A/N: Have fun figuring out who's saying what, hehe.

Is this satire? Yes. Will I continue it? Definitely.

Swords clashed, and lightning crackled. It was like storm clouds crashing to Earth as the two thunder breath users fought.

Zenitsu's skin cracked as Kaigaku's attack hit him head-on. He ignored the pain, instead choosing to move once more on the offensive. He kept pushing and pushing-not willing to give up. Gramps couldn't be left unavenged.

Even as he fell through the Infinity Castle, his former senior's condescending cackle following him, he still thought about Gramps. In a field of flowers, he listened to his teacher tell him how much he loved him.

Sanemi moved in to attack Uppermoon 1, preparing to use the 6th Form of Wind Breathing. Never had he been so glad he had such a rare blood time. It's moments such as this-moments like these that make a demon slayer worth being.

As he uses the form, he ignores blood rushing out of his wounds. He ignores the metallic taste enveloping his mouth. He needs to finish this as soon as possible.

Uppermoon 1 looks perturbed at what the Wind Hashira had told him. Almost in awe. He effortlessly dodges the slash, stepping on his sword.

He began moving in to cut down the slayer once and for all.

"Hah...hah..." Giyuu panted heavily as he got back up. He couldn't let the uppermoon kill Tanjiro. Not after what they've been through-not after he failed so many others before.

Tanjiro's family, Sabito, Tsutako...the memories haunted him every night. He couldn't let the same happen to Tanjiro. Never again.

Cutting the demon's head did nothing-no matter what he cut off, he kept regenerating, regenerating, and regenerating...did he not have a weakness...?

Giyuu watched as Tanjiro punched the uppermoon. He was shocked. He did that for him? Giyuu was supposed to be doing the protecting-not Tanjiro.

He felt the boy's futile attempts at pulling the Hashira away from the preparing attack. Was he to die? If it meant saving Tanjiro, he'd do so.

Finding his bearings on a wall, the blonde apologized to someone he considered family.

'Sorry, Gramps, I won't be able to see you just yet.'

He reached for his sword, unsheathing it slightly. The air shook as if lightning itself was in the palm of his hand.

"Shichi no Kata: Honoikazuchi no Kami (Seventh Form: Flaming Thunder God)."

Kaigaku could only see a yellow blur coming his way before the world around him gave way to black.

Genya watched from afar as Uppermoon 1's sword came down on his older brother. He was terrified, scared.

He didn't want his Nii-chan to die before he even got to say goodbye. He never apologized for calling him a monster. He never made things right-he still had to tell Nemi that he loved him!

Genya Shinazuagawa never got to see what happened when the dust cleared. All he saw was darkness.

Giyuu was ready to die for Tanjiro. He wouldn't let the teen lose his life when he was there to protect him.

He knew he had to let go of the dead-but right now, he didn't want the dead to become Tanjiro Kamado.

Giyuu Tomioka thought he perished when all he saw was black in his vision.

POV: Third Person Omniscient

Five people woke up simultaneously, gasping for air, adrenaline pumping through their veins, in a random park in another universe. Why? That's a question they don't have answers to. How? Another question, they don't have answers to.

Things were not looking up.

Sanemi coughed up blood, taking in his surroundings from where he was on the ground. "Where the fuck are we?!"

Genya (still cut in half) glanced worriedly at his brother. "I-N-nii-chan-"

"Shut the fuck up, Genya. Where the fuck are we?!" He struggled to a stand, clutching the sword in his hand with a grip as of a vise.

Giyuu's eyes were wide as he looked around. "Didn't I die-"

Zenitsu stumbled as he tried to stand up. As soon as his hands left the ground, though, he fell back on his ass. "U-uh-ah... AaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHH! WHERE ARE WEEEE?!" The blond kept on screeching nonsense, catching the unwanted attention of random civilians across the street from the park.

"Zenitsu, shut up!"

"GENYYAAAAA! WHAT'S GOING ON?! WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?!"

"Hah?! Where the fuck am I?! What is this scum doing here?!"

The teen whirled around at the voice. His expression changed to an angered one-before his eyes widened, fear overtaking his features.

"What?" The raven hair hissed. He looked down at himself, due to the "scum's" intense staring, to be greeted with a terrible sight.

"WHAT THE-"

"OH MY GOSH, KAIGAKU WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW-WHA-WHEN DID-HAH?!" Zenitsu screamed out, staring at the human-turned-demon-turned-human.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW-" The older screeched back. His fangs were gone, his markings were gone-he could even guess that his sclera was white again! When he looked at the slayers around him, he didn't feel any intense hatred (except for maybe Zenitsu). He didn't even feel hunger for human flesh!

Due to everyone's panic, Genya cried out; "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING-"

The question was answered with more screeching.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID MUZAN DO?!"

"ZENITSU, SHUT UP!"

"AHHHHHH-"

"YOU FUCKING SCUM! I'LL KILL YOU!"

"We should all calm down-"

"QUIET, EMO!"

"'Nemi! You can't say that to people!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, GENYA!"

"*incoherent screeching*"

"I'll fucking kill you ALL!"

"No one will be killing anyone-"

"GRAMPS, SAVE MEEE!"

"DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT BASTARD OLD MAN!"

"HAH?! DON'T FUCKING CALL GRAMPS A BASTARD!"

"I'LL CALL HIM WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT!"

"CAN EVERYONE QUIET DOWN?! WE'RE SURROUNDED BY DEMONS!"

That finally snapped some sense into the slayers (and the human-turned-demon-turned-human). They were, indeed, surrounded by "demon" looking beings. Except-they weren't attacking. They avoided them.

Sanemi looked out of the park at the sidewalk across the street. All civilians who'd been in the park had left. "Why aren't they attacking us?"

"They act like normal civilians, if anything," Giyuu states coolly. The white-haired man glared at him, still pissed by his sudden outburst.

"Says the one who fucking said they were demons."

"Hn. They might be."

"What the fuck are those things-on the path?"

"I'm...not sure. To my knowledge, it mildly resembles something known as a "car." "

" "Car?" What the fuck is that?"

"It's something used for transportation. It has most of the same uses as a train-except smaller, and...slower even."

"It's fucking useless then."

"Not necessarily."

"Are you fucking disagreeing with me, you bag of shit?"

"You can take it as such."

"You ass!"

The two continued bickering as Genya, Zenitsu, and Kaigaku fought in a three-way fight-the two brunettes tag-teaming the screeching blond before them.

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!"

"TANJIROOO! INOSUKEEE! KANAOOO! GENYAAAAAA!"

"I'm LITERALLY. RIGHT. HERE!"

"IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP, TRASH, I'LL FUCKING BASH YOUR SKULL-"

"SHUT UP, KAIGAKU! YOU'RE NOT A FUCKING DEMON ANYMORE!"

"SO?! I'LL STILL KILL YOU ALL THE SAME!"

"I'M NOT GONNA BEHEAD A FUCKING HUMAN!"

"MAKES IT EASIER TO KILL YOU THEN!"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT-"

"FUCKING SHUT UP, (GENYA)!" Both teens said, the younger the only one calling the teen by his name. The three were silent for a moment.

More hell broke loose.

"DON'T FUCKING COPY ME!"

"I DIDN'T! YOU COPIED ME!"

"DOES IT REALLY FUCKING MATTER?!"

"YEAH, IT DOES, GENYA!"

"TRASH! I'LL KILL YOU!"

"YOU KEEP SAYING THAT-YET YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN UP!"

"I'M WAITING!"

"OR MAYBE YOU JUST CAN'T !"

"NO ONE FUCKING ASKED YOU!"

"WELL-"

"ALL THREE OF YOU BETTER SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Nii-chan-"

"Quiet, Genya!"

"WHO THE FUCK SAID YOU COULD TALK TO ME THAT WAY?!"

"HAH?! YOU GOT A PROBLEM?!"

"YEAH, I FUCKING DO!"

"We shouldn't fight-we're all in the same situation-"

"SHUT UP, LONER!"

"NO ONE FUCKING ASKED YOU!"

Giyuu only blinked, showing no reaction as the two ganged up on him.

"THE FUCK YOU STARING AT?!"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, huh? BULLSHI-"

"KAIGAKU, STOP YELLING AT PEOPLE!"

"YOU WERE FUCKING SCREECHING!"

"I HAD A RIGHT TO!"

"OH, AND I DON'T?!"

"NO! YOU DISRESPECTED GRAMPS AND THE CORPS! YOU WERE A DEMON!"

"HAH?! SO THE BRAT'S A DEMON?!"

"NOT FUCKING ANYMORE, APPARENTLY!"

"THE FUCK CAN YOU DO THEN?!"

"I STILL HAVE A BLADE!"

"WHAT-YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME WITH YOUR PUNY BREATHING?"

"THUNDER BREATHING ISN'T PUNY!"

"I WASN'T FUCKING TALKING TO YOU, BLONDIE!"

"Is this Tangled now?" Giyuu mused quietly.

Genya narrowed his eyes in confusion; "The fuck's a "Tangled"?"

"I don't know."

"Well, you disrespected my master's breathing style!"

"GO WHINE ABOUT IT!"

"I-"

"EXACTLY."

Zenitsu officially extracted himself from the argument, watching as two angry people faced off. He clung to Genya for support.

"Get off me."

"But Genyaaaa! I'm scaaaared!"

"Fucking cling to Tomioka-san or something."

"Tomioka-saaan!" The blond crawled his way to the brunette, ignoring the obvious discomfort the man was feeling. He clung to him like a baby would their mother and whined insistently.

'Should I tell him to move off? I feel like he'd be upset-'

Zenitsu could hear Giyuu's inner struggle but was too genuinely terrified to care. The Wind Hashira and Kaigaku were arguing. Never in his life did he think they'd meet, and certainly not like this. Where were they, anyway? How were they here? Are those things demons or not? Why the hell was Kaiagku a human? Why did he have so much adrenaline pulsing through his veins-and why wasn't he dying?

Those were questions everyone in the group thought about but made no action to answer. They were too caught up in their confusion, and chaos, and were high on adrenaline.

Sanemi was stitching up his wound while yelling at Kaigaku. Zenitsu was clutching onto Giyuu. Giyuu was having an inner turmoil between kindness and comfortability. Genya was slowly regenerating. Kaigaku was trying (and struggling) to get up from the ground, so he could beat the shit out of everyone there. Civilians watched wearily, very few looking for a hero to call.

One hero, in particular, managed to catch wind of what was going on. One grumpy, insomniac, coffee-loving hero who did too much, and was paid too little.

Shouta Aizawa was not ready for the 5 crazy people he'd meet. Neither was he prepared for the changes they'd make to the timeline.

May the force be with us all. And protect us from the crazy people who have no idea what the fuck is going on-a lack of knowledge can cause great destruction, you know.

A/N: Not gonna lie; most of this chapter was made while I was pissed. The description was made after I ate two huge-ass scoops of ice cream.

I really don't know if this is satire or if I'll rewrite the chapter and make it serious.

Lmao, nope. I ain't doing that shit.

This is really short, but do not fret-I'll be making the chapters longer. I'll also probably be gone for about a few months. Then I'll post 2-3 chapters all at once. Hip hip hooray for bulk uploads!

This is the most random shit I've ever made-but I love it, and I'll continue it, fight me on that I dare you.