Clumsy girl

Marinette had grabbed a towel, but had not paid attention to the floor. It happened like a bad tv comedy sketch. The flailing, the tripping, the falling. Before she could recover, she heard the door ringing. Manon was still outside. She **** herself to her feet, opening the door, pulling Manon inside…before she tripped again and found herself outside. Then she heard something terrrifying. A click. She scrambled to her feed, making the classic ENF pose, with her exposed cheeks to the empty streets.

“Manon, please you have to let me in.” Manon did not answer. Marinette pulled on the door, fruitlessly. Her shaved womanhood exposed to the world as she pulled and pushed on the doorknob to no avail. “Manon! Please! Let me in!” she cried.

Manon grinned as she went to the fridge. There were always yoghurt, sweet yoghurt in there. She reached for her phone in her bag, the one her mother did not know about. “Hi me!” she giggled. An older voice replied, the tone smirking and cruel. “Hello younger me. Did it work?” Manon smirked broadly. “Tripped over her own feet. She is naked outside, I think she might be crying.” “Good work, past self. Enjoy yourself.” “You too, big girl me!” The phone cut off as a familiar figure felt joy. “Vengeance at last.”

She walked confidently to her destination, noting how few people were on the street. When your home city was in constant danger from an unknown magical threat, this was inevitable. The people of Paris believed Hawk Moth, Shadow Moth, whatever name the old fool gave himself was still out there. Naturally Gabriel Agreste was dead. And few knew who he truly was. But she knew. And now, an enemy was about to truly suffer. She alone figured out that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was her archenemy Ladybug and that Adrien Agreste was not human. Soon all of Paris would kneel before its rightful leader: Manon Chamack, The Chrysalis. Also known as Cerise Bianca and the archenemy of Marinette Dupain-Cheng….Lila Rossi