Chat Noir didn't find anything of suspicion when he went to the Agreste mansion. Part of the reason he insisted to go alone, however, was so that he could investigate as Adrien from the inside. He did regret being so harsh on Ladybug, it's not like she knew she'd accused his family of such horrible evils. He knew he shouldn't have lashed out at her, but with all the pent up anger he was dealing with, it was bound to come out at some point.

Perhaps he should have kept it in a little longer.

Chat Noir and Adrien felt like a glass of water being filled. The water was all the emotion he had to keep within him, as well as events triggering such emotions. Some of the emotional water was extreme and poured into the cup in great amounts, while others were simple and only trickled into his figurative cup.

Either way, eventually he was going to overflow.

Maybe the cup was too small for his metaphor. Really he needed a whole bucket, or even bigger, a ravine. Once he reached the limit, emotions would start bubbling over, and eventually, the dam holding the water in the ravine would bust open.

He didn't know what would happen by then.

His biggest fear was that Ladybug was right. What if it was his family? Anyone could be Hawkmoth, even Felix. He felt guilty, he didn't look fondly on his reaction back in the park with her.

But nonetheless, no apologies were coming her way.

After looking around his house for quite some time, looking for any clues—a box to conceal the miraculous, a secret passage into a chamber he didn't know about, a miraculous on any of the people living in the house hold, and so on—he gave up. There was nothing, but that brought him no relief.

In one last attempt to figure it out, he texted Felix.

After what happened all those months ago, Adrien had tried, tried, and tried again to message Felix. Never did he get a response. That didn't stop him trying again, of course. Still, he expected nothing. And that's what he got—nothing.

In defeat, Chat left to go report to Ladybug. And that was that.

Adrien stood over an abyss. He was alone, his toes creeping to the edge of a sharp cliff. He couldn't see the bottom, for there was no bottom. The stars pooled down below as if he drifted in space, and all around him was a certain emptiness of that space, within a galaxy.

It was as if he stood at the edge of the universe—he was dreaming.

He could hear the sound of someone humming in his ears, but no one was there. No matter where he looked, he couldn't find the source of the humming. It was beautiful.

Snow elegantly fell from the sky, or perhaps they were stars. Little, precious stars falling sweetly into the infinite below. They glistened and glimmered, sparkling so beautifully around Adrien. They fell ever so slowly, calming and peaceful. Adrien felt at ease.

In the distance he could hear the humming turn into singing. He squinted into the depth of the universe before him, altered by falling stars and endless night. The Galaxy held many wonders.

As if half submerged in water, there was a woman in the dark, a good ways away from him. She was unreachable. Her voice was elegant and sweet to sound, like she were some siren cast to the universe to live among the stars.

She sung like a goddess. Adrien felt mesmerized just listening to her, and he couldn't move. Her song didn't sound like any language he knew, but somehow he understood what she said. She made promises of life, apologies, endless fortune and a life of gold. Purity to the hands and a gift to the eyes. All Adrien's problems seemed to wash away, as if she were the key to solving it. She could make everything right.

Suddenly the cliff he stood upon began to crumble, sending Adrien into a panic. He slipped, trying to get on sturdy ground. With feet that failed him, he plummeted into the nothingness around him, and the siren stopped singing.

He caught himself on nothing, floating weightlessly in nothing. The cliff was now gone, the stars continued to fall, and the siren was silent.

The endeavor was intense. He felt a fiery grasp of anger that he couldn't escape and it pulled him even further into the depths of the universe, away from the gentle siren. His chest boiled with anger to which he couldn't control and he feared it would all spill out sooner rather than later, and with it, he would die.

The siren waved her hands desperately, a somnambulant of directives, looking as though she were a conductor. She reached for him but Adrien could now hardly see her at the helm of light to which she clung to among the stars.

The stars around her began to plummet, as did the siren herself. Adrien began to fall more quickly as well with the stars, and the world around him became a fast spinning blur. The stars looked to be melting spheres smearing on a canvas, and the realm became dimmer until Adrien was submerged in darkness of fear.

Without stars, there was no light. Adrien stopped falling when he heard the sound of babies crying. Babies, everywhere. He couldn't see them or find them but they all sounded incredibly distressed and afraid. They cried in unison, as if they were all one of the same baby.

Adrien felt some sort of solid ground beneath his feet and was now standing. He ran in his fear, and the sounds of babies crying got louder. He called out, he wanted to scream. The babies were too loud, getting louder, hurting his ears.

And then they all came to a hush as he stumbled upon a woman carrying a baby. She was illuminated by light though there was no source of it. Everything around them was dark, yet Adrien could see the mysterious woman.

"Shh, Shh," the woman cooed to the baby in her arms.

She had her back to Adrien, though he already knew who she was. She began to turn around, swaying her hips to rock the baby gently. The baby whimpered, still crying.

"Shh...Bébé chérie, tout ira bien," she smiled at the baby as it still whimpered in distress. "Il n'est pas nécessaire de pleurer mon fils."

Adrien felt his heart shatter and melt and churn. He felt so many emotions at once it made him sick. This was his mother. She was standing there, taking no notice of him.

"Mom!" Adrien shouted.

"Vous dormiez. C'était juste votre imagination." She took no notice of Adrien. The baby started to fall quiet, listening to her words as she spoke so softly, lulling the child who was unmistakably Adrien to sleep. She glanced up and made eye contact with Adrien, and immediately, she disappeared.

Adrien felt glee and freedom, yet at the same time, a sensation of death. Tears brimmed his eyes, and he was floating again. The earth was gone and he was succumbed to nothingness.

A few lights glimmered from above and Adrien felt himself begin to drift towards them. The lights looked almost like holograms, thought some seemed to be LEDs making random shapes of pyramids and stairs. The cosmos were coming back, the lights returned life to the stars. And for a moment, it was peaceful.

But his thoughts got the better of him.

His mother was still clinging to his mind, he couldn't forget what he saw. She heard him. She heard him shout and call for her yet she didn't react. She acted like he wasn't there, or perhaps he really was invisible. Visions from his memories came to life in the holograms taking stage upon the sky. His father, his childhood, his mother, his friends, his third birthday party, his first photo shoot, learning how to ski for the first time, early piano lessons, learning to sing, the miraculous, Felix, Adrien... Adrien...

In most of the memories, Adrien bore the same dull expression. Fake happiness. False joy. Pretend pleasure. None of it was real and only Adrien knew that. He was a child born of one emotion. And that emotion was on the surface of a buried ocean, the deepest ocean of mind.

No reasoning would set him free.

The holograms began to fade out into clouds which spread out and made the world around him clear. But one last vision lingered, and it wasn't a memory he knew he had, for it never existed. He saw Chat Noir, but not quite Chat Noir. He looked broken, his soul shattered.

Chat Noir was now Chat Blanc, two beings beginning to blur together. Adrien couldn't fathom such a thing but it was become a harsh reality.

"Adrien?" He heard his mothers voice.

The ground was back beneath his feet, gravity had returned. He turned around to see her. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, and she looked distressed.

"You look very... pretty tonight, mother." Adrien said. It was true, of course. She was illuminated by a mysterious light that highlighted her prettiest features. But Adrien could hardly say anything to her.

"Viens avec moi." She said, taking him buy the hand. And suddenly, Adrien was a child. He was living a memory. His mother walked him to a beach that made itself up around them. Upon the beach, rocking in the waters, was a small boat with a sail. Or rather, it was a surf board.

She picked him up and set him on the paddle board. The sail attached to it became loose and it billowed with the wind, pulling them forward. His mother held onto him, keeping him secure.

"Regarde mon fils, une baleine," she guided Adrien's eyes to the distant waters where she pointed at the fin of a whale. It was majestic, arching over the water before sinking below.

"Une beleine!" Adrien clapped. He was a child. This was a memory, once again.

His mother dipped her hand in the ocean waters and Adrien did the same. He was still mesmerized by the whale, because it wasn't anything he'd ever seen before. He couldn't see it anymore, but he hoped to again.

"It's time."

"Who said that?!" Adrien exclaimed, no longer a child. His mother was gone yet he remained on the paddle board.

"It's time."

"Where are you?!" Adrien stood up on the board. The water became uneasy, and Adrien nearly lost his balance.

"It's time."

Adrien spun around and fell off the board, plunging into the cold waters. He could see the shape of the whale swimming in the distance and for a moment, got distracted. Then the voice returned.

"It's time."

Adrien tried to scream but no sound came out. Not matter how he moved his arms and kicked his feet, he couldn't swim, trapped beneath the water. He continued gasping for air, desperate to get out, but couldn't escape.

"It's time, Chat Noir."

Adrien looked down and found he was in his suit. He didn't remember transforming but nonetheless, he was wearing the familiar suit. And beneath him, in the sand, stood Ladybug and Hawkmoth, cold and blank as statues. Both looked terrified, and neither moved. They had no color, Chat was convinced they had to be statues.

He swam down to them, reaching out a hand for Ladybug. But when his hand touched her shoulder, she started the disintegrate as if affected by his cataclysm. He screamed in terror, trying to reverse what he'd done but her body no longer remained in tact. He reactively tried to get away, looking for any way to get out. He needed to wake up.

He looked to what lingered a few yards away from him under the water and froze.  There here was. Chat Blanc.

"It's time you learn the truth."

***

Adrien woke with a start. He gasped for air as if he had been holding his breath the whole time he slept. Plagg was hovering directly in front of his face looking incredibly worried. Adrien rubbed his eyes, assuring himself he was awake.

"You ok kid?!" Plagg asked urgently.

"Nightmare... that's all..."

"You're sweating a lot, I was getting worried."

"That's a first." Adrien said, turning on a bedside light. He had a bottle of water which he took timid sips from. He was thirsty but found he could barely get himself to drink.

"Do you wanna talk about it? This just... this one seemed worse than usual..." Plagg said, circling Adrien's head.

"I need to talk to Ladybug." Adrien said, setting the bottle down.

"Ladybug?! Why her?!" Plagg asked, sounding shocked. "Aren't you mad at her still?"

"Plagg- I just... I need to talk to her, alright?" Adrien said, sounding shameful. "I just... I saw her get hurt in my dream and... I'm afraid I did something... I don't know."

"Kid..." Plagg bore a look of deep concern. He usually didn't seem so afraid, especially for Adrien.

"I'll be fine Plagg." Adrien said, getting out of bed. He checked his phone for the time which read 3:37am. "I doubt she's awake..."

"Can it wait til morning?"

"No." Adrien said, glancing at his ring. "Just... I'll find her, alright?"

"She's not hurt or anything, you know that, right? It was just a dream." Plagg said, flying up in front of his face again.

"You don't understand." Adrien didn't give Plagg time to respond. "Claws out!"

A/N
Adrien's dreams are a fine concoction of mayhem and they will not be going away soon, don't worry. I live for the torture of readers.
-Peter