After cosplaying as the Port Mafia boss, Dazai, I transmigrated, and Chuuya's cosplay destroyed the world (bush)
The original title was Days Spent Becoming Osamu Dazai. I rewrote it, and couldn't be bothered to make a new cover, so I'm keeping this one.
Shatila was hit and killed by a truck on her way home from a convention. When she woke up again, she found herself cosplaying as a red-scarfed bandage freak, and had even taken a leap of faith from the start.
Shatila: Whose cosplay starts with getting killed right away?
Later, Shatila found a fellow cosplayer who had become a certain hat rack.
I (fellow) Ana: ...
Shatila: Let's save (des-troy) the world together!
Iyana: (^_^)
Iyana: Okay.
Simply put, it's the story of two cosplayers who transmigrate and destroy the world, then regret it (?) and travel to various parallel worlds to collect fragments and piece the world back together.
This idea came to me a long time ago. I first wanted to write it after reading lots of cosplay-transmigration stories where the cosplayers are assimilated or influenced by the original characters, or are made to be the original characters themselves. So I wanted to do the opposite and write a story about the original characters pulling the cosplayers in the other direction (?)
Lots of personal headcanons, doing whatever I want, and OOC warning. If there are logic problems, it's just because I have no brain (definitely).
■ Content warnings
The plot is completely out of control, and OOC comes free of charge.
Original characters will be put through the wringer, more than once. Fans of Mori and Natsume-sensei, especially the Three-Flowered Cat fans, beware!!!
The world really does get destroyed.
If you don't like it, please leave as soon as possible!!!
Theme: When people go crazy, they destroy the world.
