A Most Disasterous Voicemail

"Who are you?"

It's okay, she hasn't seen your face yet. Run for it.

Planning to do just that Chat Noir quickly made his way back to the stairs before any of them recognised him, however, he did not come very far before the light turned on.

"Ouch!" That hurt. He still had his nigh vision on so when the room was suddenly flooded by light, that light was amplified by a tenfold. Whilst the sudden brightness of did not hurt his eyes being temporarily blinded, missing a step and falling down the stairs, did.

Emitting a loud groan, he stared up at the ceiling, trying unsuccessfully to blink away the stars before his eyes. "Princess, that hurt."

"Chat Noir?" That was not Marinette's voice speaking, that was definitely not Marinette.

Oh No!

Alya.

Sitting up as his vision cleared, Chat took in his surroundings and oh boy was he in trouble.

Because right now Chat Noir, hero of Paris, was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, or rather diary box, by a group of girls. And he was not caught by just anyone, Oh No, he was caught by Ladybug and the Ladyblogger. Just his luck.

"Good evening princess." He greeted with a smile that he hoped was charming. "Fancy seeing you here."

Marinette looked down at him with a deadpan, no-nonsense expression on her face. "In my room? At 11pm? I'm more surprised to see you here."

"Well yeah," he started as he stood, slowly taking step after step away from the group of girls. Their expressions varying from curiosity to fury. "I can explain."

"Oh I'd love to hear this," Alya exclaimed " exclusive interview with Chat Noir. First question. Chat, why are you trying too read Marinette's diary?"

His days were numbered. He just knew it.

"I-I wanted to visit Mari wh-when I stumbled over this box and-"

"Cut the crap!" Mylene interrupted, causing shocked glances from everyone. "Why did you try to steal Marinette's diary?"

Lost on what to say Chat try to buy some time by holding his hand in front of him. "Unlock it first." With a last glare Marinette turned around digging for the key. Once the box was opened Chat quickly stuck his hand behind his back, still holding the phone tight in his hand.

"So," Marinette spoke up. "why are you in my room, what do you-bla bla bla bla..."

Chat did not listen anymore. Because right then he saw a way out.

A mirror. A single mirror placed right so that he could see the phone behind his back, making it possible for him to delete the voicemail. Salvation.

(For the sake of the story, lets imagine Marinette's phone was not password protected. Okay? Thanks.)

Activated phone? Check.

Opened messenger? Check.

Deleted voicemail? Che-

PLAYING MESSAGE.

Oh no. Oh on nonononononononono NOOOOOOOO!

The girls stopped talking. The room was quiet. Almost quiet.

So cute

Err- hey Marinette. This is Adrien... you know? From class?

I called to ask if- I mean- would you mind if- we met?

callmeseeyoulaterbye!

Chat slowly opened one of his eyes he had squeezed shut when the message started playing.

The girls appeared to be in different states of flabbergast. Nobody ever heard Adrien talk like that.

However, before anyone could say a word the message continued. Starting of with the laughter of what sounded like a maniac (Plagg).

Well? What should I have said?

Hey Marinette, its me, Adrien, from class. Oh and I'm Chat Noir, I accidentally found out you are Ladybug by accident and now I can't even get a single word out in front of you, which is why I'm saying all this over this stupid phone. Pretty hilarious, right?

If the silence before was uncomfortable, this one was all but suffocating.

All girls looked at Chat- no Adrien's face in utter shock.

Until Marinette pointed a shacking finger at Chat Noir.

"You, are a dead cat!"

AAAAAAAAND that's it. Done.

This was fun to write. I hope it was fun to read as well.

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-Cedalodon