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Coming back home after a night patrol, Marinette wanted nothing more than crawl to her bed and sleep for at least a whole week, but once she actually did got to her bed and buried herself under the covers she realized that sleep keep evading her. She's been having troubles getting asleep for days now and it was starting to get depressing. Exhausted, she tried to search on the ladyblog for a while trying to tired herself enough to sleep.
“Interview to Lila Rosi, Ladybug’s best friend!”
Talking about depressing, the brunette thought making a face watching the number of likes that said video already had, and wanting to bang her head against the nearest wall after reading the comments of people who actually believed that. With a tired sigh, she keeps scrolling through the comments section waiting to see if someone would actually question any of those claims.
School that week has been exhausting, with Lila coming back from wherever she's been hiding and starting telling tales so ridiculously grandiose that anyone should've been able to look past them; and yet almost all of her ‘friends’ fell for them and turned against Marinette when she tried to made them realize Lila was lying. She’d been sitting on the back all alone since she came back, with only Adrien and in a memorable occasion Chloé (Chloé!!) talking to her from time to time. It got a little better after Adrien talked to Nino and explained him that he knew that Lila lied about being Ladybug’s best friend (and apologized over and over again for being too afraid of Nino and the rest of their friends turning against him to say anything sooner) and they got him to their side; but it hurt that the rest of the class, including her so called best friend, still believed some new girl over her.
She knew that Adrien was right to some extent; they couldn’t confront Lila without proof. The only thing they would get is getting Lila akumatized again (Marinette wondered if Hawk Moth's has some kind of ‘frequent akuma discount’ promotion or something) and made the rest of the class mad with them, but she was getting tired of being the only one who stood up against her and her lies. Only once, she wished that someone else was willing to call her out of her lies; someone that Lila couldn’t threaten with turning people against them, someone her words didn't have actually any effect on their life’s, someone the Italian girl actually had no way to control…
Marinette’s brain came to a halt when she read the next comment, one who had a huge thread under it.
Mr. Wolf:
Seriously?! This piece of crap’s the breaking news all were talking about? The delusions of some attention seeking bitch? Anyone with a little of common sense (which seems to lack on this site) would’ve realized that she’s a liar, and a really bad one to boot. I mean, what kind of idiot would believe that Ladybug’s best friend would actually out herself to the media when there’s a fucking supervillain hunting down her ‘friend’ and who would without doubt -oh, I don't know- START TARGETING HER AND ANYONE SHE KNOWS TRYING TO CAPTURE THE REAL LADYBUG!!!!
I never liked journalist (my family had a really bad experience with one years ago), but I thought that the ladyblog was at least a reliable source. Well, I guess we all made mistakes.
If this blog’s going to start submitting this kind of trash I better start looking for information about the superhero duo and their fight against that terrorist from other sources. Great job LadybugQueen, you're a prime example of how exactly any journalist must be; I'm sure the tabloids would be fighting for you when you send them your resume.
I'm going back to my mystery books, at least with them the writers actually made a proper research before trying to get something published; and they don’t treat their readers like idiots.
Marinette read the comment, blinked and just to be sure read it again. Well, technically that was what she wanted but with way more sass and curses that she was hoping for.
After that comment, everything anyone wrote about was about ‘Mr. Wolf’ and not the video it talked, and the threat under it only keep growing. Before anyone could stop them most of the ladyblog followers had started a campaign against this ‘Mr. Wolf’. The strangest thing was that said user was actually answering to their insults as easy as breathing.
Fran the frog: how dare you to insult the ladyblog?!
Mr. Wolf: I ‘dare’ because I want a place where I can find real information, not fucking Mary Sues stories
Queen Bae: “you're a prime example of how exactly any journalist must be…” You really don’t like journalist, right?
Mr. Wolf: If for ‘journalist’ you mean those parasites that live from others people trash then no, I don’t like them.
Renarougen1fan: He (she/they? I don’t want to presume for the ‘mr.’) actually made a good point, how do we know that this girl is telling the true?
Victory or victuuri: Of corpse is real!!! Is the LADYBLOG!!!!
Victory or victuuri: course*
Mr. Wolf: Thanks Rena (and yeah I'm a guy, but my best friend was the one who choose my username so the confusion's understandable) is good to see people actually using their heads.
Mr. Wolf: And of ‘corpse’ no journalist has ever published fake information
Lizzie_is_my_patronus: Who you think your are?!
Mr. Wolf: Common Sense, nice to meet you
Mr. Wolf: Also is you’re* not your*
French ninja turtle: AGHTGNWKGFSHCOJ!
Mr. Wolf: Somewhere out there a grammar teacher’s crying
Kitty Noire: Who says that they're not friends outside of the suit uh?!!
Mr. Wolf: Then Ladybug needs new friends, who would like to be friends with some attention seeking whore?
American pig: You're just jealous because Ladybug wouldn’t want to be your friend!
Mr. Wolf: Mr. Trump is that you? Why are you stalking kids in a French blog (I didn’t know that you knew how to read!) when you have a whole country to ruin?
I choose you ladybug!: I JUST SAW YOUR PROFILE YOU DON’T EVEN LIVE IN PARIS!!
Mr. Wolf: *Filling a restraining order* So? I can't worry about what happens in Paris unless I live there?
Chaotic menace: Stop asnwering! Your causing a fandom war!
Mr. Wolf: And that’s my problem because?
Lukeimyourbrother: YOUR JUST A JEALOUS BASTARD WHO WOULD WISH TO BE AS POPULAR AS THIS POOR SICK GIRL!!!!!
Mr. Wolf: Sometimes I wonder if living on that city cause brain damage
Mr. Wolf: Should I made a post pointing each and every lie she said on the video or wait until the rest of you connect your combined two brain cells to realize the true?
Marinette actually snorted at the last comment, this guy was unbelievable. Hesitating for a second, she quickly wrote and send a private message for him. At least that way Mr. Wolf would know that someone was on his side.
Stitches Princess:
First of all, I actually go to the same class as Lila, so let me tell you that I agree with everything you said about her.
But maybe you could have been a little more polite? Not that you weren’t right, but I think most people is mad at you not for what you said, but with the way you say it.
Marinette really wasn’t expecting an answer, and certainly not so fast.
Mr. Wolf:
I know. My best friend's always telling me that I lack a brain-to-mouth filter
Sorry
Stitches Princess:
You don’t have to apologize to me.
But can I ask you something? If it didn't bother you of course.
Why did you made that comment? I looked like it personally offended you.
Mr. Wolf:
Oh, I mean I'm sorry that you’re on her same class.
But answering your question: I was pretty mad when I wrote that.
Hell, I'm still mad.
Remember the last akuma? I think it was some kind of artist.
The last akuma, Piececasso, had been a frustrated art student who had gotten mad when his professor didn’t choose him to expose his work on an art gallery downtown and had held the people on said gallery hostages during the night of the exhibit. She and Chat hadn’t managed to stop that akuma until midnight.
Stitches Princess:
Yeah, I remember him.
Mr. Wolf:
Anyway, without reveling too much about my personal life: someone I know got involved in the last akuma attack.
Stitches Princess:
Oh.
OH.
I'm so sorry.
Mr. Wolf:
Me and my family don’t live in Paris, so every time there’s an akuma attack the only thing we can do is wait for news. The ladyblog’s normally the fastest way to get new information about the attacks, so it’s become our primary source.
When that girl posted that she had some breaking news I thought it was something important.
Like a new clue about Hawk Moth identity.
Or maybe some theories of ways to avoid being akumatized (I know I have a few of those myself).
Even an interview to past akumas victims so show how they keep moving forward after such experience (I don’t care if they don’t remember, something like that has to be traumatic).
But instead she posted… THAT.
Marinette froze after reading his answer. People often forgot that not only those living in Paris were affected for the akumas; sometimes it was easier to think that the people outside of the city only followed the news about the akuma attacks because they found them interesting, not because they had friends and families living on the city and they were worried for them. Thinking about that, maybe the rest of the world probably worried as much or even more for the attacks that the people who actually lives here. And at least the parisians knew immediately when an attack ended, the rest of the world has to wait until there was new information online.
She was still trying to think on how to answer that when he send her another message.
Mr. Wolf:
I have to go now.
My neighbor’s threatening to murder me if I’m not going to bed in this right second.
And since my neighbor’s also my best friend I know he would keep his word.
Bye Stitch, it was nice talking to you.
Watching how the chat icon changed to show that ‘Mr. Wolf’ was offline, Marinette send one last message before finally falling asleep.
Stitches Princess:
Good night, Wolf
We talk later
Meanwhile outside of Paris:
To: Nico no Angelo
Nico, I fucked up
To: Not a Werewolf
In other news the water is wet
Go to sleep Dima, it’s two fucking a.m.
I'm sure whatever its freaking you out could wait until morning
To: Nico no Angelo
I'm serious Nico!
Did you read the comment that I wrote for the Ladyblog?
To: Not a Werewolf
Did you wrote something?
Don’t you always asked me to proofread for you before posting anything
so you wouldn’t end insulting someone?
Like you accidentally do every time you open your mouth?
To: Nico no Angelo
[IMAGE ATTACHED]
LOOK AT WHAT I DID
To: Not a Werewolf
Oh
Well it isn’t so bad
To: Nico no Angelo
Are we reading the same thing?
I called her tabloid journalist
And implied that her followers were idiots
To: Not a Werewolf
Honestly I was expecting something worse that this
I'm so proud of you
To: Nico no Angelo
????
To: Not a Werewolf
You're sleep deprived
You're always crankier and/or dramatic when you're sleep deprived
Adding the fact that you were really mad after seeing that that video
was the ‘breaking news’ she promised, this was pretty tame
To: Nico no Angelo
?????????????????
To: Not a Werewolf?*
I mean I hear you cursing way worse when someone try to wake you right after a full moon
and this time you didn’t say anything bad about reporters
or called them ‘parasites that live from others people trash’
To: Nico no Angelo
[IMAGE ATTACHED]
To: Not a werewolf?
Forget what I say
To: Nico no Angelo
[IMAGE ATTACHED]
THEY KEEP COMING
WHAT DO I DO
To: Not a werewolf?
Oh, sarcastic Dima!
It's been a while
To: Nico no Angelo
Nico!!
To: Common Sense
I'm joking
You know you can ignore them right?
To: Nico no Angelo
I PANICKED
THEY WANT TO TALK
YOU KNOW I'M NOT GOOD WHEN PEOPLE WANT TO TALK TO ME
To: Common Sense
I'm sure that explain our eight years of friendship
To: Nico no Angelo
Nothing explain our friendship!
Fuck, I can't explain our friendship!
Somedays I feel like you just saw the most socially awkward child in the city
And decided: ‘this is my new project’
To: Common Sense
Wasn’t that how it happened?
To: Asshole best friend
If you're not to help me then I’ll go to sleep
To: Common Sense
Dimitri
Again, it’s two a.m.
Today you were checking the ladyblog waiting for the ‘breaking news’ that the girl running it promised
thinking it was something important so you stayed up late
The night before that you were with me waiting for news from my mom after the akuma attack
And the night before that was full moon
You SHOULD be sleeping
To: Maybe not so much an asshole
But what if someone ask me something?
To: Protect this idiot
Anyone else can wait until you're rested
I for one, would like to have my best friend at school tomorrow
and not his zombie version that we suffer once at month
To: Forget it he’s still an asshole
I guess you're right
Do you thing I should let them know that I'm going to bed?
So they would know I'm not ignoring them?
To: PLEASE protect this idiot
Leave it to me
To: Again Nico no Angelo (Too tired to think something else)
Ok
Night Nico
To: PLEASE protect this idiot
Night Dima
Son of Pluto: Mr. Wolf is temporary unavailable, he actually has a life outside of the internet, please leave your message after the tone *Fuuuckers*
To: Why are you like this
Dima, I still see light coming through your window
if you don’t turn off your phone and go to sleep right now
I swear I gonna climb to your room and smoother you with a pillow
The next morning Alya woke up on a great mood. Last night she had posted the video of Lila interview and watched how it had already started to get positive feedback before going to bed. While the first one had gotten some mixed results (there was people saying that Lila was lying, but her followers quickly defended her with teeth’s and claws, insisting that of course Alya’s verified her sources before posting the video) she hoped that with this one the rest of her viewers would realize how great girl she was and what incredible opportunity it was to have connections with someone who actually knew Ladybug and was considered her friend.
Before leaving to school she did her morning ritual of checking on the ladyblog.
At first everything seemed great, the first comments were about people congratulating her for this new scope and wanting to meet Lila themselves (she was sure that said girl would be delighted to hear how well liked she was around the internet, and maybe with this Marinette would let go of her jealousy and unreasonable hatred for the Italian), but then Alya’s blood’s boiled when she read the next one, of someone who called themselves ‘Mr Wolf’.
Fuming, Alya quickly wrote a private message. This wasn’t the first hater she’s gotten and like the rest she would teach him his place immediately.
LadybugQueen:
How dare you to say that about my blog?!
All I post here is 100% true!
Who do you think you are?!
She spend the best part of that day fuming, ignoring anyone who tried to talk with her about that asshole. On the back on her mind she noticed that Marinette spend most of the lunch hour glued to her phone, sometimes smiling without reason, but she had better things to worry about right now.
It wasn’t until afternoon that she got a reply from her hater.
Mr. Wolf:
As I stated before: I'm Common Sense, no wonder you never hear about me.
But if you really want to argue, let’s do it in the main blog where everyone can see us.
I refuse to let some wannabe reporter twist my words to get her own version of the true.
Alya send one last message, storming out of the school:
LadybugQueen:
You're on dog boy
Later that day:
To: My (Lack Of) Impulse Control
Nico, please kill me
It’s the human thing to do
To: Sleep Deprived Drama Queen
Why are you like this