Copy Cat (part 1)

"Hey Jack. Wanna go to the movies tonight?" I ask him. "Yea! Why don't you see if Adrien wants to come with us." He suggests. "Okay, I'll just give him a call and invite him." I reply and get my phone and dial his number.


I wait for him to pick up. But it goes to voice mail," Hey, this is Adrien's voicemail. Leave a message." "Hey babe, I was wondering if you want to go to the movies tonight with Jack and I..." After I said that I realized that I leaked my Kwami's name to him.


Then the phone spoke. "Do you wish to hear your message again. Press one. If you want to erase your message press two." I gasp. "Hit two! Hit two!" Jack says.


I go to push the button. "Message saved, goodbye." The phone says and turns off. I start to worry. "Y/N, if his phone went to voicemail, it means he's busy. Which also means you have a chance to delete the message. You just have to know where he is to find his phone." Jack says.


"Of course, He's at fencing club right now. It ends in twenty-two minutes. Let's go!" I say and leave.


                      Théo's POV:
The mayor and I are standing outside facing the crowd, getting ready to unveil my statue. "I'm sure you've outdone yourself, Théo." The mayor says. It was my honor. And I cant wait to meet Tigerlily, I hope she'll autograph the photo I used as the inspiration for the statue." I say. "Oh, it's nearly time, Tigerlily, Ladybug and Chat noir should already be here by now." The mayor says and starts pacing.


                   Adrien's POV:


I walk into the change room and open my locker to see Plagg eating Camembert. "Plagg, you pig!" I say. "You have one new message!" Plagg says and burps. "Move please, so I can check my voicemail." I say and grab my phone. "Oh, it's Y/N," I smile, I glance at the time. "Oh no. We're late! Time to transform, Plagg claws out!" I say and transform.


                        Y/N's POV:
I run outside and see Chat Noir leaping over buildings "Woo-hoo!" "Isn't Tigerlily supposed to be at the unveiling today?" Jack asks me. "Yes, but Y/N needs to be at the school first." I reply and continue running


"But it's a ceremony in your honor." Jack says. "And it's my honor that's at stake right now. I'll be in and out of there in five minutes. We can be at the ceremony in no time!" I reply and keep going.


                   Adrien's POV:
"Excuse me Chat Noir, but Tigerlily's not here yet." The artist says. "Don't worry about Tigerlily, I'm sure she'll be here any minute. Ladybug and I can handle this for now." I reply and keep smiling and waving.


"It's just that, I wanted to ask her to autograph this photo. She's amazing, she's so brave and smart, the way she always saves everyone." He says. I glare at the photo without him noticing.


"Perhaps the ceremony should commence. It might bring her here faster." The mayor says. "Please, just one minute more, Mayor Bourgeois, she's going to come, I can feel it." He says


                         Y/N's POV:
"I'm here!" I say and see the lockers. "Oh boy, which one is his?" Jack asks me. "His locker is number twenty-two!" I say happily and start looking for his locker.


                       Théo's POV:
"It's only proper for Paris to pay homage to those who protect us from evil." The mayor says and pulls the sheet of the statues. "Tigerlily, Ladybug and Chat Noir!" He says. "Can I get some photos for my blog?" A young girl asks me. I look at the statue of Tigerlily and sigh sadly.


      
                         Y/N's POV:
"Here it is!" I say. "Hurry, They're finishing up!" Jack says. "Okay, just have to open it." I say.


                       Théo's POV:
"These statues are amazing. One thing's slightly off though- I'm actually taller than Tigerlily." Chat noir says.


"Tigerlily didn't show up, I just wanted to express my adoration for her. Let her know that everything I had went into her statue. I'm sure if she took a little time to get to know me, she would see how much we have in common. Our devotion to the things we love." I reply.


"Hate to burst your bubble, but you know, Tigerlily and me, we're a thing, you know?" Chat says.


"Really?" I ask him. "Yes, we are like this." He says and crosses his fingers. I growl and walk away angrily.


"What does Tigerlily see in him?"


                        Y/N's POV:
"They're coming. Put back the phone!" Jack says. "I haven't erased the message yet!" I reply. "We're out of time and we really ought to be getting to the ceremony, come on!" Jack says. I hear the door handle juggling so I rush and hide behind the door as it opens. "Whew! That was rough hahah!" One of the male students say. I run out of the locker room.


                   Hawk moth's POV:
"A thing, huh? You don't even take love seriously. Calling it a thing.... You don't deserve her! I do!" I hear a young man say. "Disappointed by Tigerlily and jealous of Chat Noir. The perfect formula for disaster." I say and turn a butterfly into an Akuma.


"Fly away. My little Akuma and Evilize him!" My Akuma flies into the crumpled photo in his hands.


"Hello, Copycat. I am Hawkmoth. I can help you get rid of Chat Noir, you can take his place and Tigerlily will be your forever. All I ask for in return is your help getting the miraculous!" I say to him.


"The very thought of it makes me purr." He says and turns into Copycat.


       
                      Adrien's POV:
"Ugh, where is it?" I say and look at Plagg angrily. "What ever your looking for I didn't eat it I swear.... I think." Plagg says.


I grab the house phone and call my cell phone. It goes right to my voicemail. "Ugh, it must still be at the gym." I say and grab Plagg.


                    Copycat's POV:
I h while strolling through the museum hall. The civilians around me seem surprised and are taking photos and videos of me. I reach the object I am searching for, I step over the rope and grab the Mona Lisa.


"Don't mind me. Just stealing this painting. Go about your business." "Hey!" Some man says and grabs my shoulder. I trip him. "I gotta get this on camera!" Another civilian says. And I walk out of the Museum with the painting

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