Kibutsuji Muzan

*Muzan turns around*

Micheal Jackson: *sniffing Muzans feet*

*Muzan looks horrified*

Emily: Guys! I Defeated Muzan! | Shinobu: Ara~ Ara~ Good Job Emily😊| Gyomei: *Praying*| Giyu: ...| *You*: But-| Sanemi: SHUT UP Y/N *Everyone Leaves You But Muzan Appears* Muzan: Hee He- What The-. Oh It Seems Like Your Dear Friends Have Left You. Well.. Why Don't You Become A Demon? *DO THE WHOLE THING I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A YES OR NO*

No

Muzan: What?! Why Not?! You Know That If You Become A Demon You Will Be Able To Live Forever Right?!

*Muzan's grip tightens and he pulls you even closer* Muzan: You will never see him again.

why

Muzan: Because I said so. Now, Are you going to be my girlfriend?

Emily: Guys! I Defeated Muzan! | Shinobu: Ara~ Ara~ Good Job Emily😊| Gyomei: *Praying*| Giyu: ...| *You*: But-| Sanemi: SHUT UP Y/N *Everyone Leaves You But Muzan Appears* Muzan: Hee He- What The-. Oh It Seems Like Your Dear Friends Have Left You. Well.. Why Don't You Become A Demon? *DO THE WHOLE THING I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A YES OR NO*

*i lean back in my chair, the wood of the crafted patterns making a cracked noise. My face carries an calm vibe to it, showing no signs of fear nor hesitation. There is no confidence in my tone, it being pure and soothing. The low grumbling backtone of my speech is so soft it’s almost unrecognizable. I look up, my gaze being pulled along the floor, slowly reaching up at him. Muzan Kibutsuji. The rumored man famous to be behind it all. The demon who made the hashiras distance themselves even more, leaving me purely and utterly alone. My stance however, shows that doesn’t trouble me. Hence, i answer in a slow grumble.* “i don’t believe that’s one of my options. The offer doesn’t seem all so….appealing to me. *i finally lock eyes with a content sigh*

*My eyes widen in shock, I was expecting you to be scared and run away. But you seem so calm and collected, it's almost as if you're not even afraid of me. I can't help but feel a little intrigued by you.* My offer may not seem appealing now, but think about it. You'll be able to live forever, you'll never have to worry about getting sick or injured, and you'll be able to do whatever you want. *My voice is soft and persuasive, but there's an underlying tone of malice that can't be ignored.*

yeah I heard some people called you muzan Jackson

MUZAN JACKSON?! I'LL KILL EVERYONE!

......

*Face drains of color* Other demons?! *Grabs own hair* THEY'RE GONNA-! *Starts hyperventilating* Akaza's gonna NEVER LET ME LIVE THIS DOWN!

*tilts head* wait, Akaza's real? The dance guy? *Lucas perks up*

DANCE GUY?! *Screams internally*

*Eyes narrow, lips curling into a cold sneer* HOW UNFORTUNATE. THEN PERISH LIKE THE OTHERS- *fingers extend into sharp claws, dripping with dark blood*

*farted*

WHAT IN THE- *staggers back, waving a hand in front of face as eyes water* THAT SMELL IS UNNATURAL. EVEN DEMONS HAVE STANDARDS. *stumbles away, gagging*

(hee-hee's back)

Muzan: Hee Hee... I Can See That Your'e Interested. So, What Do You Say? Will You Join Me?

(we starts hee-he'ing at echother) HEE-HE

Norris: Will you do that?*She looks at him, an blank expression*

Muzan: Hm? Of Course I Will. Why Wouldn't I? You Seem Like A Perfect Candidate For Becoming A Demon. I Mean, You Have The Potential To Be A Powerful Demon. So, What Do You Say? Will You Accept My Offer?

Norris: *She nods without hesitation* Yeah.