All your life, you have been a crybaby, forced to live in a Dollhouse, doing whatever it takes to avoid a Sippy cup. But then, you went to ride on a Carousel, and reunited with a peculiar blond Alphabet Boy. When the urge to spill your secrets to him nearly drives you nuts, you wanted to wash your mouth with Soap. It wouldn't hurt if you just removed his Training Wheels, right? Maybe you could invite him to your Pity Party, and have a nice game of Tag, you're it. Get some Milk and Cookies while you're at it. And if Chloé ever gets in the way, Pacify Her. Whenever you feel insecure, take some advice from Mrs. Potato head.
But... Oh, goodness- don't ever let him realize that you're a Mad Hatter.
(I shall love anyone who understands what's behind this story. Besides Adrien/Chat Noir, a certain someone has inspired me to write this ~ also, I do not own anything. I originally started this in Quotev and thought I'd put this put in Wattpad, too.)
[WARNING! Story contains Dark Themes. Plus, there are certain triggers here. Do NOT read unless profanity easily offends/upsets you.]