Maxwell Kilimal

[No sex this chapter but we have some people to seduce in this world.]

Maxwell woke up with a start. The dream was but a vague memory. He shrugged it off with a sigh and a stretch.

It was still a full 4 hours before he had to get to work so, starting with his normal morning routine, he jerked off. Being 23 and having his own place was hard. He was just glad he had roommates. They were his best friends growing up, Ariel and Jasmine. He'd known them his whole life, or at least as long as he could remember, and seriously trusted them. When they were 14, both girls came out of the closet. A year later, the girls were dating each other. Maxwell loved them like sisters, despite still wanting to take them to bed.

At 1 in the afternoon, he rolled out of bed and, without bothering to get dressed, he grabbed his clothes and headed towards the shower to yank out another one before cleaning himself. As usual, his fantasies landed back on his lesbian roommates.

At 2, he finally climbed out of the shower to eat breakfast while watching a less-than-legal cartoon streaming site for one of his favorite kids shows he wished was on when he was a kid. And, once again, the day was saved, thanks to the superheroes in the animal-themed, magical spandex armor.

"If only I lived in a world like that." Maxwell sighed.

Suddenly, he felt a strange energy. He shook his head as he moved his empty cereal bowl to the sink. It was only when he returned to his computer that he noticed it was on a different show and... Why was everything in French?

"Well, sacre bleu," he said, looking around the apartment. With a shrug, he left his home and began walking to work. It was when he got outside he noticed he wasn't in Kansas anymore.

"Stupid Wizard of Oz reference," he berated himself before trying to figure out his memories from the new world from what he remembered of the old world. It wasn't much. "Why can't anything be easy?" he asked himself as he walked down the street grumbling.

While he was walking, he didn't notice when a girl ran around the corner. She wasn't paying attention either. The young teenager ran straight into him, knocking them both to the ground.

"I'm sorry," she immediately began apologizing, "I'm such a klutz." Was she speaking French? Well, it did make sense. They were in Paris.

It was then he realized what had happened. "Marinette?"

She looked confused and slightly scared.

"If anyone can help me, it's you." Was he speaking French? That felt weird. Deal with it later.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what you're talking about."

He looked around to make sure nobody else was close enough to hear before whispering, "I know you're Ladybug."

She jumped back and glared at him, fear, worry, anger, and many other emotions flashing through her eyes.

"I can prove it. Tikki's in your bag, your Miraculous is your earrings, you activate by saying "spots on," you work with Chat Noir, and I can tell you more secrets I know if you tell me the last villain you fought."

"If you're some type of villain-" Marinette began.

"I'm not a villain. This is gonna sound strange but you have to trust me. I'm from another reality." Maxwell didn't really think it'd work but it was worth a shot. "In that reality, your world is a TV show." He sighed before getting on his knees. "Please, Marinette, help me figure this out."

Tikki yelled from her spot in Marinette's bag, "His energy doesn't belong in this world. He has information nobody else could possibly have. He's gotta be telling the truth."

"I'll trust you for now." Marinette sighed. "Make one wrong move and you'll regret it." She turned to Tikki with a look of worry. "I hope I'm not making a mistake."

"Who was the last victim of Hawkmoth?" Maxwell asked, thinking.

"Andre the sweethearts' ice cream man. He was akumatized into Glaciator. Why is that important?"

"The next one will be Sapotis. Don't try to stop it. Just know that you're gonna have 2 more teammates." Maxwell smirked happily, an awesome idea forming in his mind. "I need to borrow Tikki. I know you have to get to school. When are you helping Alya babysit her sisters?"

"Tomorrow night," Marinette answered hesitantly.

"Then we meet the guardian tonight."

Marinette had many questions rushing through her head. She was about to voice one when Maxwell began speaking again.

"Get to school. You're already gonna be late. By the way, my name's Maxwell Kilimal."