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Chat Noir learns his Lady faced Monarch alone. It affects him more than he thought
(Inspired by this buggachat post)
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“You killed Ladybug,” The older man tells him, stabbing the cane down next to his partner’s prone form. “You couldn’t stop me.”
“I-” He sits up, blinking. His blankets are tangled around his legs, and slowly the shapes of his furniture come into view. Plagg snores next to him on the pillow, and he can tell it’s still the middle of the night.
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