AN: This is possibly the cringiest chapter I've ever put in this fic. If you don't want to see random characters with Japanese names argue over a cassette tape, skip this chapter.

TW: This chapter contains intense swearing and random OCs out of nowhere.

Springfield Elementary School, 2:22 p.m.

Homer's sedan arrived in front of the school. He parked right in front of Bart's window, attracting the attention of many of Bart's classmates, who were joyfully wrecking the classroom.

"Hey, dingus!" Nelson shoved Bart towards the window. "Your father is here."

Bart's eyes widened. "Dad?"

Homer hurriedly ran to the school's entrance and barged in the classroom. "I can't believe it! Why'd they suspend school early?"

"Lisa's music teacher had a nervous breakdown."

"Woo-hoo!" Homer raised his hands. "I'll just get Lisa and then we're leaving."

Just then, Lisa sprinted towards Homer, panting. "Mom's going to the meeting!"

Homer stared at her. "I know. She told me before she left."

Lisa looked around anxiously. "Something bad is going to happen to her, I know it!"

Bart chuckled. "Relax. This isn't like Maggie talking or anything."

"It is!"

Homer and Bart looked at each other, puzzled. Finally, Homer sighed. "Alright. But if you're wrong, don't get angry when Bart and I arrive and nothing happens."

The three ran out the school, entered Homer's pink sedan, and drove off.

Room 13, 2:30 p.m.

Marge gulped as she looked at the people in front of her. There was a redhead with a streak in her hair. Another was wearing a long black dress and yet another was the one with a yellow jacket slipping off her shoulders.

Right next to Marge was the Nezuko double, and in the corner was the sixth woman.

"Nezuko" cleared her throat. "Alright, who'll introduce themselves first?"

No one responded.

"Alright." The clone turned to Marge. "I'm Nezuko Kamado."

As if, Marge thought.

The one in the black dress reached across the table to shake hands with Marge. "Kanashi Mikage."

The one wearing the jacket raised her hand. "Kokoro Saitozaki." Marge noticed that her eyes were closed, yet she was not acting blind.

Could she be pretending? Marge thought.

The redhead didn't answer, to Marge's confusion. "What's your name?"

"I don't have any. Just call me 'the Unnamed'."

"Okay." Marge looked around for the sleeping woman in the corner. "What about her?"

Kanashi craned her neck to see. "Oh, her. No one knows."

The Nezuko clone looked at the TV. "Now—before we watch the orientation film, let's talk for a while."

Marge began to think about possible topics.

"Hey, I just realized—what is a 'couch gag'?" Fake Nezuko said. "I keep hearing it when I read about The Simpsons."

Marge stared at her. "What do you mean, 'The Simpsons'?"

Kokoro raised an eyebrow quizzically. "You don't know?"

Marge remembered the spiteful looks some Springfieldians gave her family nowadays. "Is it the reason why people hate us now?"

"Yes and no." Kanashi leaned back in her seat. "They want their own TV show like you, but stupid Groening didn't even notice them. He just wanted to focus on...you. Your family."

"Who's this Graining?"

Clone Nezuko laid her hand on the table. Her middle finger twitched. "This is ridiculous. You're literally famous and you don't even know?"

"But how am I famous?"

Kokoro sighed. "Jesus." She looked at the Unnamed. "You. Give her an explanation."

So the Unnamed began to ramble on about The Simpsons, Matt Groening, Flanderization, and couch gags for twenty minutes. The sleeping woman in the corner simply turned around by the time the Unnamed was finished.

The Nezuko doppelgänger turned and looked around. "Now where the hell is that orientation tape?"

The Unnamed pointed to the door. "Good luck trying to find it outside."

Then Marge noticed something in the sleeping person's hand. "That's the tape!"

The Unnamed did a facepalm as "Nezuko" watched Marge pick up the VHS.

Kokoro stood up. "They said whoever puts the orientation tape in gets a free pass."

Kanashi groaned. "How many times do I have to tell you—this isn't about the passes—"

But it was too late. Clone Nezuko had lunged at Marge, wrestling the VHS from her grip.

"Shit." Kanashi jumped on the table and dived, trying to break the brawl apart—but she ended up becoming part of it.

"Ugh." Kokoro then joined the fight.

"Heh." The Unnamed clicked her tongue thrice. "When will these idiots ever learn?"

Crandall's office, 2:56 p.m.

Dorothy Ronan, the new boss, was sitting in Samantha's chair, giving directions to two men carrying a bookshelf.

"Okay, maybe it should be around...there." The men put down the bookshelf.

Dorothy noticed a huge pile of books to her right. "Samantha Crandall never had a good taste with these." She picked up a yellow book from the pile—an adaptation of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. "This play was horrible."

A male staff member burst in the office. "Room 13 is being used!"

"WHAT?" Dorothy stood up, throwing away the Potter book. "The Room 13?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The man paced the office nervously. "Six people are in there right now!"

"Aw, nuts." Dorothy ran out of the office, the staff member following her.

Room 13, 2:59 p.m.

"Give me the tape!" Fake Nezuko reached for the tape, pushing Kokoro aside.

"The tape is mine, you idiot!" Kanashi punched the Nezuko double in the face.

"You can't even swat a fly and you want this VHS?" the Nezuko clone retorted.

"THE TAPE IS MINE, YOU FUCKING—" Kokoro smashed Fake Nezuko into the wall, causing Kanashi to punch Kokoro's gut. The Nezuko doppelgänger fell to the ground.

Marge grabbed a chair, threw it at Kanashi, and grabbed the VHS.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Kokoro dived, shaking the VHS out of Marge's hands.

The Unnamed had enough. "Screw this, I'm out of here." She vanished in a bolt of lightning.

The door burst open, revealing Dorothy and a bunch of staff members. "What in the actual heck are you doing?"

Marge scoffed—an out-of-character oddity. "'Heck'? Who even uses that anymore?"

The male staff member squinted his eyes. "Wait—why're there only five?"

The Nezuko doppelgänger looked at the Unnamed's empty chair. Kanashi then punched her gut. Dorothy escaped.

"You really like going for the gut, don't you?" Kokoro lunged at Kanashi, having apparently forgotten about the tape. Marge seized this opportunity to grab the tape and pop it in the VCR.

"You have been given a free pass!" a voice boomed from the speakers.

Kanashi groaned. The one in the corner woke up.

"This tape will self-destruct in 3...2...1..." the voice declared.

"SHIT!" Marge dashed toward the VCR, but it was too late.

Everything erupted in flames. Debris flew everywhere. The table was flipped over, and the four sheets of lorem ipsum on top of it went flying as well. One sheet caught fire and the others gave Marge papercuts on her face.

The floor below collapsed and Marge fell three floors. Numerous other meetings were disrupted in the process, and Marge could barely see people fleeing from their respective rooms for a split second.

With a loud thud, Marge finally landed on the hard ground. She exclaimed in pain and fell unconscious.

The catastrophe that ruined Marge had happened.

AN: Okay. I figured a title drop would be good, but I don't even know if it drove the point across.

So Kanashi, Kokoro, and the one in the corner were created by a friend of mine who simply goes by her Discord name rats or star. The Unnamed belongs to another friend, who we'll just call Kylie B.

And Fake Nezuko is just a character of my own creation. The real Nezuko, though, still belongs to Koyoharu Gotōge.

Eventually, rats got an AO3 account and her username is A5tr4.