I can't believe this story literally took me a whole year to re-make. So yeah, this story is a re-make of my fanfiction 'Immortal Bond', which I'm sure many people reading this now are familiar with. I ended up hitting a dead end with the first version and just wasn't happy with it at all, so I decided to start from the beginning again. So while the overall storyline is pretty much the same, there will be quite a few differences. I have left the original story up for you to read and compare if you like, and you can find it by just checking out my fanfiction profile. I hope that you guys enjoy the new version of the story!

Also, yeah, I did end up having the tweak the name slightly since fanfiction won't let me have two stories with the same name. I thought it was pretty funny, so thank you so much to my boyfriend for giving me this idea. At least this way I get to pretty much keep the name and have it still mean the same thing.

Rated M for horror, dark themes, strong violence and possible mild language.

I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. This is merely fanfiction written for fun and I am making no money out of this.

~ Immortal Bonds ~

Prologue

Grey and dead. Grey, fuzzy and dead. It was like trying to watch an old fashioned black and white television screen. Her vision was like static, and she could barely make out what was in front of her. But she could certainly sense that she was sitting in some sort of chair. That, and the overwhelming feeling that she wasn't alone.

How did she get here? Where even was here?

Looking around in panic didn't provide much help. It only served to make her vision even more blurry as nothing but grey static surrounded her. It really was like she was trapped inside a badly tuned old television. But when she ceased her panicked movements, her vision began to settle. The outlines of even more chairs began to appear, with tables decorated with dead potted flowers, and, much to her surprise and confusion, what looked like a stack of magazines.

However, she quickly recoiled in horror as the outlines of figures began to appear in a few of the chairs. Her whole body froze in fear, desperate to get up and run from these terrifying beings, only for her terror to paralyse her, worried that any sudden movement might alert them to her presence. There were no identifiable features on the figures. Just a dark mass in the recognisable shape of a fellow human being, with their outline fading into a blur.

Fear almost choked her when one of the figures turned its head to look at her. An expressionless face that was nothing but a dark void. But she could sense its eyes watching her. Then, as quick as it had turned to face her, the figure turned its head back to stare straight ahead again, casually folding its arms across its chest before crossing one leg over the other.

This caused some of the fear to drain away as she stared at the figure in confusion. It wasn't going to hurt her? It looked like…like…it was just casually sitting there, waiting for something to happen.

Upon that realisation, she looked to the rest of the figures in shock. Many figures surrounded her, all appearing to be sitting down and just waiting. Some were slouched while others looked lost in a magazine. Some even appeared to be just as confused as she was, their heads bobbing up and down as if they were trying to shout something, only they had no mouth…no voice.

In fact, the whole room was eerily silent. Not a single sound could be heard.

Her panic rising again, she turned towards the figure sitting next to her and tried to yell something. To beg for some sort of explanation. To ask where she was and what was going on. To ask who she was.

Because she had no idea.

The figure beside her just simply stared blankly back, expressionless and empty. Nothing but a dark and blurry shadow. In the end, it seemed to get bored as it leaned towards the coffee table in front of them and picked up a magazine before flicking through the pages, completely ignoring the hysterical girl beside it.

That was all she knew. She was a girl. She…she was someone important…

Something…something had happened…

And this was where she had awoken.

She strained her brain to try and remember something…anything!

But there was nothing.

Just an unbearable heat. The ghost of a sinister smile. A…a white butterfly.

She jolted at that sudden memory, desperately clinging onto it as it kept threatening to fade away. She couldn't just forget! There was something important that she needed to do! But whatever it was, it had completely faded from her memory. It was like she didn't even have memories anymore. She felt like nothing more than an empty shell. She knew of existence. That was all. She was a conscious being, but that was all. She had been somebody once, that much she could sense.

It was hopeless.

But she was determined to find a way out. Even without her memories, she could at least try and escape this scary place. Who knows how long she had been there. Seconds. Minutes. Months. Maybe even years. All she knew was that she had something important to do, and she couldn't just hang around here waiting.

Cautiously, she stood up from her chair, watching the dark figures around her carefully. None of them seemed to react much. A few glanced up at her, but they soon went back to doing their own thing, further boosting her confidence and determination. So she took one slow step forward. Then another. And another. Soon enough, she was walking again, and no one was stopping her. Maybe this place was safe, but that didn't mean she wanted to stick around in it.

The room almost felt endless as she walked past row after row of chairs full of figures all sitting and waiting for…what exactly? But she would have to worry about them later. Right now, she needed to focus on finding a way out.

"Ladybug!" a distant, familiar voice called to her.

An instant stabbing pain covered her whole body. That voice…it was so familiar. And that name…

Had the voice come from somewhere in this room, or had it been all inside her head? She quickly glanced around as she kept walking, but no one else appeared to be reacting. As soon as the voice had appeared, it had also disappeared, leaving her to question whether she had actually heard anything at all. After a never ending silence, had she finally gone mad? Was her mind producing sounds just to fill that void?

Regardless, she began to break into a jog, and then a sprint. But the air around her felt like it was growing thicker, rendering her unable to run properly. It was like an elastic rope had been tied around her waist, and the further she got, the more it fought to pull her back. She let out a silent scream as she fought against the powerful force. She would not be pulled back. She would make it out of here.

Her determination was only further fuelled by the appearance of some glass double doors ahead of her. Beyond the doors looked to be nothing but a dark void, but she was going to take her chances. It was a door, so surely that had to be her way out. At the very least, it had to be better than staying in this awful place.

However, the closer she got, the more it felt like an uphill battle. It was like the whole world had suddenly titled onto its side, and she was now battling against the forces of gravity to make it up there. The room around her warped, stretching and contorting as she fought with all of her might to reach the door. She stretched her hand out, her fingers finally making contact with the cool metal door handles, allowing her to pull herself the rest of the way.

The door begrudgingly opened under her weight, and with the last ounce of her strength, she managed to pull herself through. The very second she passed the threshold, the doors slammed shut behind her, and the world felt like it was back to normal again, with no powerful force trying to pull her back. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off her, and she could finally breathe again.

She did it.

She had escaped.

She was free.

Feeling a rush of euphoria, she took a step forward, only for her foot to meet no solid ground beneath her. With a silent gasp, she fell forward over the edge of an invisible, dark abyss, sending her falling down into the void. No matter how much she screamed, no sound passed her lips. Her limbs flailed around, trying to grab hold of something – anything!

Terror consumed her as she continued to endlessly fall, her mind crying out for a name she had long forgotten.

Chat Noir.

Those two words were her final thought as she fell, until finally she was engulfed by a mysterious, white light before everything went black once again.

Originally I was going to have this as part of the first chapter, but I thought it actually worked quite well as a prologue. But yeah, I'm back, baby! This story has certainly been giving me hell for a long time, so I just hope that I've got it right this time. Feel free to let me know your thoughts so far in a review, as reviews certainly always help us writers out. If you're new, then welcome! I do also have other Miraculous Ladybug fics if you're interested. I'm hoping to get the next chapter up within the next couple of days, maybe a week at most, but you can always check out my blog or follow me on Twitter to stay in the loop. See you guys soon!