Spoiler Alert [Demon Slayer self-insert]

Spoiler Alert: That Kinda Hurts...

I had a plan for this chapter before but scrapped it, I totally forgot to change the title though. Sorry about that!

Trigger Warning! This has themes of suicide that are canon in the manga! 

English is underlined.

You woke up in a room that reeked of cheap plastic toys. The bed had a thick colorful blanket, and your arms wrapped around a large stuffed animal. You knew what was happening.

"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming," You said like a mantra as you pinched your arms. You bit the inside of your cheek and continued to think about things child you wouldn't know.

Surprisingly, it worked pretty well. You couldn't exactly remember things like your age and why you were here, but you did know one thing though. You had to kill yourself. No matter how brutal it is, you have to die somehow.

"Y/n?" You heard from the doorway, looking up to see your dad. He looked at your arms worriedly and the panic on your face in confusion, "Did you have a nightmare? Did you pinch yourself again?"

"Dad..." You said sadly before tears poured from your face as you reached out your arms to him, "Dad!"

"Dad? What happened to papa?" He laughed a little while working his way through the mess that was your room. Toys littered the floor, legos like secret traps on the carpet.

"What's wrong with them?" Your mother said, leaning on the door frame with sleepiness evident in her body language, "Nightmare? Don't baby them too much or they'll expect it every time something happens."

"They are six, watch your tone," Your dad said with a sour tone as he sent a glare her way.

"Whatever. I'm going to sleep, so don't bother me," She started to walk out of the room, "Sleep on the couch tonight."

Your dad looked back at you as he wrapped his arms around you. The both of your stayed hugging for a while until a voice rang out in your mind. It was loud and familiar, reminding you of a thought forgot when you just woke up.

"Don't indulge."

That is what the voice said, and you understood. It was loud and clear. You couldn't stay here. You already chose to leave your father, you no longer needed to be attached. This was not your father, for you did not have a dad anymore. 

Your name is Y/n, you are an orphan and can tell the future. You were born in America but kidnapped and brought to Japan. You do not know who the man who is hugging you is. You don't recognize your surroundings. You were born in the Taisho era. You have to kill yourself.

You have to kill yourself.

You pushed the man off of you with a panicked apology, running out of the room to the bathroom. The man let out a yell of confusion, and a few seconds after a door slammed open and the women yelled loudly. You do not know them.

SKIP NOW IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE SUICIDE!

You opened the bathroom door loudly before turning back and slamming it shut. You quickly locked it, just in time for a panicked man started to pound on the door. He yelled loudly, even as he got shouted out.

You rummaged through the cabinet in the bathroom, trying to find the razors your fath- the man used to shave his beard.

"Y/n!" HE yelled loudly, "Please open up! It's just your papa! I'm sorry you were scared, I can help!"

You found the package, ripping it open and grabbing the fallen razors. The sound of metal clanging on the floor radiated through the air, making the sound of your heavy breaths sound like nothing in comparison. You did not have good stamina as a child.

The banging got louder, clearly, someone was pushing on the door. An outraged yell was heard from outside, "Don't break the door for them! We can't replace that!"

"Shut it!" The man yelled at the woman. 

You shivered at the noise of them fighting, it being all too familiar. You had to remind yourself you do not know these people, and they aren't your parents. 

You took one of the razors and sliced a quick line down your forearm. Blood quickly poured out, and you let out of shout of pain. Blood splatter on the ground as you continuously cut at the now exposed veins in your arms.

Your arms ached from the continuous motion, but the pain started to numb after a while. You fell to the sticky floor in an odd sense of relief. This felt... very real.

Well, you only assumed, you never actually died before. It hurt though, that's what you know. You are happy you didn't try to die when you were at your lowest.

SUICIDE TW IS NOW OVER!

The door slammed open when your eyes shut. The next time you opened them you were on a train.

Your head still laid on Rengouks shoulder, but his eyebrows were furrowed. You jumped up, looking in front of you. Nezuko's box lay in Tanjirous lap, and Tanjirou had his head laying on the top of it. 

A young girl laid in front of Rengoku with a rope attaching her to the flame pillar. You immediately jumped into action, grabbing and shaking Nezuko's box. This brought attention to the rope on your hand though.

This would mean... someone was attached to you and is now supposedly awake...

You ducked down just as a knife sliced your forehead, making a small cut in place of what would've been a fatal slice to your neck. It was a young boy with long hair who was attacking you, and his face was twisted in anger.

"Stop it!" He yelled out, "Don't get in the way! I want to sleep!"

"Sorry, bud!" You yelled as you punched the boy in the face, knocking him out cold, "Oops!"

You then heard Nezuko fall from her box and start to rustle around. You knew she would already choose to burn him with her demon art, so you focused on getting yourself situated for the upcoming fight. 

While you heard Tanjirou groan and moan about waking up, you fixed the swords on your waist and ran to the front of the train, already planning on finishing this fight early. 

"No time like the present, amirite?" You said to yourself as you sped through the train, slashing the tentacles that tried to attack you along your way.

Taisho Era Secret! Shoichi Style!

Y/n writes to me all the time, even if it's just small little doodles here and then! I assume they are super busy being awesome! I'll ask to visit them next letter.