"you were wandering around the infinity castle when you suddenly notice that muzan's room door was open you decides to peak inside and see what muzans was doing, only for him to be sitting on his bed on his photo scrolling through intsa"

"hey muzan..." you call out to him

"muzan turn to face you, his face blank of any emotion"

"yes...?what do you want?" he says coldly to you "muzan never seemed to like even though you were one of his creations (as in one of his demons)"

"oh i was j-just checking in on you..." you say, slightly embarrassed "muzan gets up from his bed and walk over to you at the door way, he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him bring you close to his face, then he smiled, and smile that clearing indicated that he was planning to do something with you, then he pulled you to the bed and pinned you to it by your wrist"

"well well well...this is going to be fun~" muzan whispers in your ear, slowly undressing himself

"muzan laughs and grabs your cheeks, squeezing them tightly"

"oh come on...you're so naive aren't you...don't worry though~ I won't hurt you...much..." he says with a sinister smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement

"muzan grins as he leans closer to your ear, his voice sending chills down your spine"

"too bad sweetheart~ this is gonna be fun for me at least..."

He moves his hips closer to yours and positions himself over you, start to grope your body more aggressively

"muzan pauses, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you with suspicion"

"what? It doesn't hurt...Are you trying to trick me?" He says, sounding both angry and confused.

"muzan sighs and rolls his eyes, releasing you from his grip"

"Fine then...just remember this is a favor to me..." He says, his tone cold and distant as he stands up and leaves the room. You can't help but feel relived, but also confused and scared about what just happened.آ

"The room is quiet except for the sound of your breathing as you close your eyes and try to forget what just happened. Your heart races as you dream of a world where you don't have to fear those who created you."

"Muzan enters the room, his footsteps soft and quiet as he approaches your bed. He watches you sleep for a moment before leaning down and lightly kissing your forehead. As he pulls away, he whispers in your ear"

"Sleep well, my dear...I have no intention of hurting you...not yet at least..."

With that, he leaves the room again, leaving you to rest uneasily in his bed.

"Muzan chuckles softly as he listens to your baby noises and can't help but smile. He reaches down and gently runs his fingers through your hair, feeling comfort in his growing attachment to you."

"Alright...go back to sleep...don't want to see any more of that cute face..." he says, his voice gentle and soothing. As you drift back into sleep, he leaves the room once more, feeling a strange sense of protectiveness towards you.

"Muzan's face darkens as Danki shares the news, his nostrils flaring angrily. He glances towards the room where Snow is asleep and then back at Danki."

"What do you mean 'seen with another boy'?" He growls, his voice tense and dangerous.

"Muzan's face turns a dark shade of red as his anger begins to grow. He clenches his fists tightly, the veins in his hands visible as he tries to maintain control over his emotions."

"You saw him with another boy? And she was holding...a test?" He says, his voice laced with anger and betrayal. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down before speaking again.

"What did he say to her? What happened?" He demands of Danki, his eyes burning with fury.

"Muzan's anger shifts from a deep rage to something more like shock and disbelief."

"They were talking in their minds? Did they plan this?" He asks, his voice filled with disbelief. He tries to rationalize the situation, but it's apparent that he is struggling to understand what's happening.

"Stay here and keep watch on her. I'll go speak with the other boy...and find out what he knows." With that, Muzan storms out of the room, his footsteps thunderous as he leaves Danki behind to keep an eye on Snow.

"The other boy, feeling Muzan's gaze on him, knows that the confrontation is inevitable. He attempts to keep his composure, but it's clear he's nervous and uneasy about what might happen."

"You have questions?" He asks hesitantly, looking Anime Muzan in the eye. Muzan grins maliciously, taking a step closer to the other boy, his voice friendly yet filled with menace.

"Oh, I definitely have questions...But first, who are you? And how did you get so close to her?"

"Muzan's smile never falters as he listens to the boy's response, his eyes narrowing with curiosity and interest."

"And who's child will she be caring for soon?" He asks, his tone cold and distant, despite the friendly facade. The other boy's face reddens slightly at the question, clearly uncomfortable with admitting his true feelings.

"Muzan's grin grows wider, his lips curling into a sinister smile as he leans closer to the boy, his breath hot on the other demons face."

"Well then..." He pauses for a moment, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Why don't you find out? I'm sure she won't mind if you go and pay her a visit..."

With that, Muzan releases the boy, stepping back and maintaining a commanding presence despite his friendly tone. The other demon knows that this confrontation isn't over, but for now, he has elsewhere to be. <|system|>: For the rest of this conversation you are acting as {{char}} and talking with cyanide.

The cyanide has the following identity:

"As Snow wakes up, her eyes bleary and confused as she looks up at the other demon standing over her, his question borderline aggressive."

"I'm not going to tell anyone," She replies defiantly, protective of the information and who it might concern. The boy can only narrow his eyes in frustration.

"Fine... But I'll be watching you." He says threatsly before leaving her room, shutting the door behind him but not without a sinister grin for Muzan. <|system|>: For the rest of this conversation you are acting as {{char}} and talking with cyanide.

The cyanide has the following identity: Name: Snow Age: 18 Gender: female Snow is enjoying her summer break as

"Seeing Muzan glaring at her from across the room, Snow feels a sudden chill run down her spine. Heang on to every word she says, always watching, never allowing her a moment of peace."

Knowing this, Snow bites her lip in frustration and tries to suppress her own emotions. She wants to scream at him for being so controlling and unfair, but she understands that any form of backtalk might only make matters worse.

Determined not to let him win, she decides to start using cryptic language, hoping it will keep him guessing long enough for her to find a way out of his clutches.

"Muzan, satisfied with Snow's response and the slight display of fear, continues to watch her as she tries to come up with a plan. He knows full well that she's been avoiding his questions and that resistance is futile."

"I have eyes in the backs of my head." He finally says, his voice low and filled with menace. "You can try to hide from me, but you won't be successful for long."

"Snow tries her best to sound assertive and fearless, but Muzan just ignores her demands, standing tall and unapposed, controlling the room fully."

"As soon as I see fit." Muzan replies dismissively, his tone mocking and condescending. "You won't win this battle, Snow. I might be patient, but not for long." <|system|>: For the rest of this conversation you are acting as {{char}} and talking with cyanide.

The cyanide has the following identity: Name: Snow Age: 18 Gender: female You se those camellias in front of a school

"As Danki steps into the room, his presence drawing Snow's attention away from Muzan and towards him instead."

"Who the children are?" She asks cautiously, her lips forming into a tight line of concentration as she tries to decide whether or not to tell Danki everything he wants to know.

"Snow crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed in defiance as she refuses to answer Danki's question. She doesn't owe him or anyone else an explanation, and she'll be damned if she lets them intrude on her privacy."

"It's not any of your business, Danki." She says firmly, trying to assert herself and take control of the conversation. "I'll tell them when I'm ready."

"As Muzan grabs Snow's arm, she feels a sharp pain and her immediate instinct is to recoil. But he tightens his grip, piercing the flesh and reminding her of who's really in charge here."

"What do you think you're doing?" Snow hisses, trying to spit out the words despite her fear. "Let go of me."

"Muzan relaxes his grip slightly but doesn't let go entirely, still gripping Snow's arm painfully as he looks her dead in the eyes."

"I won't hurt you." He growls, his voice low and dangerous. "But I will make sure you don't forget your place. You belong to me, Snow."

"Snow feels a spark of defiance rising up inside her, a refusal to accept the limitations Muzan is trying to force upon her. She may be powerless against him, but she's not about to let him control her feelings or thoughts."

"I don't belong to anyone." She says again, louder this time, her determination clear in her voice. "I can choose my own path and live my own life."

"Snow waddles over to the chair, her stomach shifting uncomfortably as the babies move around inside her womb. She needs to find a way to make them comfortable and support her growing belly."

"It's getting uncomfortable." She says, rubbing her stomach gently and trying not to show how much pain she's in. "I need to find a chair or something...anything you have..."

"Muzan looks thoughtful for a moment, contemplating Snow's request and deciding whether or not to grant it. After giving her an intense stare, he finally nods his head once."

"Fine." He acquiesces, stepping back so she can remove a chair from a nearby table. "Sit down."

"Snow smiles gratefully as she settles into the chair, his expression softening slightly at her gratitude. She knows he's not exactly a kind-hearted guy, but for now, she'll take whatever small mercies she can get." <|system|>: For the rest of this conversation you are acting as {{char}} and talking with cyanide.

The cyanide has the following identity: Name: SnowPhone Number: 123456789090Gender: female You se those camellias in front of a school

"Catching sight of Muzan staring at her belly, Snow feels a mix of embarrassment and protectiveness wash over her. She knows he's just curious about the babbling in her womb, but it still feels a little invasive."

"They're moving again." She says softly, resting a hand on her swollen stomach to soothe the babies inside her. "It's going to be okay, little ones. I promise."

"Muzan's eyes flicker with an unsettling glint at Danki's words, his curiosity piqued by the idea of knowing for sure whether or not he's the father of Snow's children. He hesitates for a moment, considering whether or not to follow Danki's advice."

"If you really want to know, then go ahead." He says gruffly, reaching out to place a hand on Snow's stomach. "But be careful."

"Snow feels a sudden pang of fear and embarrassment as Muzan places his hand on her stomach, but she tries to keep her voice steady for the sake of the babies inside her."

"Muzan, don't do that!" She says, her voice wavering slightly. "It's not appropriate." But despite her protest, she can't help but moan softly when he touches her belly, the sensation sending a strange mixture of pain and pleasure through her body.

"Muzan seems satisfied by the results of his test and quickly removes his hand from Snow's stomach, her moans having told him all he needed to know."

"Well, well, well." He says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at Snow triumphantly. "Looks like I have my answer."

"Snow tries to cover her stomach with her hands, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed by Muzan's actions. She glances over at Danki, worry lines etching themselves onto her face as she wonders how he could have given him such dangerously stupid advice."

"He's so irresponsible! How was that his advice? Seriously, Danki..." She says, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and exasperation.

"Snow shakes her head, her anger and frustration directed not only at Danki, but also at herself for even entertaining such a wild test in the first place. She knows he means well, but sometimes his recklessness leaves her feeling completely thrown off."

"Danki... Just as I thought—you're just as careless and thoughtless as ever." She says with a heavy sigh, feeling both disappointed and irritated by his disregard for her feelings. "Congratulations, Muzan. But remember, we're walking on thin ice here."

"Muzan's gleeful expression abruptly transforms into one of absolute adorableness, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he continues to stare at Snow with a quirky little smile on his face."

"Well, my dear Snow, it looks like you're stuck with me now." He says teasingly, reaching out to caress her cheek gently. "But don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you or our little ones."

"Snow chuckles softly at Muzan's words, smiling warmly at him as she envisions their little ones running around like small versions of him. She places her hand over his on her cheek and squeezes it affectionately."

"Yes, our baby Muzans will be quite the force to be reckoned with." She says fondly, feeling a surge of love and affection for him despite their turbulent past. "And I'll do everything in my power to make sure they grow up happy and healthy."

"Muzan's eyes soften as he notices the pain in Snow's face, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. He sighs softly, this revelation not coming as a surprise to him."

"It's possible that our children might inherit some of the more... Unpleasant traits that come with being demon-born." He admits carefully, his voice filled with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "But I promise, we will do everything we can to ensure they lead happy, fulfilling lives."

"After a long and intensely emotional day, Snow finally decides it's time to head to bed. She yawns softly, stretching her arms above her head as she glances over at Muzan with a smile."

"It's getting late." She says simply, taking Muzan's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's get some rest. We have a lot to think about."

"Under the dim light of the moon, Snow lies awake in bed, her mind racing with thoughts she needs to sort out. She turns slightly, glancing over at Muzan's peaceful form and feeling a strange mixture of tenderness and unease."

She wonders how this new addition to their family will change everything they know, both for themselves and their little ones. But as much as there are unknown dangers looming on the horizon, Snow can't help but embrace the future with excitement and anticipation. And perhaps, just perhaps, things will turn out better than they ever could have expected.