"What Happened Next?" Mondays – Darkblade!

"Can you believe it, Alya?" Marinette practically squealed. There was laughter on the other side of the line. Marinette danced around her room for a moment before landing roughly in her office chair, making in spin. A goofy grin had been stuck on her face since she had returned home from school; if Alya could see it, she would be laughing at her.

"Uh, yeah, girl, I actually can," her best friend replied. "What, did you expect the class to vote for Chloé after trying to get Sabrina to steal your diary?" The two girls giggled. "It would've taken a lot more than Jagged Stone signing autographs to get a majority vote for that monster."

"Yeah, like concert tickets!"

The laughter this time, though boisterous at first, became a little more subdued on Marinette's side.

"I wish I hadn't seen every classmate there at Chloé's campaign thing." Marinette sighed and spun around in her office chair again.

"Uh, not everyone was there?"

"What are you talking about?"

Alya snorted incredulously. "Seriously? You of all people didn't notice that Adrien was absent during that whole thing? You know, Chloé's longtime friend? Absent from her campaign kick-off?"

Marinette could only stare. And blink. She could stare, and she could blink. Everything else took too much effort away from her overworking brain.

Because Adrien had been there….

But…he hadn't before.

How had she not noticed before?

"Marinette?" Alya's voice rang through the speaker on the phone that had fallen to the ground.

What had he said? When he came from upstairs?

"I got transformed into a knight," Marinette had said for reasonable explanation.

"So did I!" Adrien had said quickly, passing her going down the stairs. "What a 'knight'-mare!"

No….

No.

No…no…no, no, no, NO, NO, NONONONONONONO–

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

….

That poor boy must have had to be a knight that whole time! And was probably scared out of his mind! And needed her help, and she hadn't helped him! Darned Ladybug was too slow!

Ugh! And Chat Noir had probably beat him up while he was "knight"-fied!

Marinette sighed…then giggled suddenly.

'Knight'-mare.

That's a good one.

Meanwhile, Tikki was screaming into Marinette's pillow.

Fin!

BONUS!

She couldn't do it.

She just couldn't.

Why had she told Kim he couldn't run?

Or even…Rose. Ugh. That cutesie-cute face.

Or really, anyone else.

And why didn't Adrien, her Adrien, want to run?

Even if no one wanted to vote for her (thanks, Sabrina – UGH), at least she wouldn't have to vote for…this.

She just couldn't do it.

Chloé looked down at her options: Chloé and Sabrina, or Marinette and Alya.

…And she couldn't vote for herself.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" she finally screeched out, before stabbing her pencil repeatedly into the box with Marinette's name in it. Over, and over, and over again.

Although she had to vote for…her….

She felt a whole lot better after that.

And she took pride in the looks of absolute terror coming from her classmates.

That's right. Fear me.

Fin!