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Rushing from class to part time job, to family dinner, and at each step being told by someone that you need to put in more, that you’re lazy, “in my day I had it much worse, you should be grateful!”
The final breaking point was her boss at the place where she was interning (without pay), the boss who did nothing all day but demand she bring him coffee or lunch, the boss who spent more of the year at his holiday house than in the office. It was that boss berating her for a botched coffee order, telling her that maybe she would care more about this company if she were in his shoes that did it.
He was so busy going on that he didn’t even notice the purple butterfly coming in his window or landing on her tablet. He didn’t even notice when the butterfly mask came over her face. No, his first clue that something was amiss was her interrupting him with “Yes Hawkmoth.”
Suddenly overcome with purple black goo, she emerged as a caricature of herself. And though he automatically stepped back away from her, Mr. Wilson tried to save face by demanding to know what she thought she was doing.
“I’m going to give everyone the chance to walk in each other’s shoes!”
She tapped on her tablet, and suddenly Mr. Wilson found himself sitting at his secretary’s desk… in his secretary’s body, looking at himself and his akumatised intern through the frosted glass wall of his office. Before he had a chance to even react, his office window shattered and she was gone, released on to the city of Paris.
Solemate, I am Hawkmoth. I will grant you the power to make everyone walk a mile in someone’s shoes. In return, you must bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous!