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"FOR I DO NOT KNOW IF YOU ARE PROTECTING ME OR ATTACKING ME"
You staggered slightly, the ringing in your head intensifying as (G/name) repeated, firm yet gentle, "Don't accept his offer."
Muzan's sharp gaze seemed to pierce through your hesitation. His impatience gave way to a small, calculated smile, one that barely concealed the predator beneath. "Are you all right?" he asked, his tone smooth and soothing, like silk sliding over steel. "There's no need to be afraid. I only want to help you."
The (G/name)'s voice grew louder, more urgent now. "He's lying. He will use you, consume you, and discard what's left. You cannot trust him."
You opened your eyes slowly, meeting Muzan's piercing stare. His hand extended toward you, pale and flawless, a gesture of supposed goodwill. Yet the weight of the voice in your head, so familiar and comforting, kept your feet planted firmly in place.
His expression hardened for just a fraction of a second, the impatience flickering back before he masterfully concealed it. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, tilting his head in mock concern. "You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Let me guide you."
The air felt heavy, oppressive, as though the very space around you recognized the dangerous weight of this moment. You clenched your fists, uncertain of whether to speak or act, while (G/name) whispered once more, resolute and unwavering:
"Y/n. Walk away, now. This is an order."
You stand there immobile and suddenly your body begins to move on it's own. *..wh..what's going on, my body is moving on it's own! (G/name)..what's going on,* you cry in distress as you try to figure out what's going on. Your afraid, confused, disgusted in yourself. And somehow, your still
