《Sandboy》Marinette's point of view
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I was cornered by Chat Blanc and too weak to fight back, but Chat Noir came to my rescue. I feel bad leaving him behind, but my energy is running out. Once at the top if the Eiffel Tower I refuel my Kwami.
“Marinette, you’re in no condition to fight him."
I look at Tikki, her doll-like eyes wide with concern. She’s probably right. I shouldn’t keep fighting but if I call for Alya I’d have to explain Chat Blanc to her and I really don’t want to do that.
Once I regained my stability I stood up and went towards the ledge. Paris is one big nightmare, haywire helicopters, murderous clouds, rogue poisonous balloons? And to think, I deserted them and for what my own safety? If I had just transformed in the beginning, I could’ve defeated him sooner, but no I had to go and save myself. I fell to the floor and cried. I thought of my parents, the city, Chat Noir and how I had abandoned them. I wanted to get up, I did. I really did. But I couldn’t.
“Tikki,” I say weakly, “spots on.”
I get up and wipe the tears from my face. It's time to save my city from this ongoing nightmare, and it's time to save Chat Noir from himself. But first a pit stops.
I crashed through Alya’s window and onto her bed where her and Nino sat huddled in the corner.
“LADYBUG,” she yelled, wrapping me in a hug and smashing my possibly broken ribs, “where have you been? I’ve- we’ve been so worried. Where’s Chat Noir?”
“There is no time to explain,” I say and reach into my yo-yo. “Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe, here are the fox and turtle miraculous, you will use them for the greater good, blah blah you know the drill.” They transform and we’re off to go save Chat Noir.
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As we flew above the city, we got many cheers from the hopeless and fear-stricken citizens. I couldn’t help but smile. Even after I abandoned them, they still believe in me.
We arrive at the Louvre and in one corner Chat Blanc sitting on the roof alone. And on the opposite side... lay Chat Noir’s motionless body. I hold my breath, walk over to him. Chat Noir lets out a pained gasp as I roll him over.
“Oh, Chat Noir,” I say holding his head in my lap, “I never should have left you.”
He lays there, holding his ribs and wheezing. Chat Blanc did a number on him. I lean down and put my head on his.
“I’ll fix this,” I whisper, my tears falling on his face. I walk over to Rena Rouge and Carapace, who wait in solemn silence.
“Wait here till I signal for you.” Before I leave, Rena Rouge stops and gives me a hug.
“Girl, you don’t have to do this alone,” she whispers in my ear.
“I know.” I pull her off and head towards Chat Blanc.
He just sits there completely oblivious to me; I think back to the last time I fought him. Betrayal and love destroyed the world. I just need to get rid of him and go after Sandboy. The question is how.
“Lucky charm,” I whisper as to not give away my position. A bell. What use will this bell be? Ugh, I hate how cryptic these can be. I guess I’ll figure it out.
I take a deep breath and approach him.
“Chat Noir?” I say, knowing it’s not him but I couldn’t help myself. He turns to face me.
“M'lady, I thought I lost you!” he says jumping off and coming in my direction “Oh, I was feline so sad.”
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“Chat Noir, we can fix this. Just let me help you.” I hate this déjà vu. I don’t want to go through this again, and he’s not even the villain.
“Of course, we’re goanna fix this,” he says, circling my feet like a cat, “especially now that you’re back and that you’re going to-” he stands up to face me, “-GIVE ME YOUR MIRACULOUS.”
He lunges for my earring, but I move and he misses. I grab his arm and pin him to the ground. And suddenly I see it. I see the way I’m goanna stop Sandboy, but I need Chat Noir
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