Alright, we're jumping into the next chapter. It's already almost been a month, but with everything else I'm writing, monthly waits should be, at the bare minimum, expected. I don't have much else to say, but, before we get into this….

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Tubbo Beloved was tired. Tired of… pretty much everything, really. Overlooking the seas of Snowchester, watching as the sun began to set, as his thick dirty blond hair blew in the wind he couldn't help but feel a tad bit of nostalgia. Why? Because on days like these, he used to sit at a certain bench with a close friend of his, recapping their daily activities. Of course, that was years ago, but he couldn't help but think back to those times. Those were far, far simpler times.

His cerulean blue eyes lacked the usual glee that was normally behind them, as he traced the scar that was slashed across his nose, forehead, and chin. The scar… he got it from Sam when Sam kidnapped Micheal. That was a year ago, and Sam was dead, Micheal was still out there, missing….

Ranboo was gone…

Technoblade escaped the prison, and was gone…

Tommy was gone…

Wilbur was dead but was supposedly revived by that green fuck who he refused to use the name of. Oh, and said green fuck was also gone.

He hadn't left Snowchester since, all the while he was wrapped in a blanket of warranted paranoia. The last time he was out and about, he went after him and Tommy and nearly killed him. Back then, he had no means to defend himself, and while he'd never let it show to anyone but Ranboo, he was mortified of him. Every time he thought about him, he felt the cold steel of his Netherite blade slash into his skin, splitting his flesh and drawing blood, his vision going dark, his head hitting the hard ground of the grassy floor, and his body going numb, only to then wake up in that stupid red bed, and forced to live through it again.

And that laugh. That sick, disgusting, monstrous laugh filled the air whenever he did it. Whenever he plunged the blade into his stomach, the coppery taste in his mouth whenever he gagged on his own blood. Gods… it made him shiver just thinking about it. That laugh lived rent-free in his nightmares. He often woke up to hear it echo throughout his bedroom, with only Ranboo to comfort him.

But Ranboo wasn't here. His husband wasn't here to tell him he was alright, to tell him that he was safe. He couldn't even hear his voice. Micheal was gone as well, so he couldn't read him bedtime stories to keep his mind preoccupied with the laughter.

His fingers wrapped around the balcony of his mansion harder, hard enough to make the wood chip. His teeth clenched tighter, his free hand holding a bottle of something. He looked down at it and took a swig. It helped him forget, even if it caused him slight discomfort when he did.

He occasionally drank potions every now and again to help him clear his mind. It was the only other way he could cope without Ranboo being there by his side to help him. But, they weren't just any potions. No. These were potions that were considered illegal due to their effects… well, Illegal within the walls of L'manburg… or whatever remained of it. Poison pots, for as gross as they felt once you drank them, tasted really good. Was it bad to like drinking poison? It was slowly killing him, after all.

But then again, what else did he have to live for? His best friend was gone, his son was kidnapped, and with the captor dead, he'd never get any answers as to where he was. His husband was gone, Technoblade was gone, and that man, the person who he had suffered against for years was out and about, was gone and plotting, planning… something.

It didn't matter. None of it truly mattered. Tubbo looked down at the poison pot in his hand, sighed, and took a swig from it. He felt his stomach growl at having to digest it, but he managed. Funnily enough, he was beginning to take less of a physical hit from actually ingesting the stuff. It was almost like he was building immunity to it.

"Ugh…" Tubbo groaned, wiping his mouth from the spilt liquid. His winter coat hung loosely from his body, his hood up and covering his ears so that they didn't get too cold. His blue jeans had seen better days, now with slight rips and tears in the knees. His goat horns were finally done growing in, though one of them had been chipped from a confrontation he got into with Quackity of all people.

Quackity was pissed at… just about everyone. He was blaming everyone for everything, and it was starting to get worrying. He didn't have to worry too much about himself. He still had his nukes. His only real allies at the moment were Fundy, Niki, Philza, and Captain Puffy. If any of them got hurt by Quackity's hands…

He'd blow Las Nevada's sky high without a single bit of hesitation.

But, that was only IF something like that happened. And he—

"Tubbo?" A voice called out to him, causing him to stand up straight, rather than lean over the balcony of his Mansion, his train of thought quickly dispersed as he cleared his throat. He quickly hid the poison pot, and turned around, staring face to face with…. Philza? Oh, and Niki, and… some other guy that he didn't even recognize.

The guy in question was up to Philza's upper arm in height, so… 5 foot something or another. He was dressed in a green and black plaid Haori, and… a white tunic? It was similar to Tommy's, in a way. But then came the baggy black pants and the strange-looking sandals. His hair was also a black-tinted red, and his eyes were as crimson as Technoblades, though diluted ever so slightly.

Looking over the Crow Father one more time, Tubbo pursed his lips, before speaking. "Phil? Uh… what're you doing in my house?" Tubbo asked, raising an eyebrow as Philza smirked.

"You left the front door unlocked, Tubs, that's why," Philza quipped as a small part of Tubbo mentally chastised himself for leaving the door unlocked. He must've been too intoxicated earlier to remember to do that.

"Ah… I see," Tubbo murmured, smiling to himself. He needed to put on his happy-go-lucky façade. He didn't want Philza or Niki to worry about him. "Well, what'd you need? I'm always happy to help!" Tubbo replied as Philza looked over to the mysterious person, then to Niki, then back at Tubbo. Philza sighed and crossed his arms.

There was an almost contemplative expression on his face. Like what he was about to say would cause something. Tubbo remained guarded but was hopefully optimistic. He prayed that it was some good news, for once, because he couldn't handle anything else. If something else bad happened, then… then he'd lose it. Fully.

And so, when Philza spoke the next sentence, he felt his heart pick up the pace ever so slightly.

"We know where Ranboo and Tommy are."

Tubbo's mind ground to a halt. He… knew? He knew where his Husband and best friend were!? "You… what?" Tubbo spoke, his tone filled with optimism. A gleam of joy filled his eyes, as his fingers curled into his palm with excitement. He knew where they were! Now all he needed to do was say it, and he'd be there faster than Sonic the Hedgehog running after chilly dogs!

"I know where they are, Tubbo," Philza continued, a perplexed expression on his face. "But… we can't reach him just yet." Tubbo's glee faded instantly, his smile dropping into a frown. Philza noticed this, and continued. "But, Puffy could help us. We need to know where Puffy is. I know you're the only one who is aware of her location, especially ever since she went into hiding after Sam died. So… care to share your information?"

Tubbo bit the inside of his lip. Puffy had gone to hide far away within the Badlands, not wanting to be part of civilization anymore, namely because she couldn't trust anyone, not even Tubbo. But, she did trust him with her location, and begged him not to tell anyone. He didn't know why she did that. Maybe she just wanted someone to know where she was if something bad happened to her.

And while he did make a promise to her to never spread the location of where she was hiding… this was Ranboo and Tommy they were talking about. And… for some reason, it revolved around Puffy. Closing his eyes enough to cause wrinkles to form on his forehead, he made up his mind.

"Alright. But if I tell you… I'm coming with you. And… I want to know who this guy is," Tubbo said, pointing at the mysterious figure, who bowed for some reason.

"My apologies, my name is Tanjirou Kamado, it's a pleasure to meet you, uh… Tubbo, was it?" The man, Tanjirou, said as Tubbo nodded, a faint grin appearing on his face.

"Yeah. Well, it'll take a couple of days, but we'll be able to find her in no time. We just gotta hope that Quackity will let us pass through Las Nevadas first. We need to if we're going to get to Puffy."

Philza frowned, a gleam of indignation in his eyes. "Las Nevada's, heh…. Shit."

Tanjirou raised an eyebrow. "What so bad about this… Las… Neevaadus place anyway?" Tanjirou asked as Niki spoke.

"The ruler of that place is an insane paranoid schizophrenic who thinks everyone and everything is out to get him. He also hates Philza with every bone in his body due to his connection to Technoblade. He's going to be a royal pain in the ass to talk to, especially because Philza will be with us during the journey," Niki explained as Tanjirou nodded.

"I see…." Tanjirou said as Tubbo raised an eyebrow.

"Do you… not know Las Nevada's? Or anyone here?" Tubbo asked as Tanjirou shook his head.

"No, I don't. I'm… new here, Dream killed me and I was sent here," Tanjirou stated, his expression sombre as Tubbo's eyes widened.

"Dream… killed you? Does that mean…!"

"Dream's in a separate dimension, along with Tommy, Ranboo, Technoblade, and Wilbur. Tanjiro explained this to us on the way here." Philza paused, allowing Tubbo to take in all the information he was given. And then, he continued. "And Puffy's ex is going to be able to take us there so we can perform a rescue operation for Tommy and Ranboo," Philza explained as Tubbo sucked in a breath, then exhaled, the wintery air filling his lungs as he felt a wave of warmth wash over him.

"And, who, exactly, is Puffy's ex?" Tubbo asked as Philza exchanged a look with Niki, then looked back to Tubbo.

"Dream's father…. Dream XD."

And like a bee attracted to a honey pot, A green figure appeared behind both Niki and Philza, before shoving them to the ground. As they fell, they fell through the floor, a watery effect rippling from the wood as they screamed. Tubbo drew his sword, looking to attack their attacker, only to be grabbed by the green figure. Wings sprouted from the green figure's back, as Dream XD drove Tubbo into the wooden floor.

And then… everything went black, but not before Tanjirou screamed out to him, he felt a hand grab onto his wrist, before said hand cut off at the wrist, and fell along with Tubbo, into the deep, dark void...

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Dream was annoyed, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Whenever he was annoyed, he tended to get angry, and when he got angry, things died. And while he had noticed that he was a lot calmer than he used to be, it was clear that his rage was still begging to kill something. So, he appeased it.

Netherite sword in hand, he held a wolf by the throat, a vindictive gleam in his eyes as he slashed its body lengthwise. Two other wolves stared at him, growling. Dream paid them no mind as the blood from the wolf drained onto the dirt floor beneath him. After standing still for what seemed like hours, the blood stopped flowing, only small drips coming from the wolf's corpse.

Tossing the body aside, Dream knelt to the blood, reaching out to it with his index and middle finger. One of the wolves, seeing this as a time to strike, leapt at Dream. For his part, Dream frowned underneath the mask, sucking in a deep breath before closing his eyes, and putting his netherite blade to his left hip.

"Dream Breathing – First form: Dreamers Balance."

Lunging forward, Dream slashed his blade out at blinding speeds, creating a whirlwind around his actions. The tip of his blade met the wolf's lower snout, and cut into it, piercing the wolf's lower jaw and tongue. With a slight use of effort, Dream continued the upward arching slash, ripping the wolf's head clean off.

Bone tore from the flesh, and flesh tore from bone as a sickening squelch filled the air, a bloody shower being left in its wake as the red life fluid dropped onto Dream's mask. Like magic, some of the cracks sealed, reversing the damage done to it as the other wolf ran into the bush, whimpering along the way.

Standing up, Dream sighed. "That could've gone better…." Dream thought, feeling his mask with his free hand. A few of the cracks were beginning to seal, but not enough. He watched the wolf's head plop to the ground, and roll to his feet. Frowning, he stomped on the head, crushing it underfoot. He hated wolves, not that he'd ever tell Techno that.

"A bit unnecessary, don't you think?" A friendly-sounding voice said, catching Dream's attention. Looking over his shoulder, he met face-to-face with an orange and red-haired man, wearing a flame-like Haori, as well as the recognizable form of a Demon Slayer uniform underneath that.

Dream's eyes narrowed. What the hell was a Demon Slayer doing here? Did Hanako and Rui fail to deliver the message? Or… did they kill the Slayers instead? Those were the only things that could've allowed something like this to happen. Or… perhaps there was something else. Dream wasn't too keen on figuring it out, though. The Demon Slayer was already in front of him, so there was no real time to be asking questions like that. So, he did the obvious.

"Who're you?" Dream asked, looking the man over. On a closer look, he was able to catch the hilt of a sword, probably a katana, on the man's side. He also noted the small freckle under his left eye. Small details like that would help him remember this person if he saw him again, or if he had to describe them to some family member after he was dead. "And why're you in this forest, Demon Slayer? Did the message not get to you?"

The Demon Slayer tilted his head. "You… know of us? Also, what message? I don't recall any message?" The man said, though his tone was no longer friendly, and more questioning than anything else.

Dream sighed, sheathing his blade at his hip. "Then it seems that the messengers haven't reached the buffoon who thought it funny to walk in here with malicious intent. Or, at the very least, has the message, and is waiting to give it to you all," Dream stated, crossing his arms.

The man's eyes narrowed. "The only person who came here was a friend of mine, and a colleague. She hasn't returned, and I came looking for her," the man stated as Dream facepalmed. He wanted to mumble under his breath, but he knew any words he said that illuded to the Demons were going to cause a spat.

Not that he wouldn't have minded dancing on this guy's steaming corpse when he was done, but he didn't want to piss Techno off more than he probably already was. So, killing him would have to wait until he made the first move if any at all.

"Look, on the off chance that you get the message, I suggest you heed its words. Now, leave. You're trespassing on… I can't believe he's making me say this… Demonic Holy Ground without a permit. Leave now, or you'll invoke the wrath of his holiness, blah, blah, blah, whatever that stupid simp wanted me to say, yadda, yadda, yadda. You get the picture, yeah?" Dream said, limping his head to the side with a laid-back bob.

"Demonic… holy ground?" The man said, repulsion and confusion in his tone as he reached for his sword. Before he could grab it, Dream snapped his hand over his wrist, and squeezed with enough force to make a tree crack in half. The man winced, clenching his teeth as the sound of bone cracking filled the air. Wrenching the wrist away from the man's hip, a faint green glow came from Dream's eyes.

"You're here, without a permit. Leave, or you'll piss me off."

As he breathed in to use a breathing style, he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. The scent of dye. But not any kind of dye, red dye. But what's more, there was something else there. Something that clicked a memory of his. And then, it came to him. The smell was of unwashed clothing. Not the Demon Slayer's unwashed clothing, but something more… unique, like it had been dropped in a sweaty desert for years on end, or… near lava. An ashy kind of smell. One that he was used to during his stay in The Prison.

"Tommy…." Dream breathed out, causing the man to narrow his eyes.

"How… do you know that name?" The man asked as Dream smirked underneath the mask. Tommy was here. Tommy. Was. Here. And if he was here….

"Take me to Tommy, and I'll let you leave here with your life," Dream growled, his tone becoming inhuman and more demanding. The Demon Slayer was put on guard, but couldn't move away from Dream due to his vice grip hold on his free wrist. That did not mean, however, that The Demon Slayer couldn't grab his sword.

The Demon Slayer, faster than Dream anticipated, used his non-dominant hand to grab his blade, and slashed across Dream's chest, cutting past his Haori's fabric and into his skin. It was a surface-level slash, enough to make Dream let go of his wrist, but not deep enough to cause any major damage. Dream equally drew his blade, glaring at the Demon Slayer behind his mask.

"You don't want this, cause I can tell you—"

Dream wasn't allowed to finish his sentence before the man rushed forward and elbow-checked him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him as he fell to the ground. Before Dream could get up and retaliate, the Demon Slayer pointed the tip of his sword at Dream's neck. Dream narrowed his eyes behind the mask, as the man spoke. "You're human, which is why I'm not killing you. What I want to know is what Demon you work under, and why they're making you guard this land that does not belong to you. Answer my question, and I'll take you to Tommy. But, only if you promise me that you won't hurt him."

Sighing, Dream knew he had no choice. He couldn't activate his Creative Mode Powers due to the situation he was in—a combative one—and seeing as he was pinned down, although he could easily get up and knock the Demon Slayer on his ass, the idea of being led to Tommy was too good not to accept.

"Fine then…" Dream grunted, pushing the tip of the blade out of his face. "You want to know who I work for? I work for The Blood God… and, if we're being technical here, Muzan Kibutsuji."

Dream pulled away his mask, revealing his human facial features and human eyes. "And just before you jump to conclusions, I'm a human, through and through," Dream stated, putting his mask back over his face. The Mask glowed ever-so-slightly, healing his wounds, though the Demon Slayer was unaware of that as the man stepped off of him.

"You work with Muzan…. How do I know you won't go back on your word?" The man said, glaring at him as Dream stood up, jumping from the ground with a finesse only seen by pro fighters. Dream cracked his neck side to side, before smiling under his mask.

"Because, what kind of man would I be if I walked back my word," Dream replied, cracking his knuckles out of habit, before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets, kicking his sword up from the floor and onto his back with immense precision. "Now, I kept my end of the bargain. It's time that you keep up yours."

The man grimaced, before nodding. "Alright then. I'll take you to the last spot where it was that I saw him. Then, you're on your own. I need to be somewhere soon, so I can't delay," The man said as he turned his back to Dream. Dream shrugged, following the man to where Tommy Innit was, or, where he was last seen. It didn't matter, because he'd be able to track him down after that.

And when he did… he was going to have some fun.

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Tommy and Nezuko stood outside of a large, two-story tall house inside the clearing of a forest. It was pretty large, and to Nezuko, it almost reminded her of the same house that Dream built last year. And while that house was a lot more… modern, compared to the house that she saw now, it was still rather large in scale.

"So… is this the place that Phil told you about?" Nezuko asked as Tommy nodded.

"Considering he ain't squawking anymore, I have to assume that to be the case," Tommy grunted, crossing his arms. His eyes flicked from side to side before he stiffened. "Yo, Nezuko, look over there," Tommy said, pointing in the direction of their left flank. When Nezuko turned to see what it was, she was greeted by two children huddling in the corner, right underneath a tree, one brother, and one sister.

From how the two kids appeared, it was clear to Nezuko that the boy was the older sibling, and that the girl was the younger one. Slowly, she approached the two, though as she advanced, they inched away from her. "Hey, it's alright. I'm not going to hurt you," Nezuko eased, reaching a hand out to the kids. The two looked at one another, but never once left their huddle. Undeterred, Nezuko continued to speak in her kind, soft tone of voice. "What happened? You look scared," Nezuko said, kneeling, a compassionate gleam in her eyes. "Is this your house?"

The older boy shook his head. "No! This… this isn't our house," the boy said as his eyes darted over to the building, then back to Nezuko. "It's the house… of that monster!" The boy eeked out, closing his eyes as tears began to well up in the boy's eyes. Nezuko's expression hardened, before looking over to Tommy.

"Tommy, if I wasn't sure before, I sure as hell am now. This is the place," Nezuko stated, standing up as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. She looked at the children, before nodding. "Don't worry. Whatever happened within that house, and however it was you were able to escape, we'll make sure it never happens again," Nezuko said as the boy shook his head.

"N-no! We didn't escape anything!" The boy corrected, pointing toward the house. "Our older brother! The monster took him! We were travelling during the night, and then the monster came! The monster came, but it ignored the two of us and only took our brother away!"

Nezuko hummed, switching from her regular blade, to her Demon Blade, then back to her regular blade. She closed her eyes, then frowned, turning away from the two kids. "My friend and I will kill the monster, and free your brother. You do not have to worry about his safety for much longer."

"Oi, Nezuko!" Tommy shouted, getting in a defensive stance and reaching for his blade. "Something's coming!"

Nezuko whirled around on her heel as someone came falling from the top floor of the house, blood covering his clothing and his face as he did what she could only describe as a leap of faith. Nezuko didn't have to think twice about who or what the someone was, as one quick look at their eyes was enough to tell that they were human. Lunging forward, she got to them before they could hit the ground, catching them in her arms as she looked down at the person who fell.

Her expression quickly went from neutral to concern, placing a hand on their head as their eyes darted from place to place. "Are you okay? What happened?" Nezuko said in a clear enough voice so that everyone heard. She overlooked the boy, and what she saw made her want to throw up. There was a wound, a claw mark, stretching across the boy's chest. It was deep enough to expose the surface of bone, and muscle to the air.

"Tommy! Medical kit! Now!" Nezuko called out as Tommy's eyes widened, reaching for underneath his Haori and pulling out a small white box with a red cross on the lid—something that he "borrowed" from the motel they stayed at, just in case. Tommy ran to her side and knelt to the boy. His teeth grit as he opened the case. Within the medical bag were a green sanitizer liquid, some gauze, and a small stitching kit.

"I finally… got out…." The man rasped, looking up at the sky. Nezuko signalled for Tommy to stop. He was about to protest, but he saw the reason why. The man's eyes were glassy, and his expression, one of dread and horror, was permanently stuck that way.

The man had died.

Nezuko cursed under her breath, standing up as she gently let the man down. Looking up at the building, she gritted her teeth. Demon's…. even if she was trained by Upper Moon One, and even if her sister was one, she felt her blood boil whenever she saw someone get killed because of one. "Let's go, Tommy. There's a Demon we gotta kill."

Tommy nodded, packing away the medkit, placing the medkit back underneath his Haori, he reached for his blade's hilt. "Was that your brother?" Tommy asked, looking over his shoulder to the two kids, the older of which shook his head.

"N-No…! Our brother was wearing a yellowish brown Haori, not a black one…." The older brother confirmed as Tommy nodded.

"Then we'll bury him later. Let's go, Nezuko," Tommy stated as the two walked toward the entrance of the house. When they entered, the two looked at one another, nodded, then walked down the entrance hall. Once they came across a split in the hallway, Tommy pressed his hand against the wall. His eyes narrowed, a frown forming on his lips as he lowered his head, feeling for… something.

"Eight vibrations…. Seven of which are weaker than the eighth. If I were to guess, the eighth is down the left hall, while the other seven are split up against the rest of the manor. I'll take the right hall, and I can trust you to take care of our mystery brute," Tommy stated as Nezuko nodded, unsheathing her regular blade, and hanging it by her right side.

"You can count on me, Tommy," Nezuko said as the two shared one last nod, before going their separate ways.

And as soon as she stepped into the right side of the branching-off hallway, the sound of a drum echoed throughout the house. When the sound reached her ears, she found herself suddenly in a different room, and then… yet again in another room. Her eyes darted from side to side, gauging the situation, a small bead of sweat dripping down her face.

The room was empty, save for a single shelf. Aside from that, the front entrance of the room was wide open, revealing a hallway. Her eyes narrowed, before biting the inside of her lip.

"The hell…? This has to be some sort of Blood Demon Art, similar to Nakami-san's with her biwa…." Nezuko thought, glaring a the entrance of the room, taking a deep breath as footsteps drew closer to the entrance. Her Haori moved alongside her, as she resheathed her blade, gliding her right foot behind her while keeping her left foot right where she had stood moments ago.

And then, a Demon, just like she had been expecting to show up, came into place at the front of the door, and his appearance was just as ghastly as any other Demon she had seen. He was tall, and very muscular. Unlike most of the demons that she had come across during her short time venturing as a Demon Slayer, the Demon had retained his humanoid appearance.

The Demon had long black hair and a permanent sneer on his face. Much like every other Demon, it had razor-sharp teeth. He had pointy ears and blood-red eyes. In his stomach, both shoulders, and both hips were drums, all of which protruded out of his body like some sort of ugly growth. The only thing he wore was a loin cloth around his waist, and aside from that, that was all he wore.

"Why… does everyone not know any manners… Just barging into the home of someone else…. It pisses me off…. They are all my prey… they are all my prey found in my territory…! That guy is also… they are all…!"

Without any deliberation, without a sound, Nezuko lunged forward, eyes narrowed as she thought of the name of the form of Moon Breathing she was going to employ for dealing with this Demon. And when she made up her mind and chose what form she was going to use, she struck.

"First Form: Dark Moon, Evening Palace."

Before the Demon could react to her presence, and before the Demon could even raise his hand to any of his drums, the blade of Nezuko Kamado slashed through his neck in a crescent arc, slashing the hand as well, and split his head from his shoulders. The Demon's eyes widened in abstract horror, unable to comprehend what had happened as it made several different gurgling sounds.

The Demon's body lunged at Nezuko, but it fell flat on the ground as the body began to dissolve just like it would have if it was exposed to sunlight. When she landed, Nezuko coldly glared down at the Demon's head. Walking over to it, she knelt beside the head, her eyes filled with nothing but animosity. The next words she spoke were filled with no emotion, as she asked a simple question. "Where is the man you kidnapped earlier in the evening?"

"Don't…. know…. Got…. Away…." And with that, The Demon's head dissolved. Nezuko frowned, standing up. Sheathing her blade, she sighed. It wasn't the best answer she could've gotten, but it was an answer nonetheless. And while she would've preferred if the Demon actually knew, she was pretty sure that would've been the best answer she would've gotten even if she didn't decapitate him right away.

"May your soul rest in peace," Nezuko murmured, closing her eyes, before turning around. "Now, to find that brother… if he's still alive, that is."

And then, she heard a groan coming from behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she was met with a peculiar sight. A girl came stumbling out of one of the rooms, back bumping into the wall behind her as she groaned, a hand on her forehead as she blinked. Her off-pink hair drooped over her face as she shook her head. She was wearing a white shirt with brown shoulder pads, black jeans held up by a belt with a golden belt buckle and a pair of snow boots.

And in front of her was a giant, bulbous Demon, with black skin, a long tongue, and seven eyes. It had swirls around its body, and it was as tall as the hallway itself. Nezuko didn't even wait for her to realize what was going on, as she dashed past her, and swung her blade across its neck in a crescent arc. The girl made an eeping sound, as blood splashed across the walls, the Demon's head flying through the air, and into the girl's hands.

"W-What the hell…?!" The girl screamed, dropping the head as it began to dissolve, before looking at Nezuko with wide eyes.

"Don't just stand there! Get the fuck out of here, this place is not safe!" Nezuko shouted as she watched the Demon that had probably just tried to eat the poor stranger dissolve.

"W-Where am I?" The girl asked, standing up straight as Nezuko shook her head.

"Some house near Hokkido town. Now, stop asking questions and find the exit before things get any more confusing, and get the hell out of here!" Nezuko stated, looking over at the girl, who suddenly had a black sword by her side. She didn't have a sheath on her hip and seeing as it came out of nowhere. Nezuko's eyes widened…. "You're like them… aren't you?" Nezuko murmured, causing the girl to gain a confused expression.

The girl raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak, a growl came from deep within the halls. "Doesn't matter, if you're armed and know how to use that sword, and you can help me find that boy I came here for," Nezuko said, straightening out her stance as she resheathed her blade. "So… what's your name? I'm Nezuko Kamado, and you are?"

The girl gave a small smile, and then, she spoke with a soft, kind-sounding voice. "Nihachu, but most people call me Niki."

Nezuko nodded. "Well, Nihachu, let's get moving. Standing around will just get us killed."

And with that, the two girls moved forward, one who was completely out of their element, while the other just wanted to get things over and done with, find the boy, and get some rest.

-To Be Continued-