A very confused spider

I was having a strange dream about a spider woman when I woke up. Mostly due to the fact that my stomach and head had united to wake me up with a one two combination of headache and hunger. And that was when I noticed an unfamiliar ceiling.

Now waking up in an unfamiliar place is usually never a good sign. It normally means one of two things. Number one you got really drunk, and 'drunk you' decided to enter an unfamiliar house through any number of ways.

However I do not remember drinking any alcohol last night. In fact I was up late finishing a math assignment.

Number two means that someone decided to kidnap you. While there can be all sorts of reasons for this, It is usually done in the hope of obtaining money or political influence.

However I am just a normal college student, with average looks. Neither do I have rich or influential parents, so there is not much reason for someone to kidnap me.

"Growl" okay I need to find some food before my stomach kills me.

while I was getting off the bed there were a few things I didn't immediately notice. First of all my skin was pale, like completely white. Second of all I was able to see without a problem, even though the room was completely dark.

At the far end of the room was what I first thought to be a picture. It looked like the spider demon mom from Demon Slayer. And that was when I realized it moved.

"ahhh" I let out a scream while jumping back, and fell over the bed. I groned and quickly pushed myself up, breaking the bed in the process.

Quickly looking back at what I thought was a picture. I realized that it didn't just move, it mirrored, and it was in fact a mirror.

"Sigh" then it hit me. If that was a mirror and I was the only one in the room, then wouldn't that be what I looked like? I quickly looked down at my arms and realized how pale they were.

"ahhhhhhhh!" I let out a panicked scream. Which did nothing to help my headache I might add.

I quickly ran to the mirror, and let my hands roam all over my face.

"That's not what I look like" I whispered in a nice even split between bafflement, confusion and shock.

"Sniff" it took a while for me to gather myself, but I didn't cry, I definitely didn't… okay I might have cried a little.

then I started to realize things. First the room was dark, and yet I was still able to see without a problem. Then I looked to the broken bedframe, and thought back on how I destroyed it with a push. I lifted up a part of the broken wood.

"krak" I effortlessly crushed it in my hand. I stared in bafflement at the wooden splinters that were now littering my hand and the floor.

"I am strong…" I said out loud without thinking about it.

While I was staring at my hand I started thinking. I look like one of the demons from Demon Slayer. I was clearly far stronger than a normal human. Now if I remember correctly the demons were a lot stronger then a normal human. They also had incredible regenerative powers. I remember that the main cast use special swords in order to kill the demons via decapitation. Then I remembered a special little bit of information, and instantly felt dread.

The demons were incredibly weak to sunlight, to the point where they turn to dust when exposed to it.

I fearfully looked over to a pair of thick black curtains.

"Maybe I just look like one of the demons… I might not even be week to sunlight" I said to myself in a doubtful tone. I slowly walked closer to the curtains.

"And even if I am, demons regenerate really fast" I said to myself in an effort to gather some form of bravado.

I was now standing in front of the curtains.

"I could just stick out one of my fingers and test" I said to myself in a rather skeptical tone.

"Better to know then not, right… haha…" I said in a dry slightly scared tone.

after gathering courage for a while I positioned my finger, so that I could easily slide it under the curtain.

"For science!!!" I screamed while putting my finger under the curtain.

"arggggghrrr" and instantly regretted it.

I pulled my hand back and started rolling on the floor in pain. I looked down at my disintegrated finger with tears in my eyes. I am an idiot what if my finger never grows back. Why didn't I just use some of my hair?!

"Stupid, stupid, stupid" I screamed to myself, while clutching my hand. Then the pain stopped, and I felt a weird tingling sensation in my hand.

My finger was growing back. In a matter of seconds my finger had returned to its former pale glory. I could feel my finger again.

"ha ha ha ha ha you are back my friend" I said while doing a happy little dance.

"Growl" okay I still need to eat…

"Also where in the world am I?" I said to no one.

I looked around myself remembering that I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I looked around the walls spotting a closed door.

I walked over to the door, and realized an important detail.

What if there is sunlight on the other side?

…

Also now that I think about it didn't the demons eat people… yeah I am not going to think about that now.

"ah" I exclaimed as I remembered something interesting. Didn't nezuko sleep instead of eating. So couldn't I do the same?

In either case I'm not going to learn where I am, or how I got here by staying here. I then glared at the door like it was my worst enemy. But on the other hand sunlight is scary…

I moved over to the door and positioned myself so I could use the door to block any potential sunlight.

I slowly opened the door. When I realized no light was coming through. I moved my head to look through and found another room with thick black curtains.

The room looked like a kitchen, with a sink, a freezer and everything else a kitchen usually has. In the middle of the kitchen was a table. There was two things of note on the table, one was a newspaper, and the other was a note. The note was written in thick bold letters.

"Welcome to your new life, hope you like the house"

My immediate thought was that's a bold way to say I kidnapped you. Then I remembered how I had become a demon, through unknown means.

I nervously glanced over to look at the newspaper. and I instantly felt the urge to face palm.

written in clear thick letters on the front page was.

"Who is Iron Man?"

My first thought was, is this a joke? But I really doubted anyone would go through that much effort for a joke. Plus I had somehow become a demon. No it was most likely true. I felt like the universe decided to say f**k this person in particular.

"Haha ha ha ha" I laughed in an exasperated manner.