A/N: Japanese thoughts and dialogue will be underlined!
The girl('s appearance) is my oc, NOT [Y/n]! The purpose is to show how the Demon Slayer uniform and nirichin blade looks like. Of course you can envision something else, but that is the outfit I will be referring to in this story.
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You can't breathe. Everything hurts.
There's a long, deep gash running from the left side of your neck, all the way down to your right lower ribs.
Muzan did not hold back against you. Actually, he probably had a very personal grudge against you for successfully seducing (former) Upper Moon Three. Well, you did (unknowingly) seduce Akaza, but Akaza's rebellion was his own decision.
Still, he must hate you for it. Especially when Akaza died to protect you.
You see Zenitsu and Inosuke above you, crying and... saying something. You can't hear them, though. You don't really want to. It's not necessary anyway, Tanjiro has been saved, he's human again. Ah, and so is Nezuko, and Kōrenki.
Kōrenki was the demon who accidentally isekai'd your ass into Demon Slayer with his OP Blood Demon Art. He was also the one who saved Kyojuro from Akaza during the Train Arc.
Not like it mattered. Kyojuro died anyway right before the Hidden Sword-Smith Village Arc.
You loved a lot of people.
You lost a lot of people... and yourself.
Your sword-smith, Gerik, died in your arms after making you a new sword right after Uzui left with the Kamaboko Squad to the Red Light District. Gerik was amazing, he was like a second father to you. Then you had to be the one to explain to his wife, Miku, why he wasn't coming home anymore.
You're absolutely traumatized when you went on a mission with Iguro to a whore-murder house. You've also had to watch the girl you lost your virginity to die because she tried saving you.
You have multiple bullet wounds from the time you went to hang out with Giyuu, but a stupid demon killed your buzz.
You have two old scars over your right eye, a burn mark on your left cheek, a scar on your neck all from Kyojuro. Not to mention you got fucking brain trauma from getting hit by the demon. The story behind that is... not pleasant. It was the day Kyojuro got controlled by a demon to attack you, and the day Akaza was killed by Kyojuro while protecting you.
But you never blamed the blonde for it, it was out of his control. But, you did love Akaza, so it was hard not to be upset with the Flame Pillar.
You saved Akaza's weird pink vest though, and you wear it in secret underneath the blue haori Miku made for you.
You made many friends, you've made enemies, and you...
...
You don't want to die.
You miss your family from back home.
You want to see them again.
But at the same time... you're ready to go now.
You've lived, and I mean you really lived. You feel as though you completed what you were supposed to do. You can lay at rest.
...But you don't want to die like this; in pain and in misery.
Kōrenki's pale face suddenly comes into view. His silver eyes were bloodshot now because he was crying, his tears clumping up his thick, blue eyelashes. It was odd to see him this way; human. But you're sure he's happier now.
Well, not now, because you're going to die.
Ah man, this is it.
This is really it.
"[Y/n]...!"
Someone said your name, but you really don't know who.
Your vision is getting spotty, you're breathing heavily, you're cold, and you're dizzy and confused. You clutch your sheathed nirichin blade that is laid by your side. Your Demon Slayer uniform, the haori, and Akaza's vest is soaked in blood.
You hope when they bury or cremate your body, that they-Tanjiro takes care of the haori and sword.
Your breath gets caught in your throat. You hope Gerik is waiting for you on the other side.
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You gasp violently and suddenly, coughing loudly and reflectively holding your arm up to cover your mouth. However, you bang your arm against something hard right in front of you.
Clearing your throat, you take deep breaths through sore lungs, dropping your arm to your cramped side.
Okay.
Okay.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
You fucking-
Bitch, you're supposed to be dead.
Dead as hell.
Like, "what shoes you got on in yo casket?" kind of dead.
You died. You were killed. You were bleeding to your death from a fatal wound inflicted on you by Muzan's dead ass.
Why are you breathing? Why can you feel? Why can you hear? Smell? See?
You feel dry but not crusty, so there wasn't any blood-new or old-on you. But you're sore in places where you were previously hurt. Your eyes are beginning to adjust to the dark, you can barely hold your hands up in front of yourself.
Your hands are clean, no blood. But you still have calluses from training and sword wielding.
You pat down your chest: you're wearing your demon slayer shirt, Akaza's vest, and Miku's haori. You continue down your body: you're wearing the uniform skirt, and you can feel your black, thigh high socks. You wiggle your toes, pleased that the sandals are still on.
You feel something hard poking your hip, feeling down and sighing in relief after confirming that it's your nirichin blade.
There's a weird, open robe thing on your body. It's a dark robe, it's also incredibly soft.
Okay...
You need to recollect your thoughts.
You died due to a fatal injury thanks to Muzan. You were lying in your own blood, watching everyone you cared about fight Tanjiro when he became a demon. He was saved, though.
And now... you're in this... box... thing? All dry, semi-healed, and clean. Your right eye is still blurry, you still have ghost pain in your left shoulder and ankle, and you can still feel the pain from Muzan's attack...
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...
Boy, what de hell is this bullshit? Why was I brought back? Why am I alive? Let me perish!
THUNK!
THUNK!!
THUNK THUNK!!!
What the hell is that noise?
"I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me..."
Who the fuck was that? Sounded like a dude who sucked in expired helium. What the fuck is he talking about some uniform?
The wood above you starts to creak and shift, the person outside was grunting in effort.
"Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton!"
Lid?! Wait-I'm not in a fucking coffin, am I?!
"Try this on for size! Mya-ha!!"
FWOOOSH!!
MOTHERFUCKER AM I ON FIRE!?!?! CAN'T HAVE SHIT IN THE AFTERLIFE!!!
The fucking lid blows off, and the sudden light blinds you momentarily. Without the restriction, you were able to bring your (sore) arms above your head, shielding your eyes from the light. You sit up and rub your eyes with the balls on your palms, groaning at all the pain running through your body in waves.
Opening your eyes, you're met with a dark room with... loads and loads of floating coffins. The room was lit up with green fire, and in the center of the large room was a big, oval mirror.
"Now to grab the goods..." You look up at the voice and widen your eyes, "What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!"
Yeah, tell me about it! That's what I've been saying this whole time!
"You're a fucking-you're a talking raccoon!!" You screech, scrambling backwards in the coffin.
Apparently, you offended the weird raccoon thing because he started to yell at you.
(In Japanese, by the way. It fucking sucks; why in Japanese? Why not English? Even Spanish would've been better. Maybe you're in Hell. Maybe that's why everything is in a language you don't understand well. Anyway! The raccoon is yelling at you in Japanese.)
"How... How DARE you! I am no RACCOON! I am Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire!"
He was a cute little cat-raccoon thing! He had a black and white striped bow on the back of his neck. He has fluffy white fur around his chest, a stark contrast against his dark grey fur. His blue, flaming ears and blue eyes were beautiful, though.
"Uh," You blink dumbly, taken aback, "my bad, cuh."
"Tch. Whatever. You... human!" Grim grins mischievously while pointing his liTTLE PINK TOE BEAN AT YOU!! "Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it! 'Cause if you don't... you're gonna regret it!"
...
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Miss gurl, what?
"Ooohh-kay. I must be-I have to be-I think I'm still dead because..." You don't look away as you feel around for your blade, "Cats--They don't talk. Not unless they're demons."
Grim says something in return, but you don't pay attention to him when you grab hold of your scabbard to your sword. You scramble up to your feet, almost tripping over the coffin.
You slam open the doors and fucking run out the room: "BYE, BITCH!!"
You don't really pay attention to where you're going, doing your damnedest to ignore the pain stabbing into where Muzan had attacked you. The robe on your body was heavy on your body, flying wildly behind you.
OKAY! I JUST GOTTA HIDE REAL QUICK!! JUST FOR A BIT!!!
You spot a random pair of double doors, pushing them open with your shoulders, stumbling inside the building. You look around frantically, seeing a few floating books at random places.
Ah crap.
Of course you choose a damn library.
You fumble with your nirichin blade, sliding it underneath your belt and letting it get caught against the belt. You move the sword to hide it behind your back. Luckily, the robe was long enough to hide it so it won't poke up from the back.
You gulp down your anxiety, but of course you suck at basic actions and choke on air. You cough aggressively into the crook of your elbow, being reminded of all the pain you're in.
"Foolish human!"
God damnit!
"Did you really think you could slip away from ME?"
"Well," You clear your throat and chuckle nervously, "I mean, I did slip away at the beginning. L-Look! Please just wait a moment! I-I just die-"
"Hey, human! Don't get off track! If you don't wanna get burned into a crisp, you- me-YEOW!"
Ah! So he is a cat! Also, where the fuck did that whip come from??
"That hurt!" Grim whines while trying to break free from the whip that suddenly wrapped him, "What gives?"
"Consider it tough love."
Oh, who the fuck is this? You're starting to get overwhelmed by all this...
A tall white man just walked into the library with a frown on his lips. He had short, dark hair hidden mostly by a top hat. His face was also adorned by a weird bird mask. Reminded you of plague doctors. You can see, somehow, angry yellow eye-lights behind the mask.
"Ah, I've found you at last. Splendid. I trust you're one of this year's new students? That's quite strange... it seems you're female," The man sighs, "My, were you ever eager to make your debut. And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school rules."
You stay silent, reeling from all that was happening and what's being said. You don't recognize this man. You were hoping you'd recognize him from some game or anime, but you're drawing a total blank. Not to mention...
You're supposed to be fucking dead.
"As if I'd serve some lowly human! Now lemme go!"
"Yes, yes. Rebellion familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?"
The man uses his whip to wrap up Grim's mouth, muffling his protests.
What.
The fuck.
Is going on.
Your chest is heavy with anxiety.
"Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity to open their own gate and step out of it."
"I..."
You breathe in through your nose and look away to your surroundings. You're trying to calm down your nerves: everything feels so unreal.
"Does the very notion of patience elude you?" The weird dude tilts his head and narrows his eye-lights.
"I-I..." You look at the man with concern and confusion, "W-Where am I? I sh-I shouldn't be here. I... I'm supposed to be dead. I should be dead."
The man frowns, "You must be confused from the timespace teleportation. The design is simply to symbolize a parting with your former world, and rebirth into a new one. You may have woken up and passed through the gate, but I assure you, you did not die in a literal sense."
You frantically shake your head, "No. No, you don't understand. I was actually killed by the most powerful demon to have existed. I should be dead."
"Hmmm, that is odd. It's not usual for students to be dreaming while still in their slumber. But, no matter." The man walks away with Grim being dragged behind him, "Come now, your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber."
"No, you're not listening to me!" You splutter with your words in desperation, chasing after the tall man, "I-Buh-Y- A-Anyway, who are you?? Where the fuck am I??"
"Watch your language. That behavior won't be tolerated here at Raven Night College."
... Huh?
"It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude of magic. It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in all of Twisted Wonderland. And I am Dire Crowley. Having been entrusted with it's care by the chairman, I serve as headmage."
Uhhhh... you didn't understand most of those words. In fact, you can barely understand most of what Crowley is saying. His Japanese is more complex than what you're used to, and it's more modern as well. Different from 1914.
Also, Twisted Wonderland?
You've heard of that... game? Anime? Anyway, you've heard of it a few times, but you know absolutely NOTHING about it other than it's made from Disney, Japan. You don't know the characters, the theme, the plot: NOTHING.
Why? Why are you here? Why were you brought back to life to be at this fuck ass place? Oh man, that means there's going to be plot to watch out for. And the Main Character of this place: you hope you'll find them.
"Uh... magic... academy...?" You only repeat back what you understood.
Which was still fucking bonkers: there's magic you need to be scared of now?
"Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those "gates", which can appear anywhere."
Oh, then you're fucked and you're going to get caught fast. You have no fucking magic or talent whatsoever.
"A black carriage bearing one such gate should have come to meet you. The black carriage serves to receive a student chosen by the Dark Mirror." Crowley continues to explain, "It too bears a gate that connects to this campus. And as you know-"
Actually, you don't fucking know. But Crowley seems to love the sound of his own voice.
"-sending a carriage to meet someone on a special day is a time-honored tradition."
"This is... this is like a surprise adoption. Aka, kidnapping," You joke, "Take these people to a Secondary Location."
"Mmfff! Mmmmmmfff!" Grim is still struggling, s-m-h.
"Now, let us attend your orientation." Crowley nods.
Ugh... should you even bother trying to explain yourself at this point?
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A/N: Hi! I guess you can call this a spin-off from my Demon Slayer fanfiction (OWMS)? But reading that story is not necessary to reading this one! That does mean there will be inferences to the other story, but I like to think I'm good about making information clear (sometimes) when it's important.
And in case you did come from OWMS, the way the [Y/n] died in this story is NOT canon to that story!
And if you didn't come from that story, then I guess the most significant information you need is more elaboration on Sekido/ Kōrenki, my oc. His Blood Demon Art is what allowed you to get isekai'd into kny to begin with.
Whether he's the reason why you're in Twisted Wonderland... is to be determined.
Let's see where it goes!
EDIT!! MAJOR, IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE!!
I wanted to quickly address something regarding this Twisted Wonderland Fan-fiction, or rather the plot of it since I've gotten enough comments about it that I'm now obligated to finally make a statement about it.
That story is VERY catered to my specific tastes and personal likes. I've read many Twisted Wonderland fan-fiction and, speaking for myself, I got a bit bored of them since the plot is very predictable. Sure there are many unique elements to each story, but it follows the same guidelines of the game plot itself. I wrote this story for myself to challenge my own imagination and how I can make it unique for myself.
I understand this isn't everyone's cup of tea. I'm aware it doesn't have enough interaction with canon characters. I'm aware the romance is spotty and weird. And I'm aware that the way I'm going about it is unorthodox. But at the end of the day, the truth is that I wrote this story for myself! If people like it, awesome! If people don't like it or hate it, there are other great Twisted Wonderland Fan-fictions across many sites and platforms!
In all honesty, and in the nicest way possible, if that/the way I write the story is something that bothers you to the extent of you not enjoying it, you probably won't like it at ALL going further into the story. The last thing I want is for you to end up hating a story when you can drop it before it's too late.
Thank you for reading!