episode one : origins, part one — stoneheart
I’m back at the Sonic brainrot again
“M-Mother, I don’t want to do this right now. C-can we finish later?”
“Maurice, I am your mother and you will do as I say.”
His head was propped up by his gloved hand as he stared out the window, tapping his fingers rhythmically against his knee. A piece of paper was placed delicately in his lap.
“Here’s your schedule, Maurice. If you want directions to your classes, just walk straight until you get to the double doors.” Mother’s assistant informed him.
The car stopped in front of a huge building, even bigger than his mansion. The doors were wide open and students swarmed like ants on a forgotten piece of food. He got out of the car, rubbing the bands of his schoolbag before he said good-bye to Vanilla.
Maurice started walking, fingers secretly crossed that no one recognized him.
“I think that’s the guy on my Alliance screen, look!”
“Look, that’s the son of the head of Byrn! He’s on my Alliance. His voice is sooo hot.” (note from author: I do not believe this, I just wanna say that this is a crazy fan, okay?)
Already, people started crowding him, asking for an autograph of a picture. Every time he could, Maurice let them (reluctantly) take a picture of him or obliged to just a brief signage of his name.
“....what makes you think anyone’s even going to like your silly pastries? I bet they’re no good, just like you.”
He turned and searched for the origin of the insults. His green-eyed gaze landed on a brown chipmunk surrounded by a couple other mobians, backing a black-and-red hedgehog up against the wall. A box of spilled pastries was at his feet.
Maurice was about to step in when a white bat did it for him. She said something to the chipmunk, who ran away, angry.
He pushed away the fans, apologizing, and ran up the stairs, making a run for it.
Vanilla had said double doors….hopefully this is the right room.
The blue hedgehog pushed open the doors and shut them, flinching at the slam. The room around him was big, with a large window on one wall that reflected the skyline behind the desk; the walls had two large bookshelves, with the occasional photo. An owl mobian sat behind the desk, typing on a computer. The name tent on the front read ‘Dennis Damocles’ in all-caps. “State your name and why you’re here.”
He smoothed down the ruffled quills. “Maurice, sir.”
“Ah, you must be the heir to Byrn and the new student here, right? I’m Mr. Damocles, the principal here. Welcome to Soleanna Academy.” The owl mobian reached out his hand (wing?) and shook the blue hedgehog’s gloved hand.
“Uh, Mr. Principal, I was sent here for directions to my first class, uh….English with….Miss Elise?” He glanced at the paper poking out of his bag.
“Alright. I’ll send someone here to take you to your class.”
“Shadow Doom-Robotnik to the Main Office, please. Shadow….”
The principal’s voice echoed through the classroom. The chipmunk in front of him snickered, acting like she had reported him and got him in trouble. Of course, she had done that before, but he was always let off with a warning.
“Shut it, Sally.” He growled, picking up his bags. If he were going to be expelled or suspended, he might as well make it easy on himself and make one trip.
Maurice sat in the uncomfortable plush chairs at Mr. Damocles’ desk, bouncing his leg and glancing around. How much longer until he was gonna be a real student?
The doors clicked and they opened to reveal….another hedgehog, just like him.
The hedgehog wasn’t much taller than him—maybe just a bit shorter—with light red highlights and pinkish red eyes. He had golden bracelets on each arm and leg; he wore a gray shirt with red accents and black shorts. He had a large patch of white chest fur on his chest (how could he bear to have it? He must be so itchy all the time). A gray schoolbag with the logo of Soleanna Academy was slung over his shoulder with a barely-hidden paper drooping out of it.
The black hedgehog remained standing by the other chair. “You asked for me?”
“Shadow, this is Maurice; he’s a new student here and I want you to take him to all of his classes. It’s a good thing you share every single one with him.” Mr. Damocles shooed them away. “Now both of you go, you’re late.”
The black hedgehog grabbed his wrist and they walked down the hallway. The blue hedgehog’s green-eyed gaze kept darting everywhere, memorizing the school campus.
“Here we are.” Shadow pushed open the door and held it open for him. Maurice walked through and looked around. The student’s desks were elevated above the floor, with stairs leading up to the ending desk in the middle and ramps on either side. There were three windows on both sides with frosted glass and patterned frames. The teacher—Miss Elise, he assumed—was standing in front of a desk with the words ‘Introductions Today’ written behind her.
“You must be Maurice,” The teacher turned to him. “You sit there,” She pointed at the closest desk to the door. “Next to Knuckles. Take off those headphones—we’re in class, not at home.”
The red echidna waved and shoved the headphones into his bag. Knuckles had white bandages wrapped around his dreadlocks and wore a dark green shirt with rips and holes, and blue jeans. A hat with gold stars and an upturned hem was next to him. “What’s up?” He greeted him.
“Maurice,” He shook his hand and sat up perfectly straight. “Do you like this school? It’s my first time being here—in any school, really.”
The echidna had a shocked face for moments before he shook his head. “Yeah, it’s mainly cool, but why would you—? Oh, right, because of all the Alliance stuff, huh?”
He hadn’t noticed the silver ring with the cursive ‘B-A’ on it before, but now he did. “Yeah, my mother sure does keep ‘this guy’ busy.”
“Boys, stop chatting and focus,” The teacher said, and Maurice straightened his posture and fidgeted with the Alliance ring on his finger. “Now quick—when did the Festival of the Sun first start? Gadget?”
“It first started two hundred years ago, when many people in this city spotted a rare occurrence called Solaris’ Fingers, where the sun was closer to Mobius than normal and appeared to have tendrils shooting out of it. Another one of these instances was reported several years later, when the Duke of this city saw it and announced that it was to be remembered.” The red wolf sitting by the window informed them. He yelped when electricity shocked him from the weird red thing he had on the table.
“Very good, Gadget,” The cheetah turned to the board; her orangish-red tail flicked. “Oh, today we’ll be talking about afternoon classes! The classes we have so far are the arts after-school pathway, the music pathway, and fashion pathway. So far, Shadow is the only person who’s applied for the arts pathway; Rouge, Sally, and Nicole applied for the fashion pathway, and Gadget and Knuckles both applied for the music pathway. Maurice, would you like to sign up for one? You just need to take this form to your mother and have her sign it.”
A piece of paper was placed in front of him and he sighed. “I, uh, have too much to do after school. I probably won’t even have time, but thanks.” The blue hedgehog shoved it into his bag.
Although….this would be a nice escape. Mother had always kept him busy with home-school, gymnastics, painting, playing guitar, and running, so it would greatly surprise him if she agreed to sign him up for anything.
He was sitting at the same table with Rouge, Cream (a girl from another class), and, unfortunately, Sally and Nicole. The former of the duo was too absorbed in herself to notice him, so he continued on being silent. His bat friend was busy talking about her new relationship with Knuckles, and he just let her ramble in the background as he doodled absently on the piece of paper in front of him.
There was a loud crash and he turned, alarmed, towards the music section. Sally had wandered over there and started yapping about his sister’s “horrible drum playing”.
“Hey, shut up.” He growled, standing up abruptly and baring his teeth at the chipmunk.
“What? It’s not my fault Blaze is too monotone. Ha! She’s too chicken to put emotion in it, much less tell her main ‘singer’ and cr—”
The purple cat stood from the drums and stormed out, not saying a single word.
He sat, crouched, hiding behind a pillar, watching the two mobians in the hallway. A black hedgehog and a purple cat stood there, talking; the cat was angry but calming down. The black hedgehog seemed to be the candidate for his former Miraculous, but he’d have to be careful.
He slipped the box into the black hedgehog’s bag and darted away.
She shut the door of her study quietly, as not to alarm anyone. The painting of her husband loomed over her, his brown eyes staring down at her with the love she captured when she painted it herself. The memories captured in the glass cages around her lined the walls: the first dress she ever designed, her wedding outfit, and a singular mannequin with nothing but a pin on a blank white shirt. The pin was a small silver oval with just a tiny sliver of purple peeking out; it seemed to be calling to her.
It’d been in the Lunaire family for generations, passed on by her great-grandparent about a hundred years ago. Her son didn’t know about it; her mother had told her that it was typically given to the youngest on their eighteenth birthday, while her son was only fourteen years old.
The purple hedgehog delicately opened the glass box and pinned the jewel to her blouse. The gem glowed and let out a burst of pinkish-purple light so bright she shielded her eyes. When the light disappeared, she saw….something floating in the air.
It was a light purple, vaguely-animalistic, with large fluffy glowing antennae; there was a black swirl on its forehead. It had iridescent white-and-blue wings. It opened its eyes; they were slightly fearful with black eyes and purple sclera. There was a collar of fluffy white fur around its neck.
“What….are you?” She (somewhat hesitantly) asked the thing.
“I am Nooroo, the Kwami of Control. Which Lunaire calls on me now?”
She sighed. “Not important right now. Tell me, what are you? What do you do? Why are you in my family heirloom?”
Nooroo seemed to sigh, as if it’d been thinking of something else. “I’m a kwami, and my power is to create devoted followers for the user of the Moth Miraculous. I’m in your heirloom because—”
“Wait,” She held up a hand, pressing a finger to her chin in thought. “Devoted followers? How?”
The kwami gulped, wincing. “B-by using their e-emotions, the holder of my Miraculous can give them powers and have slight control over the affected person’s actions.”
She stood there, thinking. “So….I could use one to give someone the power to bring my husband back?”
Nooroo flinched. “N-no, only the wish granted by the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculouses can. By joining those two together, you can make a wish, which for you, would be to bring your husband back. But be warned, there’s a terrible—”
“What do I have to do to get these ‘Miraculouses’?”
“Just say, ‘Nooroo, dark wings rise!’ To de-transform, you say, ‘Nooroo, dark wings fall.’”
“Nooroo, dark wings rise!”
Blaze shooed away her brother’s hand. “Whatever. I’m not going to go dance around and hug and kiss Sally. She hates me, Nibbles! I’m not gonna give her the pleasure of seeing my face again.” She stormed away, leaving her brother standing there in the hallway by the railing.
A little purplish butterfly flew up to her and landed on the crumpled-up music sheet in her hand. The background noises became muted and she heard a voice.
“Stoneheart, I am Purple Empress. Words can be a piercing spear when anyone wants them to be, huh? Well, don’t worry, I’m giving you the power to be like an unmovable rock, and their words will never get to you again. In return, I want the….Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculouses! Do we have a deal?”
He snuck up on the candidate for the Black Cat and watched him, checking for any bad qualities. So far, so good (if you know, you know). He heard crashes in the distance and knew there was no time to waste. He slipped the box into the boy’s bag and slipped away.
He exited the car and walked up the stairs. The huge wooden doors opened, revealing the normal, sparsely decorated mansion that Mother called home. He brought the bag up to his room, climbing up the stairs, up more stairs, and his room was on the right. When he hung up his bag by the door, he felt something hard that wasn’t in it before. The blue hedgehog searched through his bag for the object until he felt something in an octagonal shape. He brought it out and analyzed it for anything suspicious.
It was black with an odd red pattern on the top. Maurice sniffed it and opened it. There was a bright flash of green light and he shielded his eyes, groaning as spots danced across his vision, exploding like fireworks. The light disappeared and he lowered his arm, still in a defensive position.
An odd creature was floating there: it was a black cat with a dark green tabby pattern and a long tail. The paw pads were pale silver and glowing; it also had pale white-and-silver rings on his tail. The creature yawned and opened its eyes.
“What year is it? Nevermind that—where’s the cheese?” It darted around the room. “Is this food?” The creature—flying cat?—began chomping down on things.
“Wha—no! That’s my extensive souvenir collection! You’re in Soleanna, the capital of Spagonia, in the year 20—hey! No, you can’t eat that! It’s my couch!” He lunged and caught the cat; it let out a wail as the two thumped to the ground.
“Heh. Gotcha,” Maurice smirked. “Now—what are you? Why are you here? What’s up with the whole….” He removed one hand and gestured vaguely at it.
“Oh, I’m Plagg, the Kwami of Destruction. I grant you the power to destroy anything you touch; it’s called CATa….clysm. Obviously, this ring is the Black Cat Mira—ooh, cheese!” He phased through the blue hedgehog’s fist and started nibbling on the cheese slices he brought in for his chili dog. “If you wanna—mmm!—transform, just say—wow, this cheese is solid—, ‘Plagg, claws out.’ To de-transform, just say—*ahem*—’claws in’.”
“Alright! Plagg, claws out!”
He extended the staff and safely landed on the roof of one of the buildings, stretching. This was amazing! If only he could stay like this forever. The silver cylinder in his hand stretched to touch the roof of the building opposite him; he started tightrope walking and—
“INCOMING!” Someone yelled and crashed into him.
There was a whirring sound and the two dangled together. Red eyes stared at him and he winked. Whatever they were tied up with retreated and they both fell. The guy with red eyes landed perfectly and he landed hard, faceplanting (like in the games 😭).
He stood up and rubbed his head. “Apologies,” the guy dusted himself off. “I—oh, my hat!” He leaned down and grabbed a dark red hat off the ground; he put it on and his face was immediately shadowed by a veil of sorts.
The guy had a dark red jacket with an open front that exposed his fluffy white chest fur; the edges of his sleeves were pale yellow (except for his right wrist, which was a bit weird). The same thing was on the edges of his black spotted pants. His shoes had red soles, a white tip, and red-spotted black patterns. The top of his shoes were the same yellow as his sleeve. His quills (at least he thought those were quills) were tied in what he thought was a low ponytail. The gloves were fingerless and white, exposing light-red stripes on the end of each fingertip.
“Who are you?” He purred. “I’m….Overdrive.”
The guy rolled his eyes—at least he thought so; it was hard to see his eyes ’cause they were obscured by the veil. “....Crimson….Eye.”
“Nice to meet you,” He grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it. “M’lord.”
“Don’t you dare start calling me that,” The hedgehog growled. “Now why are we—”
Some giant rock monster stomped down and Crimson Eye let out a surprised gasp like he recognized it. The rock monster looked like a cat mobian with lava pulsing underneath the rocks. The rock cat lumbered towards the plaza in the middle of the city, breaking through walls in its path. “How do we do this?” He shouted at Crimson Eye.
“I thought you knew!” He shouted back, swinging back and forth between the buildings before he latched onto another building.
An idea appeared in his head. “Oh, I’ve got an idea! My kwami told me all about this. Cataclysm!” His hand with the ring glowed and bubbles of dark purple energy swirled around it. “It allows me to destroy anything I touch, see?” Overdrive leaned against one of the chimneys on the roof and a black dust appeared around it, instantly destroying it.
He jumped on the monster, expecting it to crumble into dust like the chimney. Instead, the monster growled and expanded in size. The hedgehog dropped like a fly and Crimson Eye swooped down and caught him. The two landed on a nearby roof behind the rock monster.
“Thanks for the save.” Overdrive was set down and he stretched, rolling his arm. “Now….what do we do?”
The black hedgehog stared at his yo-yo. “Hmmm….my kwami told me about this….Lucky Charm?” The yo-yo went straight up in the air and glowed; a wetsuit appeared in Crimson Eye’s hands.
“Maybe your Miraculous wants us to go swimming.” He joked. “Whaddaya say?”
“No,” His partner responded flatly. “Maybe—wait, where’d she go?”
“Where’d who go?” Overdrive glanced around. “The cat made of rocks? Thataway.” He pointed north.
“Alrights, let’s go.” Crimson Eye threw his yo-yo and they sailed off towards the plaza.
The two of them landed perfectly, striking poses. The rock monster (monstress? Wait, is there a feminine term for the word ‘monster’?—author) had sat down in the middle of the plaza. One hand was resting on the ground, outstretched, while the other was curled up but still on the ground.
“I’m betting we’ve got to get that hand open to defeat her,” Crimson Eye guessed. He paused for a really long time before he perked up. “I’ve got it! Overdrive, can you help me? Throw some cars at her?”
“What, do I look like I have super strength?” He felt that burning red-eyed glare even from the other side of the veil. “Okay, okay, fine.” The dark blue hedgehog hopped down. “Batter up!” He whacked a car and sent it flying towards the rock lady. Overdrive let out a whoop of joy but it quickly died when she grew taller and caught the car in her outstretched hand.
Apparently, it seemed to be enough for Crimson Eye, who threw the polka-dotted wetsuit (now apparently attached to a tube) at Rock Lady. She caught it in the clenched hand and a small purple-colored ball dropped from the hand. He jumped and caught it.
“What do I do now?” He yelled up at the red-spotted superhero.
“Just yell ‘Cataclysm’ or whatever you said earlier! Didn’t your kwami explain anything to you? Only the Black Cat’s Cataclysm can destroy the akumatized object!” Crimson Eye jumped down and landed next to him.
“Cataclysm!” The purple ball crumbled to dust in Overdrive’s fingers and a small purple butterfly flew out and away. The two of them watched it fly away.
Rock Lady groaned and began to shrink in size. Purple bubbles formed around her and she turned back into a light purple cat. “Wh-what happened?”
“You were, uh….turned into a rock monster. I don’t know why, but you’re safe now, Bla—uhhh, ma’am.” Crimson Eye helped her up.
“Thank you. What’re your names?” The purple cat asked.
“Uhhh….Crimson Eye and Overdrive.”
He jumped in through his bedroom window. “Tikki, spots off.”
The Kwami of Creation, Tikki, landed on his couch. He picked her up in one hand delicately and set her on the side of his desk, putting one of his emergency-stash cookies next to her. As she ate, he kept thinking about when he de-monsterized Blaze.
Tikki swallowed. “That was a very good first job, Shadow. You did everything well.” She praised.
“Thanks—” He turned back to look at her but paused. There was a red-and-black wetsuit dripping water onto his pink carpet.
“Wait….why is that still there?” He asked the kwami.
“Did you not say ‘Miraculous Crimson Eye’ or capture the akuma?”
Wow, that was a long chapter. Took me FOUR DAYS to write this (on paper). Oof.
So, yeah, there’ll be slight lore changes throughout this AU (including kwami and Miraculous designs and powers), so, uhhh….don’t rage at me? Please?
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