Embodiment: a tangible or visible form of an idea, quality, or feeling.

"Well?? Who the hell are you?!" Adrien yelled, before him in a shimmering and purple glowing light was the medium figure of a person. It was a boy, he didn't look much older than Adrien. He had a glowing and smooth figure. His hair was slicked back and his skin was a light purple. He had an individual Clark Kent curl covering his forehead and in any other situation, Adrien would have thought that this boy, whoever he was looked like a complete cinnamon roll. Minus the fact, the boy held in his right hand a marionette of Chat Blanc. The boy spoke with a voice that seemed deep for someone of his age, he chuckled at Adrien's violent tone and waved his hand, he was wearing what looked like an old sailor's uniform.

"Adrien, there is never a need to be violent with me, I'm here to help you." The boy spoke, his curl bouncing as he smiled and stretched out his arms in a hug, letting the Chat Blanc marionette swing in his grasp on five strings, Adrien looked down at his body. It was his Chat Noir suit. Except there were differences... some apparent, some hard to notice. The claws were extended immensely. They were sharp and menacing, the tail ended with a fork, rather than a metal tip. On his mask which he could take off at his will, at the top had two... antenna like decor on them which gave them a formal and elegant look... like a butterfly. The wrists and gloves of the suit had braided patterns on them that had distinct details of butterflies in them, as Adrien checked out the suit, the boy chuckled again, his eyes with an almost menacing glow in them.

"I guess after years serving under a designer I learned a couple things, let's just say I added nice touches to your suit." The boy spoke, walking close to Adrien, but Adrien reeled back when the boy stepped close.

"You never answered me, who are you?" Adrien asked, the boy smiled and bowed.

"Adrien Agreste, I am Nooroo the butterfly kwami." Nooroo chimed, Adrien tilted his head in confusion, his mind was clearing, he looked around him and there were dark purple clouds everywhere, making the sky in... where ever they happened to be, it looked horribly menacing. 

"Nooroo, where am I?" Adrien asked Nooroo,  Adrien had never spoken of this to anyone but he hated the dark, and right now he could really only see the floor and Nooroo and he felt compacted and squished in a dark and tight space. Nooroo had and dashing look in his eye as he signaled for Adrien to follow him, and he jumped into nothingness. Nothing happened, now Adrien was alone, he felt like he couldn't breathe, all of a sudden two purple dots emerged from the darkness and spoke in a low and menacing voice, like a growl.

"Well? Are you coming?" The voice spoke, Adrien felt afraid when he realized that voice was Nooroo's... just scarier. Adrien felt he had no other choice than to step into the darkness. He took one step forward. Nothing. He took another step forward, and it seemed like an impatient hand pushed him from behind. For a second Adrien felt like he was falling, he closed his eyes waiting to meet his end, his death. 

"Adrien why are you closing your eyes?" Nooroo asked him, Adrien hesitantly opened his eyes at first thinking it was a trick, but when he opened his eyes he gasped. 

"Welcome to your mind Adrien, this is the place of your dreams," Nooroo spoke proudly as he waved his arms around, it looked amazing. Everything was lit, playful, and just awesome. Except for one thing, the sun was shining in the sky, but there were still dark and purple clouds everywhere. Yet other than that it was amazing, there were people everywhere having fun, laughing at jokes, some singing, some dancing. It was amazing, Nooroo stepped forward and spoke in a happy voice.

"Hello everyone, look it is Adrien Agreste, your creator!" He yelled to the crowds. Gasps, in fear. Screams, of anger. Other than that, silence. Suddenly a little girl walked out of the crowd and tugged on Adrien's suit as Nooroo was distracted giving a "Warming Speech" to the silenced dream-folk. Adrien kneeled down to the little girl, suddenly a memory jogged, this girl, all these people, these were just random passer-by he had seen in his life before. The girl started to whisper in his ear in a high and shrill voice.

"Mr. Adrien when is Plagg coming back?" she asked, Adrien went silent as it felt like his stomach left his body. Plagg... PLAGG!!! Adrien stood up, he had taken off his Miraculous and thrown it on a desk inside the Dupain-Cheng's house. Adrien spoke back to the little girl.

"How do you know who Plagg is?" Adrien asked the little girl looked to be seven, she spoke with exaggerated emotions and had a little gap between her teeth.

"Plagg would watch over us, he was our good friend and we all like him a lot better than Nooroo, because whenever Nooroo gets mad at someone they always end up disappearing." The girl spoke in  a whisper until she gasped. Adrien looked behind himself and Nooroo was standing over him and the little girl. Frowning, he seemed a lot taller than before and he tapped his foot like a disappointed housewife.

"Am I interrupting something important Adrien, I sure thought I was the one giving the tour." He said as he crossed his arms, suddenly he flicked his fingers and the wonderful world started disappearing around him and he could hear the same little girl yell something but he wasn't sure what she said. Nooroo sighed at Adrien, Nooroo seemed tired and out of breath, he began to look at Adrien and speak to him.

"Adrien, I will admit, everything you see around you is your mind, even the dark clouds, but those clouds are my doing," Nooroo spoke, Adrien raised his eyebrow confused, Nooroo pointed to them.

"Over the past months, I have been clouding your mind, driving you insane in this inept desire to be with Ladybug, and to have a hate for Paris," Nooroo spoke, Adrien should have been angry at Nooroo, no he should have felt livid. But something about Nooroo instead made him feel sorry for the boy in front of him. The boy had sat down on the ground and looked behind Adrien in a thousand yard stare, Adrien sat next to him and spoke calmly.

"Hey there's no need to apologize, but why did you do it?" Adrien asked, half of his mind curious about Nooroo's motive and the other half questioning why Adrien had told Nooroo there was no need to apologize for driving him insane. This boy is either super nice or super stupid. Nooroo looked up at Adrien and spoke in this sad tone.

"Adrien, I'm like you, I love someone that doesn't love me back, so I know what it feels like to be rejected... to feel lonely... helpless... for the past three years the only person I could ever talk to only complained to me that my own champions, my children, my akuma were never strong enough." Nooroo rambled to Adrien as Adrien just looked at him.

"I-Is there anything at all I can do to help?" Adrien asked, he completely forgot about his own problems, and because of his kind heart and forgiving soul, he felt he needed to help someone who had done so much wrong to him. Nooroo's gaze shifted slightly as he spoke again.

"There is one thing you can do," Nooroo spoke, his sad tone wavering his voice, "Give me a chance to help you one last time, you can get Ladybug, and I can get Tikki, my true love in return!" Nooroo spoke, trying to smile, Adrien had no clue who Tikki was but suddenly he felt this pang in his heart. Look at this little boy he is just like me, what harm can he do?" Adrien thought to himself, Nooroo stuck out his hand in a handshake.

"Do we have a deal?" He spoke excitedly, Adrien smiled and grasped his hand and shook it once. Suddenly the marionette of Chat Blanc began to hum, as a smile, un humanlike and evil looking stretched across Nooroo's face as Adrien felt his own concious whisk away from him as Nooroo gained complete control of his body.

You shouldn't have done that.