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MLB: Refrigerator Roulette

"So, you're really going to eat that?"

Marinette uneasily eyed the plate of food in front of her husband. If you could even call it that. What used to be green chile enchiladas, from Marinette's Mexican cooking phase, was now a dark, putrid brown.

Its color seemed justified as Mari had made it over a year ago... she just hadn't gotten around to throwing anything out of their fridge before now—and she was sorely regretting it.

Adrien nodded, looking sickly.

"Prove it."

Adrien's face grew greener, still. As much as he loved Mari, he really didn't want to lose this round to her.

He quickly took a bite, swallowing it.

"Ugh! Adrien, why won't you just give up?!!" his wife whined.

"Because I don't want to clean the kids' rooms!"

Oh, sorry! Let me explain what this is all about.

You see, Marinette Agreste was tired of having to clean everything. So, she made a deal with her husband. They would both eat the most disgusting things in their fridge (to clean it out) and the person who refused to eat something that the other would, would have to clean the kids' rooms for a month. And they were some messy kids!

Plagg had lovingly dubbed the 'game' as "Refrigerator Roulette." He and Tikki observed the couple to make sure that neither one would cheat. But it was getting harder and harder to not gag at the sight of everything that they were willing to eat!

The foods had started out edible enough; warm apples, last week's Chinese take-out, and stale bread. But then they got worse; like rotten tomatoes, slimy leftover steaks, and ancient Sloppy Joe's.

Marinette grimaced as she promptly ate a bite of the enchilada. She gagged.

"Remind me to never attempt to make Mexican food again."

"I pinky promise."

"What's next?" Marinette shuddered, still repulsed by the taste that lingered in her mouth.

"Let me look," Tikki responded and flew to the fridge.

"Uh oh!" the tiny voice cried.

"What is it?!"

"The worst thing ever!! And there's nothing else left in the fridge!" she cried in despair.

"Tikki... what is it?!"

"It's..." she lowered her voice. "It's Plagg's wheel of Camembert!!"

Oh no, Adrien was having flashbacks.

No, no, no, no, no!

Not that! Anything but that!

On one hand, Adrien was sure that he'd die if he ate that moldy thing, but on the other hand, he really didn't want to clean his children's rooms. It would probably take close to two weeks to clean it all!

He groaned.

Meanwhile, Plagg was in his element.

"My beloved cheese! I wondered where that went!" He flew over to the fridge and threw the doors open, releasing the unpleasant aroma.

Both Marinette and Adrien started gagging and choking, immediately.

"Plagg!" Tikki exclaimed. "How long has that been in there!"

"Eh, when did we first move into this house, Sugarcube?"

"Plagg! They got married eight years ago!" she shrieked, her voice getting higher and louder.

"So what? Time is just relative. My love of cheese is eternal."

"But the cheese doesn't last that long!!" Tikki retorted.

"Of course it doe—oh! I see your point, Tikki."

Marinette turned to her husband.

"What are we gonna do now?" she asked.

"We're going to finish the game." He said, gravely.

He reached forward and tore off a bit of cheese, bringing it to his mouth. But then the smell hit his stomach and instantly turned it squeamish.

In a flash, Adrien hurled the piece of cheese as far away from himself and started dry heaving.

Mari fisted her hand against her mouth, willing herself to not do the same. And it didn't help that the enchiladas weren't agreeing with her stomach. Yep, she was never making Mexican food ever again!

Oh, and Plagg? He was laughing obnoxiously at Adrien's reaction while Tikki tried to soothe the poor man.

It was a while later, when all the 'excitement' died down, that Marinette finally spoke.

"So...since Adrien couldn't eat the cheese, doesn't that mean that if I eat it, then I win the bet?"

"Yes, but it isn't worth it, Marinette!" Tikki exclaimed.

"Listen to her, Buggaboo," Adrien sincerely pleaded.

But his stubborn wife could not be swayed. She did not want to clean the children's rooms.

Much to Plagg's displeasure, (something about "destroying a perfect masterpiece,") she tore off another piece of Camembert, and swiftly sunk her teeth into it.

Big mistake.

The fumes practically burned her mouth and her eyes began to water. She was positive that the cheese had more destructive power than Chat's Cataclysm!

Not even to mention the taste! If you could call it a taste, that is. Let's just say, there are somethings that are best left undescribed.

Mari wasn't sure that she could take it much longer and promptly swallowed.

Adrien watched, stunned, as his wife shuddered and gagged in revulsion.

Finally, she exclaimed, weakly, "I win!"

He shook his head at her.

"You're crazy, you know that?"

"Crazy for you, mon Chaton."

She grinned, but it was short-lived. Her husband watched as her face contorted.

"Adrien, do you think we'll get food poisoning?"
"Probably," he sniggered. "But you'll get it worse than I will!"

She groaned.

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Guys! Guess what! 

My cat, Toby is asleep on my lap! Aww!!! 

The only problem is, I wanna go to bed! XD

But he's so cute! Ahh! 

Somebody help me decide what to do! 

Do I awaken the adorable devil or suffer in sleep depravity?!!

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Oh, btw, what did you think of the oneshot?

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(EDIT: 5/17/20 Yes, this is the new art on the chapter XD)

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