Adrien was just going to bed early because he was "sick". Actually he just wanted an  excuse to skip his daily twice-a-day, stupid piano practice. His father must be evil if he made him even look at that large, bulky doom.

If only he knew that his father really WAS evil.

But nope, he didn't. And I don't plan on him finding out in this book. 

But of course something had to disturb him. This time it wasn't Nino texting him an emergency like "DUDE WHAT AM I GONNA DO ALYA JUST ASKED ME OUT AND I'M FREAKING OUT!" and him forgetting to turn his notification volume lower so it was super loud and made him jump out of his skin. Well, maybe not skin. Bed, yes.

This was lots of screaming. He just imagined it was those girls who loved him screaming. It must be a nightmare he was having. You might think screaming girls wasn't so bad and not really a nightmare, but you don't have screaming girls every time you go outside (even if you covered yourself with toilet paper, got a big cowboy hat and wore lipstick and a rainbow wig and announced you were joining the circus, you'd still find your wig ripped off and five minutes later, a bunch of smooch marks on the toilet paper. Hm, how did that happen? Surely very mysterious).

But this time it wasn't squealing. It was a scream of FEAR. 

He went down to investigate and wished this darn place didn't have so many darn steps. He opened the door in a rush ( he didn't mind people seeing him in his pijamas - they looked like designer outfits anyway, and  he was told he looked good in anything. What he did mind was people seeing him ) and gasped as he saw the havoc. 

He grinned and flexed his muscles. Another opportunity to beat Hawky Moth! And another opportunity to hang out with his lady! 

Plagg looked at him sternly. "Cheese first, since you woke me up!"

Adrien sighed and produced a doom worse than piano. This doom was especially stinky as well. He gagged. Still not used to the smell even after four years of smelling it constantly.

Hopefully he never had to know Ladybug thought his armpits smelled worse than the "doom" and could probably knock "Hawky Moth" unconscious.

Still, he needed to credit his stinky armpits that saved the world.

It was sort of terrifying how much the heroes wanted to defeat Hawk Moth. Especially Adrien. Because that sort of meant wanting to defeat your own father.

It was not a happy thought.

Anyway, Plagg finished his cheese in one gulp and swallowed in record time - three seconds - and said, "Okay, time to transform! I really want to use my Cataclysm!"

Adrien promised him he would really soon, on Hawk Moth (ouch, sorry Hawk Moth, your own son wants to Cataclysm you) especially.

"Plagg, claws -"

"Adrien, what are you doing at the door at half past eleven?"