I saw some people pointing out “sancoeur” meaning “without a heart” and Nathalie not having a motive to be Mayura and I had to do this.
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I was hoping that the season finale of ladybug was today and I found out it’s next monday lol, welp I have to wait
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Been messing around with filters and it looks like the fan was not the only thing to have received an upgrade…
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There are exactly twelve students in Mlle Bustier’s class. And all twelve have the unsettling sense that something isn’t right with that number.
Written for @purrincess-chat‘s Miraculous Spooktober Day 27 Prompt - Where did [x] go?
Background Music: Clock Tower
My last fic for Miraculous Spooktober! Hope you all enjoyed the stories.
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Alya couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
It wasn’t something she could explain or pin down. It was just a feeling. It was just there. And it was wrong, somehow. Very wrong.
For someone like her, someone who investigated and tried to find the truth no matter what it was, this was incredibly frustrating. To just have a feeling, a gut instinct, murmuring “wrong, wrong, wrong, something is wrong,” and to not even begin to know how to go about finding out what that something was? It was going to drive her mad. Not the least because that instinct was just a murmur – not a scream, like when her instincts told her she was in danger – just a faint trace of something, nagging at her like a pebble stuck in her shoe. Only, no matter how hard she looked or shook her shoe, she couldn’t find or get rid of that tiny pebble.
At school, it was both worse, and better. If anything, that nagging feeling got stronger. But on the other hand, Alya could put a name to something that was wrong, even if it wasn’t that something.
It was too quiet.
Far too quiet.
Usually, before class started, there was talking amongst the students. But today, it was just…quiet. No one was talking. Everyone seemed…subdued, somehow, drawn in on themselves. Even Chloé seemed off – she wasn’t trying to get attention like she normally would.
Does everyone else feel this weird thing, too?
She watched Nino in front of her, trying to gauge without asking if he, too, felt that something was wrong. She frowned, and wondered why she wasn’t sitting with him. He was her boyfriend, after all, and neither of them had seatmates, so why shouldn’t she sit next to him?
She shook her head. She was trying to concentrate on the weird feeling; she shouldn’t be getting distracted by her boyfriend!
And yet…when her mind had been wandering down that path…it almost felt like a step closer to the answer…
But that didn’t make any sense. She wouldn’t be getting this way just about not sitting next to her boyfriend. And more than that, the whole class certainly wouldn’t be getting this way just because Alya didn’t sit next to Nino.
Alya furrowed her brow. It didn’t make any sense. But it was something, so without a second thought, she gathered up her bag and plopped down next to Nino, who started.
“There’s no reason I can’t sit here, right?” she asked, her voice sounding far too loud in the silent classroom.
“No,” he said slowly. “I guess there isn’t…”
But he sounded uncertain, as though there was a reason Alya couldn’t sit next to him, but he didn’t quite know why. And that was all Alya needed to be certain she was onto something, here.
So, instead of paying attention to the day’s lessons, Alya spent class trying to work out just what that something was. She’d been onto something with sitting next to Nino, but that was all that she had to go on. But maybe that was enough of a start.
There was a reason she shouldn’t sit by Nino. What possible reason could that be?
The obvious answer was that the seat was reserved for someone else. But who? Everyone was accounted for; no one was absent. Alya checked. Double checked, triple checked, even. She counted everyone in the classroom several times over, as though she expected the number to change.
Twelve. It was always twelve. But why did that sound wrong?
Someone else is supposed to be here, Alya concluded. But who are they, and where did they go? And why can’t I remember them?
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