Hanako was nervous. The light of the moon shone overhead as a figure stood on a rock located just outside of the house, his skin a light pink, his king's cape flowing in the wind, and his white blouse stained in red. A Crown sat atop his head, his eyes the colour of rubies, and his teeth sharper than knives.

Truly, this Demon that stood above them, the Lower Moons, Hanako, and her sister, who stood right next to her, towered over them all. She couldn't make out what he was wearing over his waist, mostly because Rokuro was too big, but that hadn't mattered to Hanako.

What did matter to Hanako, however, was the marking in the Demon's eye. There was a carving in his eye as well, though it was styled differently than the lower moons, almost like it was self-imposed. It was easy to read, simple yet foreboding, and the message that it carried sent chills down the spines of those who read it.

血の神(Blood God)

"Boy's, girl's, Demon's, I have returned! Of course, I come bearing information and gifts," The Demon said, gaining a few exciting voices amid the Lower Moons, as well as a warm smile from Nezuko. Hanako had heard the commotion from upstairs, between her and Dream, but decided not to step in.

Was it because she didn't want to? No. It was because she was scared of Dream, but besides that, she had a feeling Nezuko would get herself out of that mess.

While the Demon that stood upon the rock was the reason as to why Dream stopped what it was he was going to do, Hanako had yet to learn the Demon's name, so she couldn't give him thanks just yet, but planned to at a later point.

"What have brought us, Lord Technoblade?" Rui spoke, as Hanako nodded. Technoblade? Such a weird name.

"Yes, Rui, I will tell you in a moment, however, I think we should start this topic of discussion by explaining to you all what will happen in the coming months." Technoblade paused, his eyes focusing on the crowd, and for a split second, she could feel their heat on her, and it made her spine shiver.

The Demon exuded strength beyond her wildest dreams. A Strenght she one day wished to have.

"As you all know, I plan to attack the Demon Slayers' home base. But without a mole, we don't exactly know where the location of their base is. Normally, this is where Tanjiro Kamado would come in, but after his passing, it has come to my attention that we require a new person to take up the mantle of a mole. I would send Nezuko," Technoblade said, gesturing to her, "But as far as I am concerned, she is too young to do so."

Too young? Nezuko was 11 years old, that was old enough, wasn't it? The news came as a shock to even Nezuko herself. She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't, looking away instead.

"I know that may come as a shock to you, Nezuko, but I cannot endanger your life. Not without the proper training, that is," Technoblade stated, causing Nezuko to perk up again. "Something that has come to my attention recently is the lack of battle prowess all of you possess. If we were to attack the Demon Slayers now, we wouldn't stand a chance. So, with that in mind," Technoblade snapped his fingers, and to everyone's shock, bewilderment, and concern, six more people showed up out of thin air, followed by the sound of a biwa.

"I have asked for a little bit of help from the resident Demon King and his men," Technoblade's voice became sharp, full of gusto and bravado. Six Demons of all shapes, colours, and sizes appeared before the small crowd.

The only one that Hanako recognized was Wilbur-Sensei, but the rest, they were foreign to her.

The first one that caught her attention was the one that had the words "Upper Moon 5" in his eyes on his forehead, and in his mouth.

He notably had bizarre physiology, taking on the form of a pale white, abstracted, grotesque humanoid figure with a muscular upper torso that had no arms and resembled that of an armless statue growing from a porcelain vase; similarly to a djinn.

He had multiple infant-like hands that lined his back. His face was somewhat distorted, to the point that it didn't even resemble that of a human in any way. Large green mouths displace the position of where one would expect eyes, whereas his actual eyes were located vertically from one another on his face; one eye appeared in the constantly open bottom mouth and the other was seated at the center of his forehead.

"So… we're training the Lower Moons and a couple of humans? What a waste of time…" Upper Moon 5 spat, huffing.

"I-I think w-we should d-do it r-regardless… w-we don't want to g-get on the b-bad side of our L-Lord!"

And then there was the next guy. He was another one of the Demons on her list of "interesting individuals," and it just so happened to be the one with the giant bulbous growth on his forehead.

He took on the appearance of a frail, weak man, though Hanako could tell that was a ruse. His body was skeletal in nature, and his veins were showing through his skin. He wasn't standing, rather, he was crouching on the floor, almost as if he was begging for mercy. Perhaps his legs didn't work? It was possible, but Hanako didn't know.

His face was thin, and his chin was sharp. His face was one that constantly showed the expression of fear, and for a split second, it seemed like he didn't even want to be here, but then again, he gave off a different impression, seeing as his aura was a bit different. Not one of cowardice, but of excitement.

He had a prominent brow ridge with a noticeable lack of eyebrows. His eyes were narrow and often appeared to be squinting, with no visible pupils. It was hard to make out, but there was something there that resembled the wording of "Upper Moon 4" there, but it was hardly noticeable.

He had darker hair than the rest of them, though his hairline was lower than anyone else there, only growing out from the back of his head and ears, who themselves are sharper and longer than a normal human. His nails were long but not sharp like most other demons and retain their natural square form.

Clothing wise he wore a dark kimono that was split in the middle, the right half being covered in a pattern of flowers and lines with the left half being dark and lacking any detailed features. He also wore black hakama pants and a pair of zōri.

Then there was the third guy, who, in her opinion, looked a little… flamboyant? Was that the right word to use? Hanako didn't know, nor did she care all that much, but it seemed appropriate. But, by far, out of all of them, he seemed to look the most pleased to be in the room.

The Demon in question took the form of a tall and muscular young man with skin so fair, it appeared bright green-tinged white, decorated with a pattern of thick blue lines, which resembled criminal tattoos. He had short, bright pink hair that fluffed out around his head, and inward-tilting yellow eyes with pink eyelashes and blue sclera that looked somewhat like cracked glass.

He had lines on his face that curved through each of his eyes from below his ears to over his temples, another blue line running from the center of his hairline to the bridge of his nose, with two more lines running around his neck, with three others branching off the lower one to his torso.

He had a center-line that ran directly down his chest to halfway down his stomach, with two others that branched off to the sides over each side of his chest to join the two other lines, this same three-line pattern there also repeating around his waist.

On his arms there were lines that ran down the front of his shoulders and into two more, which went around his biceps, before continuing to run down to his wrists, below which it could be seen that each of his fingers were also dark blue with orange fingernails, his toes also sharing this unusual appearance.

He wore little, only sporting a short, sleeveless dark purple-pink haori that was cut off at his waist, left open to expose his chest, that was decorated by a square pattern on his back. Below this, he sported a pair of baggy white pants that he rolled to just below the knee with a blue rope belt to secure them at his waist.

"I already know most of you and your weak fighting spirits, but I sense that one of you has a very strong fighting spirit, when I find you, we're gonna spare till the sun comes up!" The Demon said, his eyes radiating with strength. The eyes also had markings on the iris' that said "Upper Moon 3."

As Hanako's eyes drifted over to the one next to Upper Moon 3, the Demon to his right seemed… off. So much so that she felt unnerved. When his eyes landed on her, they widened and then, without warning, he ran over to her, picked her up, and smiled, though it was fake, of which she could tell.

"OHHH! Wilbur, that was your name right, you didn't tell me you turned a human into a Demon! And here I thought when you replaced Daki and Gyutarro you'd be utterly useless! Oh, she looks so cute!" The Demon said, his rainbow-coloured eyes beaming with fake joy. Speaking of his eyes, they both held the kanji for Upper Moon 2.

He took the form of a tall young man with a moderately toned and muscular body, who was of a notably pale complexion and possessed unusually long, pointed nails that appeared to be stained a pale blue. His hair appeared to be pale golden blond, and he wore it parted to his left, the shorter parts around his face seeming to flare out to either side around his head, curving backwards with one strand left down his face to fall between his eyes, while the longer parts were left to drape centrally down his back in a thinning spiral.

His eyes were a sight to behold, as they weren't really all that common for even a Demon to have. One way to describe them was beautiful, had it not been for the uncomfortable amount of malice hiding just behind them. The eyes were framed with thick, black eyebrows.

He wore a blood-red turtleneck of a design that made it appear that the section between his neck and upper chest was covered by a black substance that looked like it was dripping slightly down his body, this same design repeated at his wrists and down his hands, as well as on the small, circular "bloodstain" he adorned on his head.

Below this, he wore a pair of straight, tan-coloured hakama pants of a pinstriped design, their cuffs visibly loose, which he secured with a pale green-tinged golden belt, its buckle a bright silver. He also only wore plain black tabi socks on his feet.

"Doma, I told you to leave my pupil alone, besides, I doubt she likes being lifted up like a monkey at a zoo," Wilbur spat, his arms crossed as Upper Moon 3 held back a laugh.

"I like this guy already! Anyone who hates Doma instantly becomes my friend!" Upper Moon 3 said, wrapping an arm around Wilbur's shoulders as the brunette visibly recoiled, though said nothing.

"That is enough," a foreboding voice spoke out, causing all of the Upper Moons to turn and look in its direction. Doma dropped Hanako and strode over to the rest of the Upper Moons.

"Oh no…." Upper Moon 5 muttered, turning to face the direction of where the voice came from.

The person the voice belonged to was a tall Demon, clad in a purple and black bee-hive pattered nagagi-kimono and black umanori-styled hakama pants tied with a white uwa-obi. He had six eyes, the middle two containing the words "Upper Moon 1" Upper Moon 1's hair was long and spiky black hair with red tips that he kept in a ponytail. On his waist was a sheath, the hilt of a sword sticking out styled with blue and orange markings in a criss-cross style.

He also had red markings resembling flames on the top left side of his forehead and the bottom right of his chin.

He had an air of elegance around him that commanded respect. After all, he was Upper Moon 1. As soon as all the Lower Moons saw him, they bowed down to him, and Hanako followed suit, fearing any repercussions that it might have held.

"There is no reason to bow to me. After all, you are all following the whim of our Lord's ally, as much as I dislike that idea, I cannot fault our lord in believing it will help us achieve victory against the Demon Slayers," Upper Moon 1 stated, turning to face Technoblade. "Now, explain to us why we are here. All I was told was to meet you here."

Technoblade nodded, crossing his arms. "I've asked for the Upper Moon's help in training everyone here, while also gaining more experience with their own abilities. I don't doubt you all for a second, this is mostly for the Lower Moons, but any amount of practice helps. Especially considering the fact that springing an invasion without knowledge of what's to come isn't exactly smart, and without coordination and knowledge of each other's abilities, possible synchronizations or combos against others won't do well," Technoblade explained as Upper Moon 1 hummed.

"I see. I take it you already have an idea of who will train with who?" Upper Moon 1 asked as Technoblade smirked.

"Yup. But first," Technoblade started, snapping his fingers as Dream walked out of the mansion, his mask over his face, sporting a new green and white zig-zag style Haori, and a black nagagi underneath. He sported a white hakama, as well as red zori. On his hip was a sheath, and in that sheath was a sword.

"I hate this outfit…" Dream muttered, adjusting his mask.

"This, is Dream, my associate and ally. He will also be the one training the human, and I will train them both in the way of a breathing style. I was hoping you could help me train them, Kokushibo, seeing as you use a breathing style in the form of Moon Breathing." As Technoblade explained, Kokushibo narrowed his many eyes.

"You want me to teach them Moon Breathing?" the Demon questioned as Technoblade shook his head.

"No, you misunderstand. I barely know the basics of creating a Breathing Technique. I only know Total Concentration Breathing. I'm pretty sure you can understand my line of thought," Technoblade corrected, Kokushibo's eyes relaxing, glancing over to Dream, then to Nezuko, who seemed to shrink under his visage.

The Demon looked back at Technoblade, before nodding with approval. "I see. Very well then. Dream, and the other human, follow me and Technoblade, I will have Nakime take us to the Infinite Palace's training grounds where I usually practice. Be warned, this process can take up to two years to learn how to do the basics of. If you follow my lead, this will be easier for you two. But, before we go, Technoblade, who will the other Upper Moons be teaching?" Kokushibo asked as The Blood God smirked.

"Wilbur will teach Hanako, as I can tell they share some similarities. Gyokko will train Lower Moon Six. Hanteganu will train Lower Moon Five and Four, seeing as his blood Art allows him to create clones of himself, he can handle more people. Akaza will train Lower Moon Three, and Two. And finally, Doma will Train Lower Moon One, however, Lower Moon One will only be training without his Demon Blood Art, as he is more proficient with it, its hand to hand combat he needs to be trained with. I would usually pick Akaza, but Doma will be much more of a challenge, seeing as he uses range attacks. Am I understood?" Technoblade stated.

"Yes!" The crowd of Demons shouted as Technoblade nodded, gesturing for Dream and Nezuko to follow him and Kokushibo. Before Hanako could blink, Wilbur stood beside her, a smirk on his face as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, are you ready to master our shared Blood Demon Art? Come, let's find a clearing shall we?" Wilbur said with a coy tone to his voice as Hanako nodded.

"Yes, Wilbur-Sensei!" As the pair left, Hanako could have sworn she could feel Doma's eyes on her back.

Tommy felt his head swirl in confusion and disarray. The last time he had felt like that, he had died and subsequently been brought back to life by Dream. Seeing as that was a feeling that Tommy had been all too familiar with, he lept up from the carpeted ground he had found himself on and grabbed the nearest person by the neck, his eyes narrowed in anger and his stance defensive.

"T-T-Tommy! L-Let go of my N-Neck!" Ranboo's voice choked out to him as the blond-haired boy immediately let go.

"Shit! Sorry 'bout that…" Tommy groaned, rubbing his eyes as he patted his chest. "Yup, still alive! That's a plus. Now, where is that green shithead, I'm gonna—"

"Tommy, I… I don't think that was actually Dream that shoved us through the floor," Ranboo interrupted, catching the blond off guard.

"Uh, Ranboo, last I checked, Dream's the only one with that stupid mask and that stupid hoodie, so don't try telling me that—"

"Does he have wings?" Ranboo asked, crossing his arms as Tommy choked.

"Did you say wings?" Tommy questioned as Ranboo nodded. "Uh… Last time I checked he didn't. Maybe he stole them from Phil? Bah, whatever, point being, we need to get back to the SMP!" Tommy stated, pointing up into the air as he looked all around him.

All he could see were walls, whitish-pink walls, to be exact. The doorframes were wooden, and the floors were also wooden, though there had been a carpet in the middle of the room, along with two beds and closed drapes. "Huh… well this is weird…" Tommy said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Say… Ranboo, uh… how did we get here?" Tommy asked as the half black, half white man shrugged.

"Honestly, Tommy, do you really want my answer to that?" Ranboo said, his voice teeming with a slight bit of sarcasm and the normal Ranboo levels of worry.

"Is the sky blue, Ranboo? Of fucking course I asked you that, now give me your answer, jeez mate, you could've at least not been sarcastic about it…" Tommy said, rolling his eyes as Ranboo let out a small sigh.

"Well, that thing that looked like Dream, he sorta kinda… pushed you into the floor… then you sunk into it like it was water. He did the same to me, calling me his "Child," whatever that means then I woke up here with you. That's how that happened." Ranboo finished his explanation, leaving Tommy all the more confused.

"So, wait a second, are you telling me that Dream now has the power to shove people into floors and make them teleport?!" Tommy all but spoke softly, causing Ranboo to plug his ears.

"Yeah, that's why I'm saying he's not Dream. Whatever that thing was, it disguised itself as Dream," Ranboo said, unplugging his ears.

Tommy groaned, looking back at the doorway, only to be met by a boy who looked to be around the same age as he was. He had the appearance of a young boy of short stature and average build with pale skin and lavender purple eyes. The boy had short hair that was neatly styled and vertically shaded from a dull and light green to black.

He wore what looked like a white button-up shirt of sorts, along with some weird sort of undershirt that folded over to one side, like a robe. The boy also wore baggy pants, like, really baggy pants.

"Uh… who the hell are you?" Tommy asked as the boy scoffed.

"Tch, I don't know why Lady Tamayo wanted me to drag you in here, but… if I had it my way, I wouldn't let you even so much as get close to her. You're lucky she's so benevolent. Anyway, you're awake now, you and your Demon friend. Lady Tamayo wishes to speak to you downstairs. Go. Now." And before Tommy could talk to the boy further, he left, leaving Tommy and Ranboo by their lonesome.

"Well then… I guess we should speak to his Lady Tamayo person then," Ranboo said, walking past Tommy, who standing there in confusion.

"Did that green M&M lookin' bastard just call you a Demon Ranboo?" Tommy asked, attempting to catch up with his lanky acquaintance.

"I mean, I've heard worse," Ranboo responded, walking down the stairs, turning left into a room where a woman knelt by a table, holding what appeared to be a tea-pot. Tommy could only assume that she was Lady Tamayo.

Tamayo was a beautiful woman with long, dark brown hair, parted in the center and worn braided back into a large, low bun, which is held in place by a floral hairpin of sorts. She had large, gentle eyes that seemingly didn't possess any pupils whatsoever, only a haze of lavender that fades to dark purple the higher it goes, and notably red lips in contrast to her pale complexion.

Tamayo wore a dark purple medium-lengthed robe-looking thing that Tommy didn't recognize that was decorated with wavy pale purple tree branches and red flowers, as well as a cream-coloured belt of sorts that kept it from falling off. Her feet were hidden underneath the robe-looking thing, so he couldn't see that, but Tommy didn't really care.

"Ah, so you're finally awake. Had it not been Yushiro, you would be Demon food by now, although, considering you have a Demon partner with you, I'd have to assume that this one isn't with Muzan?" Tamayo asked, her voice gentle and soft, like a caring mother.

Ranboo simply raised an eyebrow, confusion dressed on his face as he shook his head. "Uh… ma'am, I have absolutely no idea what a Demon is. I'm an Enderman, or well, half Enderman, so whatever this Demon creature is, I have no idea. As for this Muzan person, never met him in my entire time being alive," Ranboo said, shrugging his shoulders as Tommy nodded.

"Yeah, we don't even know where we are," Tommy followed up, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "Last time I checked, I was shoved through a floor and ended up here. Could you mind telling us where it is we are exactly? Like, do you have a map or whatever? The quicker we leave, the quicker we can get back—" Tommy stopped, sharp pain in his head as he bit his lip, bending down as he hissed.

"Gah! Tommy, you alright buddy?" Ranboo asked as the blond shook his head.

"Grrr… no. I don't what the hell has gotten over me these past few days. These headaches just keep getting worse and worse. Damn it all…." Tommy groaned as Lady Tamayo hummed out of curiosity.

An Enderman? How peculiar. She had never heard about an "Enderman" whatever that was, perhaps this boy was the first of their species, either that, or he had some sort of memory loss, not allowing him to know if he was a Demon or not. But by the looks of things, and by the looks of how the Demon in question could say Muzan's name without imploding, it was safe to say that Muzan couldn't track her down.

"While I have no idea what an Enderman is," Tamayo began, folding her hands together in a calming fashion. "I do believe that I can help you in terms of telling you where it is you are. Although judging by the fact that you can speak Japanese, I'd have to assume that you know that you are in Japan, do you not?" Tamayo asked as Tommy raised an eyebrow.

"Um… where is that, exactly? I don't think I've ever been to Japan before, and this language that I'm speaking, it's called Dream Speak. Only those from the Dream Isles can speak it. So unless you mean to tell me I hoped dimensions because I fell through the floor, I'd have to call bullshit on that, lady," Tommy said as Ranboo sighed, facepalming before tapping Tommy on the shoulder, causing the blond to look in his direction.

"Tommy. I don't think it's much of a stretch to believe that we got sent to another dimension. I mean, we can literally travel to hell just by building a portal out of 12 hyper-specific black rocks and fire. Do you really think it's much of a stretch?" Ranboo countered, causing Tommy to raise a finger to say a counter-argument, only to lower it, a puzzled expression on his face

"No… but I suppose you're right…." Tommy muttered, leaving Tamayo to sit there, confused. If these people were telling the truth, then that would throw a wrench into everything she knew. There were theories going around in the scientific community among the humans that there were alternate realities similar to our own, though she never believed them. However, if these two people are telling the truth, then that would mean….

"Are you saying you're from an… alternate reality?" Tamayo asked, tilting her head as Ranboo looked over to her, a slight smile on his face.

"I mean, ideally, yeah, but even I can't be truly sure about that. Although… Japan… my father did once tell me that there existed a world where Demons existed far different from my kind in… wait, my father?" Ranboo paused, grabbing the left side of his head. "My amnesia… it's…" He paused, a radiant smile on his face.

"Uh… Ranboo?" Tommy asked as the black and white creature had looks of mixed confusion, happiness, terror, and joy all over his face.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry about that, Tommy. I…. uh. Things just got really, really complicated for me for a second. I haven't been able to remember my past for the longest time, but now I can! It's like the Dream Isles were clouding my memory!" Ranboo said, smirking. "Though we'll worry about that later. I… I need to find Technoblade, it's… it's important," Ranboo said, turning to leave.

"Wait! Ranboo! You can't just leave me here to—"

"Sorry, Tommy! But this is way more important than getting back to the Dream Isles!" Ranboo said, rushing to find an exit.

Tommy looked back at Tamayo, shrugging his shoulders as the black-haired woman smiled. "Well, I have to say, this is quite the development. If you would like, I could always let you stay here for the night, I'll even give you some food," Tamayo said, the smile on her face beaming ever so slightly as Tommy sighed.

"Well, It's not like I have anything else better to do…"

And thus, Tommy spent the night at Lady Tamayo's house, all the while he collected his composure to try and figure out how the fuck he ended up in someone's house in the middle of the forest outside of the Dream Isles.

-To Be Continued-

So… yeah, Ranboo and Tommy have met Lady Tamayo. I wonder why Ranboo needs to go find Technoblade? Also, what happened to Ranboo's amnesia? How is the Dream SMP suppressing these abilities and memories? Is this Dream XD's fault? Who knows.

But yeah, all of this is important. Also, tell me how accurately did I reflect Tommy's and Ranboo's personalities? Are they spot on, a bit skewed? Or am I completely wrong? Anyways, tell me what you think about this Chapter, and until next time, see you all later, peace!