Everyone gasped in shock as Alya held the handle of the knife tightly, her eyes closed shut and her lip trembling.

"Alya....? Why?" Marinette gasped as pain soared through her abdomen, making her want to scream in pain.

"Marinette, you wanted to kill Adrien. And Spotty Bane. If you killed Spotty Bane, Nino would die. And Nathanael. And Lila." Alya replied with a cracked voice, as her transformation wore off.

"T-they wouldn't." Spotty Bane said with a strained voice.

"W-what?" Alya blinked.
"T-their transformations would wear off, but that's a-all." He coughed.

Alya closed her eyes in order to stop the tears of guilt. But she fully broke down when Marinette said:
" I-I was still pregnant."

Alya cried out and let go of Marinette, collapsing on the floor. Marinette stumbled a few steps forward, muttered:
"Tikki, spots off. Plagg, claws in."
And fell down on her knees. She could feel the blood dripping down on the ground, making her cry.

"Marinette!" An exhausted Tikki yelled as she slowly flew to Marinette.
" I am no healer kwami, but I will try, Marinette." Tikki whispered as she approached the big wound. She muttered some words and started glowing light pink.

Plagg looked at the scene, and sighed. He then looked over to Adrien, who has passed out, and finally, he turned his gaze to his father.

He walked over to his barely conscious father,and just stood there in silence.

Spotty looked up and him, and sighed. Where does he start? From his crimes? From his failure to raise a child? From his mistakes?

"Son...."
"Say what you have to say, Spotty Bane. Lets get this over with quickly." Plagg snapped at him.

Spotty Bane looked away for a moment, before looking back into Plagg's eyes.

"Sorry won't cut it, I suppose." He muttered.
"No, sorry won't cut it for 5000 years of misery and damage you caused." Plagg replied angerly.

"I know. Just let me speak and end my misery." Spotty Bane calmly replied.
Plagg nodded, but still kept a frown on his face.

Spotty took a deep breath, caughed a little, and started:

"I am a monster, Plagg. A wretched, disgusting, low-life monster. I look back at my life, and now, at the end of my journey, I can truly say..... I failed. I failed in something even pure simpletons suceed. I failed at life. I should have known that from the moment I was born, I was made to fail. I couldn't form my own opinion. I couldn't find happiness, or hope, or love. I failed at being your rival. I failed at being a villain. But most of all, I failed to be your father. I tried, but I was so scared. At that time, I was losing myself. I-I didn't know what would happen if my other side ever took over. Would he kill you, or do something to make you hate me? But, I didn't need Slithering Bane to make you hate me, did I? I am so incompetent, I cause damage wherever I go. I guess that's why they used to call me the 'lowly snake'." Spotty's voice trailed off at the end.

Plagg's ears flattened. He never got a chance to talk to Spotty like this. He only knew about his father from his memories, and what other people told him. And what he heard about him, was never good. He always thought the needed to be ashamed of his father, the murderer of kwamis. But....

"I never hated you, dad. I just hated what you have become."

"W-what? But how can you not hate me? I am the worst anti-kwami ever!" Spotty couldn't believe his ears. Did her really say that.

"Yeah, so? You are my dad. And let me tell you, if Adrien Agreste can love his douchebag of a father, then so can I not hate my snake of a father."

Spotty looked down. Gabriel Agreste atleast hugged his son. He was atleast there. He cared. Spotty Bane was never there. Because he was too big of a failure to ever show his face.

"Now, you shut your mouth and let me speak." Spotty snapped his head up and looked at Plagg.

" I know who you are. I know it pretty clearly. The archives, Wayzz, Noroo. They all told me who you are, and what you are. But I never fully believed them, because of my early memories."

"What memories?" Spotty asked.

Plagg took a deep breath, and remembered. He looked him straight in the eyes, and started speaking:

"I remember when you were still there. I remember when you saved me from my alcoholic mother. I still have the scar she gave me on my tail, when she wanted to cut it off. I remember the nights when I would have nightmares and cry, but you would lie down with me, hum a few tunes, and tell me stories about your adventures. I remember when you couldn't find anything to eat, so we stole a bit of Camembert from a farm. I still eat it, because it reminds me of times when evil and good didn't matter. I remember when I drew my first drawing, on a newspaper piece, with some red brick. You were so proud of me, you actually shed a tear, hugged me, and even used that little money you had to buy me ice-cream as a reward. We never had a roof over our heads, or money, or toys and fancy stuff, but we always had each other. And that was something no one else had."

Spotty was blinking in order to stop the tears from the memories. He remembers it all. He even still has that piece of drawing.

Plagg took a shaky breath, and continued:
" I also slightly remember the night you left me. You left me in front of temple doors. You cried, saying your'e sorry. You knew you couldn't take care of me anymore. I was growing, and you, a homeless single father couldn't take care of me anymore. Then, you left. And the next time you came back, we were enemies. And here we are now."

Spotty sat up, and wiped a stray tear off his face.
"I still have that drawing of yours. I look at it every day, and smile at my little kitten, who liked cheese, and pulling my tail."

It was time for Plagg to hold back tears, as Spotty slightly smiled, and said softly:
" You never needed anyone, but you stuck with me. You would always offer me cheese, when you knew I was hungry, even though I always refused. You tried to find me jobs, and cheered me up whenever I would fail. You called me your hero, even though I was never one. I know I broke your heart when I left, but I had no choice. I guess you don't want your hero anymore." Spotty looked down in sadness.

Plagg couldn't take it anymore. Who cares what he has done? In his last minutes of living, instead of cursing and spitting on Plagg, Spotty apologises and asks for forgivness! Plagg hugged Spotty tightly, and yelled:

"NO! I WANT MY HERO BACK! I WANT MY HERO BACK! PLEASE! COME BACK!!!" He cried on Spotty's shoulder.

Spotty was surprised, but he smiled and hugged Plagg gently. He rocked him back and forth, and started humming:

"I remember when you were still little, my little one. I was the giant, who picked you up, when you fell down. And life was just one funny riddle, my little one. We laughed every day as the world went around, I was the hero, who taught you how to talk. I was the hero.... Who taught you how to walk.... And now you're no longer so little, my little one. You see so much more then I ever will see. And though I'm just dad, and not a hero, my little one. Being just dad's good enough for me."

Plagg cried in his father's arms, as Spotty looked at him, kissed him on the forehead, and said:
"It's time, son."

Plagg looked at him, then at Spotty's ring on Adrien's finger, then at Spotty again.
"You know what has to be done." Spotty whispered to Plagg.

"I-I love you dad."
"I love you too, son. Take care."

Plagg walked over to the ring, touched it, and whispered:
"Cataclysm."

The ring glowed bright purple, and blew up, its shards flying everywhere.

From the corner, Alya whispered:
"Marinette?"

"Yeah?" Marinette replied, her wound healed.

"Is it over?"

"Yes. The sorrow is finally over."

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Well, excuse me, but I need to go cry. But before that!

The song SB sang is this one:

Yep. I am crying. Anyways, time to do something... For the last time.

To be Continued in:
Epilogue: The Ending you deserve.

I will see you soon, and stay safe kitties.😢😢😢😢

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