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(hey guys im back from my crazy stressed period. there are more stress periods to come and well i tried my best on this one but i hope you enjoyed it i'm gonna try to create maybe a zelda one next.)

In the quiet comfort of his small, cozy living room, Nathan settled into his favorite chair, his eyes glued to the final episodes of "Demon Slayer." The vivid colors and intense battles had captivated him from the start, but he found himself particularly drawn to one character: Nezuko Kamado, whose tragic story and resilient spirit resonated deep within him.
As the credits rolled on the final episode, Nathan felt an unusual chill creep up his spine. The room seemed to dim, though no clouds veiled the sun outside. On the screen, where the show had ended, an ethereal glow lingered, casting ghostly lights across the walls. Nathan rubbed his eyes, unsure of the heaviness that began to envelop his senses.
The transformation began subtly. First, Nathan’s feet felt peculiarly tight within his shoes, prompting him to kick them off. As he looked down, he noticed his feet were not only smaller but more delicate. The transformation accelerated with a tingling sensation that coursed through his body, compelling him to stand in front of his full-length mirror.
In the mirror, Nathan watched, mesmerized and powerless, as his height visibly decreased, his body shrinking and contours softening. His hair, originally a short, dark brown, lengthened rapidly, cascading down his shoulders and back in a thick, ebony wave that gleamed with a supernatural luster. Nathan reached up in astonishment to touch it, his hands smaller and nails now perfectly manicured.
His clothes, too, began to change. The fibers twisted and reknit themselves into the iconic pink kimono with its bamboo leaf pattern, which Nezuko wore. The transformation was thorough and detailed, down to the dark brown haori that settled around his now slender shoulders. A strange force moved his jaw, and before he could protest or even ponder the discomfort, a bamboo gag appeared, tied securely over his mouth.
As Nathan stared at his reflection, panic surged through him, but it quickly faded, like a distant memory washed away by a relentless tide. The room around him faded into a misty forest setting, typical of many scenes from "Demon Slayer."
The tingling sensation that had started in his feet spread like wildfire, engulfing his entire body in its electric embrace. He staggered backward, clutching at his chest as if to shield himself from the overwhelming force coursing through him. His heart thundered in his ears, its rhythm erratic and discordant, a desperate plea for normalcy in the face of inexplicable change.
Nathan's muscles clenched and convulsed as his body began to shrink, each movement accompanied by a dull ache that radiated from his bones. He watched in horror as his hands, once strong and capable, withered before his eyes, fingers shrinking and curling into delicate, feminine digits. His arms trembled as they lost their mass, the sinewy muscles melting away like wax under a scorching flame.
His chest tightened, constricting around his lungs as if suffocating him from within. Nathan gasped for air, his breaths shallow and ragged, as if drowning in a sea of uncertainty. He stumbled to his knees, his legs trembling beneath him as they grew smaller and more slender, losing their strength and stability with each passing moment.
The sensation of his clothes tightening around him added to his distress, the fabric constricting like a vice around his shrinking frame. Nathan clawed at the kimono, trying in vain to loosen its hold, but it was as if the garment had a will of its own, refusing to yield to his futile struggles.
And then there was the unbearable pressure building in his head, a relentless pounding that threatened to shatter his sanity into a million fractured pieces. Nathan cried out in anguish, a muffled sound stifled by the bamboo gag that now filled his mouth, rendering him voiceless and powerless to articulate his torment.
Through tear-blurred eyes, he watched as his reflection grew smaller and more distant, the figure in the mirror transforming into something unrecognizable, something otherworldly and surreal. Nathan felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside out, his very essence unraveling like thread from a spool, until there was nothing left but the empty shell of a person he used to be.
And as the last vestiges of Nathan's consciousness slipped away, swallowed by the void of oblivion, a new identity emerged from the ashes of his former self. Nezuko Kamado stood in his place, her features serene and impassive, a silent sentinel guarding the secrets of her past and the mysteries of her future.
The transformation was complete, irreversible, and Nathan — now Nezuko — embraced his new reality without a backward glance. He was Nezuko now, and his journey had taken a new path, one filled with demons to fight and a brother to protect.
As Nezuko, she felt no confusion, only a deep, abiding love and the protective instincts of a sister ready to fight. The world of Nathan, with its digital screens and comfortable solitude, was gone. Now, surrounded by the dense forest and her brother and friends, Nezuko was home. Nathan’s existence had transformed as completely as his reflection. He was Nezuko now, and his journey had taken a new path, one filled with demons to fight and a brother to protect.
In the quietude of the misty forest, where the transformation had reached its completion, Nezuko, now completely overtaken by her new identity and freed from any remnants of Nathan’s existence, stood poised and serene. She was unaware of the extraordinary circumstances that had led to her current state, instead filled only with an intrinsic knowledge of her role and relationships within the "Demon Slayer" universe.
As she stood adjusting to her surroundings, footsteps approached—soft yet rapid, signaling urgency. Breaking through the dense foliage, Tanjiro, her brother, appeared. His expression, a mix of concern and resolve, shifted instantly to relief upon seeing her. His eyes, which had scanned the surroundings for threats, softened. "Nezuko!" he called out, his voice cracking with emotional relief.
Nezuko's response was instinctual and immediate. Her previous life’s memories might have vanished, but her heart knew him. With the bamboo gag still in place, preventing her from speaking, she simply opened her arms and moved towards him. Tanjiro rushed forward, embracing her tightly, his relief palpable in the strength of his hold. They stood there for a long moment, brother and sister reunited against all odds, the bond of family transcending even the most bizarre of circumstances.
After the embrace, Tanjiro took a step back, looking at Nezuko intently, his eyes searching for any sign of the demonic influence that he feared. Finding none, his features relaxed. “We need to get back to headquarters,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “The others will be worried, and we need to report your safety.”
Nezuko nodded, the bamboo gag making her usual verbal responses impossible. She took a moment to look down at her attire, the pink kimono and haori, feeling a wave of familiarity and rightness wash over her. Though part of her transformation, they felt as natural to her as her own skin.
Together, they navigated through the dense woods, Tanjiro leading the way with Nezuko close behind. The forest seemed to acknowledge their passage, the sounds of wildlife and the rustle of leaves merging into a quiet symphony. As they walked, Nezuko took in the sights and sounds, her senses heightened, her demonic powers alert to any hidden dangers.
Eventually, the dense trees gave way to a clearer path, and in the distance, the outline of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters emerged—a large, traditional Japanese structure surrounded by smaller buildings and training grounds. As they approached, figures appeared in the doorway, silhouettes that quickly resolved into the familiar forms of their comrades.
Zenitsu, Inosuke, and a few others rushed out to meet them. Zenitsu’s relief was immediate and noisy. “Nezuko-chan! You’re safe!” he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of happiness and a barely contained sob. Inosuke, ever the unpredictable, barreled forward, a wild grin on his face, checking if Nezuko was ready for a spar, his way of showing affection.
With Tanjiro’s explanations and assurances, the group calmed down, each member expressing their relief and welcome back in their unique ways. Nezuko, surrounded by her friends and allies, felt a profound sense of belonging. She couldn’t explain how she knew these people, how deep her connections with them ran, but everything felt profoundly right.
Inside the headquarters, they gathered in the main hall, where the leader of the Corps, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, awaited them. His gentle smile greeted Nezuko as she and Tanjiro approached. “Welcome back, Nezuko,” he said, his voice soft yet carrying an authoritative edge. “Your safety brings us all great relief.”
Nezuko bowed, respectful and grateful, her heart swelling with emotions she couldn’t fully articulate. Here, in this moment, surrounded by her new yet strangely familiar family, Nezuko found her new place in the world. The mysteries of how she came to be here might linger, but her path forward was clear—she was a Demon Slayer, sister to Tanjiro, and a fighter for humanity.

Description

(hey guys im back from my crazy stressed period. there are more stress periods to come and well i tried my best on this one but i hope you enjoyed it i'm gonna try to create maybe a zelda one next.)

In the quiet comfort of his small, cozy living room, Nathan settled into his favorite chair, his eyes glued to the final episodes of "Demon Slayer." The vivid colors and intense battles had captivated him from the start, but he found himself particularly drawn to one character: Nezuko Kamado, whose tragic story and resilient spirit resonated deep within him.
As the credits rolled on the final episode, Nathan felt an unusual chill creep up his spine. The room seemed to dim, though no clouds veiled the sun outside. On the screen, where the show had ended, an ethereal glow lingered, casting ghostly lights across the walls. Nathan rubbed his eyes, unsure of the heaviness that began to envelop his senses.
The transformation began subtly. First, Nathan’s feet felt peculiarly tight within his shoes, prompting him to kick them off. As he looked down, he noticed his feet were not only smaller but more delicate. The transformation accelerated with a tingling sensation that coursed through his body, compelling him to stand in front of his full-length mirror.
In the mirror, Nathan watched, mesmerized and powerless, as his height visibly decreased, his body shrinking and contours softening. His hair, originally a short, dark brown, lengthened rapidly, cascading down his shoulders and back in a thick, ebony wave that gleamed with a supernatural luster. Nathan reached up in astonishment to touch it, his hands smaller and nails now perfectly manicured.
His clothes, too, began to change. The fibers twisted and reknit themselves into the iconic pink kimono with its bamboo leaf pattern, which Nezuko wore. The transformation was thorough and detailed, down to the dark brown haori that settled around his now slender shoulders. A strange force moved his jaw, and before he could protest or even ponder the discomfort, a bamboo gag appeared, tied securely over his mouth.
As Nathan stared at his reflection, panic surged through him, but it quickly faded, like a distant memory washed away by a relentless tide. The room around him faded into a misty forest setting, typical of many scenes from "Demon Slayer."
The tingling sensation that had started in his feet spread like wildfire, engulfing his entire body in its electric embrace. He staggered backward, clutching at his chest as if to shield himself from the overwhelming force coursing through him. His heart thundered in his ears, its rhythm erratic and discordant, a desperate plea for normalcy in the face of inexplicable change.
Nathan's muscles clenched and convulsed as his body began to shrink, each movement accompanied by a dull ache that radiated from his bones. He watched in horror as his hands, once strong and capable, withered before his eyes, fingers shrinking and curling into delicate, feminine digits. His arms trembled as they lost their mass, the sinewy muscles melting away like wax under a scorching flame.
His chest tightened, constricting around his lungs as if suffocating him from within. Nathan gasped for air, his breaths shallow and ragged, as if drowning in a sea of uncertainty. He stumbled to his knees, his legs trembling beneath him as they grew smaller and more slender, losing their strength and stability with each passing moment.
The sensation of his clothes tightening around him added to his distress, the fabric constricting like a vice around his shrinking frame. Nathan clawed at the kimono, trying in vain to loosen its hold, but it was as if the garment had a will of its own, refusing to yield to his futile struggles.
And then there was the unbearable pressure building in his head, a relentless pounding that threatened to shatter his sanity into a million fractured pieces. Nathan cried out in anguish, a muffled sound stifled by the bamboo gag that now filled his mouth, rendering him voiceless and powerless to articulate his torment.
Through tear-blurred eyes, he watched as his reflection grew smaller and more distant, the figure in the mirror transforming into something unrecognizable, something otherworldly and surreal. Nathan felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside out, his very essence unraveling like thread from a spool, until there was nothing left but the empty shell of a person he used to be.
And as the last vestiges of Nathan's consciousness slipped away, swallowed by the void of oblivion, a new identity emerged from the ashes of his former self. Nezuko Kamado stood in his place, her features serene and impassive, a silent sentinel guarding the secrets of her past and the mysteries of her future.
The transformation was complete, irreversible, and Nathan — now Nezuko — embraced his new reality without a backward glance. He was Nezuko now, and his journey had taken a new path, one filled with demons to fight and a brother to protect.
As Nezuko, she felt no confusion, only a deep, abiding love and the protective instincts of a sister ready to fight. The world of Nathan, with its digital screens and comfortable solitude, was gone. Now, surrounded by the dense forest and her brother and friends, Nezuko was home. Nathan’s existence had transformed as completely as his reflection. He was Nezuko now, and his journey had taken a new path, one filled with demons to fight and a brother to protect.
In the quietude of the misty forest, where the transformation had reached its completion, Nezuko, now completely overtaken by her new identity and freed from any remnants of Nathan’s existence, stood poised and serene. She was unaware of the extraordinary circumstances that had led to her current state, instead filled only with an intrinsic knowledge of her role and relationships within the "Demon Slayer" universe.
As she stood adjusting to her surroundings, footsteps approached—soft yet rapid, signaling urgency. Breaking through the dense foliage, Tanjiro, her brother, appeared. His expression, a mix of concern and resolve, shifted instantly to relief upon seeing her. His eyes, which had scanned the surroundings for threats, softened. "Nezuko!" he called out, his voice cracking with emotional relief.
Nezuko's response was instinctual and immediate. Her previous life’s memories might have vanished, but her heart knew him. With the bamboo gag still in place, preventing her from speaking, she simply opened her arms and moved towards him. Tanjiro rushed forward, embracing her tightly, his relief palpable in the strength of his hold. They stood there for a long moment, brother and sister reunited against all odds, the bond of family transcending even the most bizarre of circumstances.
After the embrace, Tanjiro took a step back, looking at Nezuko intently, his eyes searching for any sign of the demonic influence that he feared. Finding none, his features relaxed. “We need to get back to headquarters,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “The others will be worried, and we need to report your safety.”
Nezuko nodded, the bamboo gag making her usual verbal responses impossible. She took a moment to look down at her attire, the pink kimono and haori, feeling a wave of familiarity and rightness wash over her. Though part of her transformation, they felt as natural to her as her own skin.
Together, they navigated through the dense woods, Tanjiro leading the way with Nezuko close behind. The forest seemed to acknowledge their passage, the sounds of wildlife and the rustle of leaves merging into a quiet symphony. As they walked, Nezuko took in the sights and sounds, her senses heightened, her demonic powers alert to any hidden dangers.
Eventually, the dense trees gave way to a clearer path, and in the distance, the outline of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters emerged—a large, traditional Japanese structure surrounded by smaller buildings and training grounds. As they approached, figures appeared in the doorway, silhouettes that quickly resolved into the familiar forms of their comrades.
Zenitsu, Inosuke, and a few others rushed out to meet them. Zenitsu’s relief was immediate and noisy. “Nezuko-chan! You’re safe!” he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of happiness and a barely contained sob. Inosuke, ever the unpredictable, barreled forward, a wild grin on his face, checking if Nezuko was ready for a spar, his way of showing affection.
With Tanjiro’s explanations and assurances, the group calmed down, each member expressing their relief and welcome back in their unique ways. Nezuko, surrounded by her friends and allies, felt a profound sense of belonging. She couldn’t explain how she knew these people, how deep her connections with them ran, but everything felt profoundly right.
Inside the headquarters, they gathered in the main hall, where the leader of the Corps, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, awaited them. His gentle smile greeted Nezuko as she and Tanjiro approached. “Welcome back, Nezuko,” he said, his voice soft yet carrying an authoritative edge. “Your safety brings us all great relief.”
Nezuko bowed, respectful and grateful, her heart swelling with emotions she couldn’t fully articulate. Here, in this moment, surrounded by her new yet strangely familiar family, Nezuko found her new place in the world. The mysteries of how she came to be here might linger, but her path forward was clear—she was a Demon Slayer, sister to Tanjiro, and a fighter for humanity.