AU: Kickstarting this one off with a Jumanji AU. Kinda based of of this post: http://miiiraculous.tumblr.com/post/171394972347/a-jumanji-au-that-sorta-got-away-from-me-in-the
Brief desc: 5 teens. One mysterious video game... Detention has never been quite so weird.
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"So... what brings you to detention?"
It had been five minutes since Mr. Damocles had locked the group of teenagers in the school's basement, explaining before he'd left that he wanted the place to be tidied so it could be refurbished (something about a secret underground base of operation for the owl? Whatever that was) and since they were meant to be in detention, this would be far more productive than to just have them sit around.
The boy with the red cap, Nino if Adrien remembered right, looked up from the dusty shelves he'd been staring at, no doubt lost in mind numbing thought. He was pretty sure he'd seen this guy before (maybe in the cafeteria?) though they had never so much as spoken to one another. Come to think of it, Adrien barely had the chance to speak to anyone who attended the school, Chloe always attached to him at the hip like a limpet, tugging him along with her before he could ever get a word in.
Oh yeah, she was there in detention too, currently sulking in the corner of the room about how 'unfair it was that she had to do physical education when sweat clearly didn't look good on her'.
"Hmm? Oh, I was caught listening to music on the headphones. Dude, I was so sure that a supply wouldn't mind me doing that... but nah," He sighed, fingers trailing his neckline, "You?"
"Too many school days spent absent," because his father pulled him out of school way too often, wanting him to model for him all the freakin' time.
"Oh, I see," He trailed off, an uncomfortable silence encompassing the pair yet again.
"Err, do you-"
"Ahem!" A loud cough drew the pair's attention to a girl standing a few feet away from the pair, a feather duster held firmly in her hands. She waved it at them, scowl on her face as she continued, "How about you put that mothers meeting on hold? Me and my friend Marinette can't just clean this place ourselves, you know?" Her gaze shifted over to the sulking teen in the corner, "Goes to you too, Queen Bee. Or are you too scared that you might get your precious jacket your daddy bought for you dirty?"
Chloe glared in her direction, dusting off the jacket in question, as if daring the dust particles to come any closer to her designer clothes, "You're just jealous that your taste in fashion isn't up to par with moi."
"Pfft, whatever makes you sleep at night, I'd hate to ruin your ever so needed beauty sleep as well-"
"We'll help!" Adrien spoke up abruptly, hoping to split up the argument before it developed into something more. If they were going to be stuck here with each other for the next few hours (and not to mention the weekend), then he didn't want to be stuck with two seething girls, casting death glares at one another when they thought no one was looking. Or maybe they wouldn't even care if others looked on.
"Adrikins?! You're seriously going to get your hands dirty? Why don't you leave the work to them? I'm pretty sure they live in this kind of mess anyway."
The girl ignored Chloe's outburst, instead handing him a feather duster to match hers, "Well here you go," She leaned in towards his ear, though she hardly spoke any quieter than before, "No need to let that blonde haired brat tell you what to do."
The indignant shriek from across the room was duly ignored by the girl, though Adrien found himself wincing, even just a bit.
"I'm Alya Césaire and I'm guessing that you're that model Adrien, right?" Adrien frowned, brain whirring as he tried to place where he'd seen Alya before, though nothing to mind came up. How did she-?
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Fanfiction(MLB) AU! Yes you! Are you in need of an AU? Look no further because this fic is filled with just that, from your generic kwami swap to the quite absurd! You'll honestly be quite sick of them in the end.
