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Petition to make Mr Banana from Miraculous Ladybug into a cryptid.
He’s just around every day and no one knows his true face, if he even has one. No one knows who, or what, is under that bright yellow, always smiling, never changing, face.
He knows the unseen horrors of the world, yet he does not speak them. He likely knows the secret identities of Paris’ beloved heroes, yet he stays quiet.
He knows.
No one knows what he knows.
But he knows.
And he will never speak the horrors he has witnessed or the deep, unfathomable secrets he has been unwittingly privy to.
He watches.
And he knows.
And after years of his tormenting silence, keeping the depths of knowledge that no human could possibly comprehend, the only thing he has and will ever speak, in his near perfect copy of a human voice,
“Stay Peachy!”
What does he mean?
What hidden knowledge has he encrypted into his words, his very voice?
What horrors and unfathomable knowledge lies behind those glassy eyes, never blinking, never moving, yet all-seeing?
What unseen, incomprehensible, eldritch horror is hidden behind that wide, too wide, too friendly, just too welcoming, never changing grin?
What secrets does he keep? And for how long? How long has Mr Banana been here? No one knows. If you ask, they’ll say he’s always been here, bringing joy to anyone who sees him. How old is Mr Banana? Where did he come from? Where will he return to?
Will he return to the ash and dust of the Earth once We are all Gone?
Will he ever return anywhere?
Does he have anything to return to? Or has he simply existed since the dawn of everything? Will he be here to see it all crumble? Will he bring the end? Will he be here after we have all met our inevitable demise?
Or is he protecting us? From the horrors he has been witness to?
Is he, alone, preventing our annihilation?
Will he protect us from The End?
Would we simply crumble without his Guardianship?
Should we have faced our demise already?
Is he the one who prevented this?
Is he Still preventing this?
Is he the only thing standing in the way of meeting our eternal fate?
That, dear Readers, is a question we should not ponder too long, should the conclusion be unfavorable. Or Worse. Incomprehensible.
We should simply appreciate this protection we have from facing the inevitable eternity which awaits us.
And with that, dear Readers, I bid you adieu, and a, hopefully, restful night.
Goodnight, dear Readers, Goodnight.