thank you for 1k reads! I tried to get a chapter out quicker for this / didnt write the right lines for the lowermoon meeting because i really couldnt be bothered to rewatch the scene like 12 times so apologies for that - also enmu is not featured in the meeting because you know.. he's dead ❄️
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you've been in this room for long enough. well, it's only been a few hours (or atleast you assume it has), but you think it might be time to maybe just take a tiny peek out of your comfort zone.
your eyes have grown tired from staring at the wooden floors for far too long, and you push yourself up out of the blankets. you aren't really sure what you're going to do, but you know one thing.
if you see muzan, RUN! ...back to you room, atleast. you doubt there'll be an exit lying around.
you were feeling the affects of homesickness right now, and you had to get it off of your mind, just for a little while.
that encounter with him about the books had creeped you the fuck out. why the hell did you even accept his offer? are you crazy? oh wait.
it's fine, he said he won't kill you or anything. can you really trust that? no. but yknow, better to have a little comfort right?
you wiped your slightly palms on your shirt, sliding the door open.
'six thousand hallways into my brain at once. yum.'
you'd picked up the charred remain of your sword — not like it'd do anything lethal, but it felt more reassuring to have on you.
stepping lightly across the polished floors, you tried not to make any noise. what if the upper ranks were here? they'd definitely eat you before they thought about it, even under muzans order.
although the castle was massive, it was also really bland. and boring. very boring looking.
"why is it that you are all utterly useless?"
you know that voice.
okay- you should just watch from a distance. only a few minutes, or maybe even seconds, just to know what's going on.
you propped yourself behind a set of stairs, peeking your head around the side.
there's a group of people — demons, you suppose — bowing down to muzan.
