𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇

Shiori was panicking.

"Who..."

"WHO ARE THESE DUDES!?"

The cat was baffled.

Rengoku was choking out some random girl, the duo having a rope linked to each of their wrists.

There was some other girl who had a rope linking her wrist with Inosuke's.

A dude who's wrist was linked with Zenitsu's.

There was one with Tanjiro too.

Dang it, y/n as well.

"Just what is this?" Shiori demanded then banged on Nezuko's box, "OI, DEMON GIRL, WAKE UP! WE'VE GOT A HUGE PROBLEM ON OUR PAWS!"

Nezuko poked her head out of the box with round eyes and a soft, "Hm?"

Let's take a look at Y/n's dreams, shall we?

...

Girlie was running. And I mean RUNNING.

She ignored her brothers' shouts for her to come back as she raced through the forest at the top of the mountain, looking around desperately for some kind of exit.

Where the hell was she?

This had to be a dream.

If it was a dream, how was she supposed to wake up?!

Y/n came to a stop at a steep cliff and stared down over the edge, the gears turning in her brain.

Dying, perhaps?

'But what if I die in the real world?'

...

'🚚 it.'

Y/n hopped off and went tumbling down the side of the mountain, effectively committing self deletion.

Not even a second later, a much tinier y/n sat up with a small gasp. She sat in her futon for a moment, processing what had happened before looking around to find her little brothers resting next to her.

'Damn it, another one.' y/n thought irritably as she stumbled to her feet, 'When is this one now, huh?'

Y/n ruffled her own hair with a grumble, feeling irritated. Now she had to go and off herself again!

She ran out the house, found the nearest cliff side.

Then hopped off.

Yet again, she woke up in a dream.

HOW MANY DAMN DREAMS DID SHE HAVE TO GO THROUGH, HUH?!

Y/n let out a quiet huff, rubbing the back of her neck.

'I'll have to sit this one through until I can figure out what's happening.' y/n thought before frowning as she looked around, 'Where... exactly am I?'

She pondered for a long moment before the door opened, and a very different looking Shinobu entered.

Her hair was slightly different, the strands of hair that usually framed the sides of her face tucked behind her ears instead. She didn't wear the butterfly patterned haori either, rather a simple white one.

Y/n slowly processed the appearance, did some mental work, then came to a conclusion.

'Ah, yes, two years ago.' she realized, 'At this time, Shinobu-san was a little more... uh...'

Y/n began to wilt a little under the girl's fiery rage, fidgeting at Shinobu approached and gave her a stern look.

'Intense.'