If Marinette Turned Into a Mouse Part 4

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Hey guys!! I just want to say… If you don’t like my projects, please don’t look at them… I got a comment that kinda discouraged me a bit, but I know most of you would never write something like that so… Enjoy, but please no hate. Thank you! Also I was thinking today, and I was like ‘hey, I love romance and shipping in miraculous, so why don’t I try watching a romance movie?’ Ofc with my luck I chose the absolute saddest and most tragic love story I have ever seen by accident. I actually CRIED. So if you want an unpredictable, happy-ending movie, that’s definitely NOT your kinda movie. If you want a bittersweet teenage romance, watch Midnight Sun on Disney+. Warning: PG13 and I would absolutely agree with that rating so if you’re under that age, don’t watch it. Now enough with advertising (lol) and let’s get started!! First: Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1259676180 Chat Noir leapt back to Marinette’s balcony, landing next to the jar that held Mousinette. Mousinette squeaked from the sudden ‘earthquake’ Chat had caused. He winced on the mouse’s behalf. “Sorry,” he told the mouse, rubbing the back of his neck. The mouse squeaked in a suspicious manner. She didn’t trust him yet. He sat down, leaning towards the jar. “I need you to trust me, little mouse. Can I trust that you won’t run away if I lift the jar? I promise I won’t hurt you.” He told the mouse softly. Mousinette looked at the ginormous green eyes. He was going to eat her!! He trapped her here so she could become his early thanksgiving dinner! But… as she looked into the scary eyes, they didn’t look scary… no… The cat-boy-thing looked like he wanted to help her. Those eyes… she knew she could agree to anything he said if he just looked at her like that… he was a predator but… she felt disturbingly safe with him. Like deep down, she knew she could trust him. She squeaked, tiny chin up to try and look fiercer and braver. Chat Noir chuckled. Mousinette seemed to be trying to look intimidating, but was failing miserably, only looking cuter. She looked… happier. Not happy, but… not miserable either, like all those months where she had cried into his shoulder, or just stared into space blankly… It was going to be difficult for him to turn her back into sad Marinette when she could just stay a happy mouse. But he knew he had to. Marinette would want him to. So he carefully lifted the jar, hoping she wouldn't escape. If she did, he would have to catch her again, probably hurt her by mistake, and lose the mouse’s trust for good. But the mouse stayed silent and still when he lifted the jar, to his surprise. He reached his hand to pat her head. "Good mou-" and she squeaked, scampering away from him. He retracted his hand immediately, knowing it was a mistake to try close contact when he was still a predator to her. "Sorry." He said sincerely. The mouse looked slightly less afraid, knowing (or maybe just hoping) that he meant no harm. Chat smiled. Then his smile faded and he sighed. It was her first day back at school, and now she couldn't go back anymore. Everyone would think she was too 'weak' to face them. But then a thought occurred to him. What if... she could go anyway, as long as she behaved? And who better to convince the meek principal than his idol, Paris' superhero? This might just work... The next day, Chat Noir showed up at the school, the jar containing Marinette in his hands. He walked up to the principals office, ignoring autograph requests and forcefully taken selfies. He burst the door open. Mr. Damocles squawked in protest. "Did no one teach you to knock, you ungrateful little-" he looked up to see his idol staring at him, looking quite annoyed. Mr. Damocles squeaked. "I-I... Chat Noir! What a pleasant surprise!" He decided to ignore his outburst. Chat scoffed, and resisted rolling his eyes. What a wimp. He had read the Harry Potter series before, and he was strongly reminded of Wormtail, otherwise known as Peter Pettigrew. Tch. "I didn't come here to chat, Mr. Damocles." He told him coolly. That shut him up fast. "I came to talk to you about this adorable mouse in my hands." He looked lovingly through the glass. To his annoyance, he was interrupted by a sudden girly shriek. "AIEEEEEE!!" Mr. Damocles screamed, jumping on his desk, shaking. "R-R-Rat!!!!" Chat Noir growled. "For your information, this is Ladybug, who attends your school, and she got turned into a mouse, courtesy of the last akuma victim." Mr. Damocles sUdDeNlY overcame his fear and looked at the mouse in awe. "Ladybug attends my school!? This is incredible! Just wait until I tell the-" Chat Noir interrupted coldly. "You do realize that under your neglectful care, she has been bullied for 4 years, getting punished for being a mere victim, framed, and nearly wrongly EXPELLED?!" Mr. Damocles was taken aback. "That can't be right! The only one I have 'almost' expelled is one-" Chat Noir finished his sentence for him. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Scroll to credits!