The Girl in the Snow [KNY X BNHA READER CRACKFIC]

Chapter 26: *Insert main character monologue here*

If the title is too long, then it's called
Chapter 26: *Insert main character monologue here*

TW: MAY CONTAIN DEPICTIONS OF MENTAL HARRASSMRNT

"ZENITSU!"

"TANJIRO!"

"UZUI!"

"Y/N!"

Was all I heard before blacking out.

"Hey, Hey! She's waking up!" An unknown voice shouted, waking me up from the black void.

It's.. Cold? Am I lying in snow? Where am I?

I sit up, taking in my surroundings to see my brother, Mirio and two other kids with him. A boy who seems to look nervous with dark blue hair and pointy-ish ears and a very cheerful girl with long light blue hair and pearl-like blue eyes.

"Y/N-chan, how are you feeling?"
"Mirio? Wha- Where am I?" I paused when I looked down at my now-small-hands and not the usual can-use-as-a-chopping board hands. And my voice, it's higher.. EW AM I A CHILD? FUCK NO

"Y/N? That's a cute name!" The girl with blue hair said while I see the boy with dark blue hair look shy asf. Anxiety? ME TOO BRAH

"Y/N-chan, don't you remember? Your hands permeated through the ground when you tried to break your fall. That made you hit head first into the snow and pass out." Mirio explained.

"Oh.." was all I could say before I started to black out again..

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"Oi. Wake up."
"HEY!"
I woke up to find myself in my old middle school classroom
"biTCH WAT-" I look up to see my old bully from middle school
"Oh.. it's this day" I mumbled
"Get me some food from the cafeteria. Make it quick" The latter said. (God this is cringe) you know what? I might just stand up for myself once.

"GUESS WHAT MUTHAFAK-" I yelled before I was cut off by the- idk what to call her.. Gertrude. Yeah. Cut off by Gertrude kicking me in the solar plexus, knocking the air out of my lungs.

Dammit, I forgor I was weak af back then. "Not only you, but your quirk is weak as hell. Stop trying to be a hero. In fact, you I wish you'd just die.

"I had like- major depression then, lmao" I recalled as my vision once again fades.

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I once again wake up in a similar classroom. "Oh right, UA. This is lowkey giving me major deja vu. Why was I shown those last two memories? Perhaps major life events?

I look at the clock to see it's around 10:30 in the morning, I think it's supposed to be our break time.
I walk outside to investigate the creepy ass alleyway from my Mugen Train dream.

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HOOooOOLY SHIT YOU AGAIN!
DIS BITCH- I mentally cursed as the crusty musty dusty ass dude came up to me again "Y/N, you seem to be enjoying your life? Well I am. It's quite amusing to see you struggle like that." Mystery man chuckled as I grabbed my spare sword I had always kept tucked away in my ass crack. "You bitch." I snarled, "I miss the fucking internet. I'm stuck with the whole "Savior, oh mighty ol' Hashira title now. What's your reason for all of this?"

"Well, you know? Sometimes it's fun to have some new toys here and now. (Ayo) You've grown to be fond of your people back there." The probably-sadistic mother trucker once again lightly laughed in the gayest motherfucking voice I've ever heard.

I permeate myself to fall through the ground. "By the way.. you should be getting back. The white haired hashira seems to have died." The bitch laughed. Okay, yeah. That one caught me off guard. I un-permeated..?? Myself and looked at the glowing purple ball in the dude's hand.

The purple ball then shows a video of Zenitsu under a pile of rubble from the collapsed buildings, Inosuke unconscious on a rooftop, bleeding out from his wounds. Gyutaro breaking Tanjiro's poor fingers, and Uzui supposedly dead on the ground.

And me..

I see my comatose body all bloodied up. Wounds all over the place, a dislocated shoulder, impaled in my left thigh by ̶D̶e̶e̶z̶ ̶n̶u̶t̶s̶ a phat ass support beam made of wood. And holy shit lmao wait- is that my fucking fibula? Sick, that shit's poking out of my right leg damn. How tf am I not dead?

"HolY shI-" I scream as the mystery man once again snaps his fingers to create a dark purple ball of light and throws it right under my feet.

I manage to kick the dude hard enough to make him lose his balance. He falls back as I once again pummeled into the dark abyss.

In that split second, I saw his face again. The sinister smirk oh so familiar, as if I've seen it a thousand times.