Basically you're home alone and you're watching Demon Slayer before you forget to put away your rake. But you find the Demon Lord in your garage. How did you get here? Aren't you supposed to be a fictional character?!
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"OMG You look so Pretty! sLaY!" You said, getting off your stepladder to appear taller in the mirror. You and Muzan were in the waiting room, ready to be called up when somebody came in to inform you to. "How do I look??"
You were wearing a blue tinted dress with flower patterns coming from the bottom, along with green pattern heels and a dark green purse. Your hair was all curly to match the Muzan's hair, and you had a flower in your hair that Muzan kept staring at for some weird reason. It was a blue flower, that shone in the light. It was only plastic, but it looked really realistic. You opened a small cabinet from underneath the mirror and pulled out a basket adorned with blue and green flowers.
"Blue suits you perfectly." Muzan said, kissing your hand as you thanked him.
"My relatives might be in the crowd. You got my violin?" You asked Muzan. He nodded, bringing out your violin from his cape.
"You remember the plan? I mean, I guess you are a demon, so you would remember. . ." You mumbled, before somebody knocked on the door, before opening it.
"Hey you guys. It's time for you to get on stage." The person said, before closing the door.
"Oh! can't forget the most important part!" You said, handing Muzan a mini microphone to hook onto his ears as you did the same.
"OMG IM SO EXICTED BUT NERVOUS-" You squealed jumping up and down before heading out with Muzan. The demon lord had no expression on his face, and yet, he still kept staring at that flower on your head. As you two made it upstage, you saw fake trees and a moon display, along with a log you were to sit on. Muzan was allowed to use some of his powers, and if the people questioned it, to just say it was a magic trick. You sat on the log, putting down the flower basket and bringing up your violin, making sure the notes were in the right place, when someone approached you. You groaned. It was Dani in her stupid ballet costume.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. I'm surprised you showed up with that shitty face of yours." She snickered, causing you to roll your eyes. "You don't belong on this stage. And you never will, dipshit."
She walked away, laughing as Muzan approached you.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Well..... I guess I'll see you, in the spotlight." Muzan said, bowing, causing you to chuckle, before disappearing. You took a few deep breaths, before crossing your legs, and focusing on the song, trying not to look sweaty or shaky.
"ROLL CURTAINS, ROLL CURTAINS! This is it!" Someone shouted, before the light dimmed, and the curtain was pulled.
