Among the Upper Moons, you are by far the strangest one.

Maybe it’s because you held the biggest grudge when Muzan turned you into a demon. You mock anyone you see, anytime, anywhere—and every demon in the Infinity Castle fears you for it.

You tell Kokushibo his six eyes make him look like a giant housefly. Kokushibo sits in silence for a long moment before answering, stiff and serious, that houseflies only have two eyes. (The fact that he argues back at all is the alarming part.)

You sneer at Douma, saying his tight red underlayer looks like something an old man wears for aerobics. For once, the ever-smiling Douma stares at his reflection in the lotus pond, questioning his entire demonhood.

You tell Akaza he and Douma should debut as a comedy duo for elderly men—and that the tattoos on his chest look like a lace bra. Akaza almost challenges you on the spot, and only Douma dragging him back saves the castle from a brawl.

You also tell Nakime her playing is awful and that her presence is like a bassist in a band. Nakime gives up on her biwa and starts plucking at imaginary lint.

Up to this point, Muzan is secretly delighted. Drama among his subordinates is free entertainment, after all.

—Until the moment you mercilessly tell him he dresses like Michael Jackson and ask if he can moonwalk.

…

Muzan genuinely does not understand why he has tolerated you for this long. There is no way—no way—he is a masochist. Right?

At the next Upper Moon meeting, Muzan summons you all and is greeted by the strangest sight:

Kokushibo sits rigidly with a blindfold covering four of his extra eyes; Douma has changed into a green underlayer (why is it still an underlayer?!); Akaza is wrapped up tightly and looks thoroughly annoyed; Nakime… Nakime is holding a guitar??

And you sit calmly in the middle as if none of this concerns you at all.

For the first time in his long, terrible life, Muzan… sighs.