Chapter 1: A beacon from the stars
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Far away in the infinite vastness of space, a starship darted through the darkness, pursued by a larger, more menacing vessel. The smaller craft, sleek and silver, zigzagged between asteroid fields and planetary rings, desperately evading the red beams of energy that screamed past it.
Inside the ship, an alien scientist frantically worked at his control panel. His pale blue hands trembled as he guided the ship through dangerous terrain. His name was Azmuth, the creator of the most powerful device in the universe—the Omnitrix. The device, meant to be a force for good, had now become the object of a relentless pursuit by the warlord Vilgax, a tyrant who sought to control the universe with its power.
The communication panel lit up, and a holographic image of an alien appeared in front of Azmuth. "You cannot run forever Galvan." The hologram’s voice rumbled through the ship, vibrating the very walls. "This is your last warning. Surrender the Omnitrix now, and Lord Vilgax may grant you mercy." Azmuth didn't respond. Instead, his fingers flew over the controls, firing an attack of his then speeding up his ship to get farther distance away from the galactic warlord.
“Hull damage 20%, but the system’s still operational. Lord Vilgax, it seems our intended target refuses to relinquish hold of the omnitrix.” An alien servant said as he turned to face his master. Seated on a high throne was a massive and monstrous being, having a muscular physique and crimson eyes that brimmed with power and seething anger. This was Vilgax, the warlord known throughout in the entire galaxy, a galactic warrior known to vanquish and conquer planets as he saw fit to establish his dominance.
“Don’t let that ship get out of sight. I have come too far to be denied. The omnitrix will be mine, and there is not a being in the galaxy that dares stand in my way!” Vilgax said as he slammed his fisted hand on the armrest of his throne, prompting his minions to get back at work. With a gush of more power, the warlord’s ship accelerated at blinding speeds in high pursuit of the other spaceship.
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Wall Maria; Shiganshina district
Late Year 844
“Eren, wake up. We are almost there.” A man with brown mullet hair said as he held unto the reigns of a horse that was tied to the carriage he was currently on. Inside the carriage, a young boy with the same tone of brown hair lay asleep. This was Eren Yeager, son of Grisha and Carla Yeager. Beside him was a boy with blonde hair who looked at the sleeping Eren with slight exasperation, seriously why did Eren fall asleep when they were almost there. Grisha craned his head from the front to take a look at Eren as well. A sigh escaped his lips, turning to the blonde haired boy beside Eren. “Armin, can you help wake Eren up?”
Armin gave a curt nod as he scooted closer to Eren’s side and began shaking his shoulder. “Eren it’s time to wake up.” The jogging of his shoulder’s only made Eren smack the hands responsible for that. “Five more minutes mum.” He mumbled in his sleep. Armin blinked at the statement and attempted to wake Eren up a second time. All it did was give a second response of Eren turning his body the other side, still sound asleep. Just like Grisha, Armin released a sigh at his futile attempt of waking a sleeping Eren. He knew his friend was a deep sleeper, but never realized the extent of it till now. For all their 4 years of friendship, this was still one of things he would never understand about his friend.
“Is he awake yet?” Grisha asked while keeping his eyes peeled to the road ahead of them. They were passing through a forest within wall Maria, the place Grisha often passes to get to some of his clients. Back in Shiganshina, he is a well known medical doctor as he had cured the town of a deadly disease some years back. This made him respected among many.
The lack of response can only conclude to one thing. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“Unfortunately so Mister Grisha.” Armin said in defeat. A chuckle escaped the older man’s lips, there’s not really much he could do right now. The journey went on until they had reached their destination, coming to a stop near the side of the dirt road. The sudden bump of the carriage had it come to a halt which jostled Eren from his sleep, disorienting him. “Armin, where are you going?” He asked as he saw his blonde friend jump out of the carriage. “To assist your dad.” Armin said. Eren flopped back to the carriage, a groan guggling from his throat. To begin with, why did he even bother coming in the first place? …oh, that’s right; his bookworm of a friend had asked his dad if he could follow as he heard the doctor wanted to get an important sample for medicine. Lately he had been reading a book concerning health, so this garnered his attention. As fate would have it, his dad thought of it as a good opportunity to show Eren and his friend a thing or two about his work. Eren at first had opted to stay home, but hearing his mother ask for assistance in house chores prompted him to go with his dad.
Now he was stuck here. “You go ahead, I’ll catch up later.” Eren said as he went back to sleep. A frown found its way to Armin’s brow, his friend really was stubborn. A thought popped up in Armin’s head making him smirk. Feigning surrender, Armin raised both hands in defeat and began assisting Grisha in packing items off the carriage. “Too bad, Mr. Grisha had told me that he had wanted to tell you a thing or two about the basement. But if you insist-” The news perked Eren’s interest as he sat up abruptly from his sleeping position looking at his friend in bewilderment. “Really?! Dad, is that true?” The boy excitedly asked as he gained his father’s attention.
“Hmmm…Could be.” Grisha said as he flashed Armin a thankful glance. It was no wonder the young lad was Eren’s one and only friend; given his attitude. “That is if you promise to behave.” That didn’t need to be told twice, as Eren hastily got up from the carriage and began offloading his father’s medical tools from there. “Armin what are you waiting for! Help me out here!”
Armin shacked his head. At least he was up.
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Back in space, the battle continues. Vilgax grits his teeth his annoyance, no matter how much attacks he had sent towards Azmuth’s ship; the small vessel only surprises him by evading every last one of them. That was until one successfully made a good hit.
“Their propulsion systems have been destroyed.” A well hidden cruel smirk flashed Vilgax’s face. Good. “Prepare to board. I want the omnitrix now!” Vilgax demands. Just as his bioids were about to be on their way, an alarming voice cut through the air.
“My lord! There’s an incoming attack heading our-”
“What is it?!” Vilgax practically growled, making the subordinate beside him flinch. In near instance, the entire control room was up in flames not before a destructive laser had shot from the escaping ship and hit the sensitive control panels resulting in a resonating explosion. The tyrannical warlord was engulfed in the fiery explosion, cries of pain swallowed by the roaring inferno around his ship. Despite being on fire, Vilgax crawled his way to the barely functional control panel, pushing away the burnt corpse of the personnel there before, as his crimson eyes set themselves on the escaping spaceship.
“YOU IMBECILE!” Vilgax roared as he slammed a button on the panel. In retaliation, his ship destroys the smaller ship with a giant blast. Azumth knew this was bad, but he had come in preparation for this. The Galvan’s fingers flew over the controls, initiating an emergency protocol, releasing a pod that falls away from the ship. “Not today Vilgax, the omnitrix will never fall into your hands.”
Meanwhile the pod holding the Omnitrix hurtled toward its destination, leaving a trail of cosmic light in its wake. Streaking toward a blue and green planet farther in the milky way galaxy—Earth.
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Eren didn’t want to admit it, but escorting his dad on his business trip hadn’t been such a bad idea or as boring as he thought. Aside from learning a bunch of strange terms in science (Which for sure he wouldn’t be bothering to remember anytime soon), his dad had actually kept to his word and told him that there was something he would like to show him when the time was right.
But what does that even mean?
Sea green eyes stared into the sky, watching as the evening clouds change color before setting to a more darker theme. Armin was trailing behind him, helping him carry a bundle of sticks. It seemed he couldn’t escape the plans his mother had for him, because immediately he got home his mother had given him his luggage bag for him to go get some firewood. Eren would have been home a long time ago, but was caught up with trying to “teach” some bullies a lesson. Just a few minutes Armin had left them upon arriving, he was surrounded by those good for nothing teens that begun bullying him. Good thing Eren was making a short cut to get to the forest, because his eyes caught sight of the horrendous sight of his friend being helpless against those three. Eren had tried the best of his abilities to fight them off, but he still ended up with a nasty bruise by his cheek and an aching body.
Anger burned at the young boy as he recalled the previous hour events.
“Gahh!” A pained shout escaped Eren’s lips as one of the hoodlums kneed him in the stomach. Only for more assaults to be rained down on him, until he saw an opportunity to right hook one of them in the nose. Blood escaped the supposed leader’s nose, and he was obviously pissed off.
“Why you little runt!” He growled in anger as he grabbed Eren by the head. Despite being heavily outnumbered, Eren didn’t care, as long as he stood up for what was right, as long as Armin didn’t have to be preyed upon by these goons, it was worth it. “Do your worst.” Eren sneered as he flashed a cocky smile at the leader. Taking that as an invitation, the leader threw a nasty punch to his teeth seemingly knocking out a tooth in the process. Pain clouded Eren’s face as he collapsed to the ground.
“Look at you. Not surprised that the bookworm have friends like you, afterall weaklings attract weaklings.” He said as he crouched down to Eren’s level, looking the furious boy in the eye. “But I’ll give it to ya. You do have some guts. Now then, where were we…” Turning his attention back to Armin who was currently being held by one of the bullies.
“Leave Armin alone you pig! Stop being a coward and fight me like a true man!” Eren yelled as he shakingly stood back up, his fists raised in a local fighting style. Stiffening quiet seconds passed until a fistful burst of laughter passed by the mouths of the three goons.
“Wanna play hero huh? Alright then, have it your way.” The leader signaled for the lackey holding Armin to let him go, then he took striding steps towards Eren while cracking his knuckles. “You want me to fight like a man, then come at me.” With an angry war cry Eren ran at the leader.
The fight didn’t even last a minute, as Eren was bombarded with blow after blow from the bullies all at the same time, leaving him an injured heap on the ground.
“Boss, maybe that was a bit too far today.”
“Nah, the kid needs it. To jog that hot head of his before diving to a fight he can’t win. His dad is a doctor right, he’ll surely have some bandage to wrap up his fallen pride.” Laughs escaped from the three individuals, walking away without sparing a glance at Eren who was attempting to get back up albeit painfully.
“Damn…you. You good for nothing bastards” Eren gritted out as he managed to get up halfway. The leader stopped in his tracks to give Eren a one side over look, a mock pitiful look throwed at the downed boy.
“The weak have no right in say. If you even want to help someone next time, at least have the power to back it up.”
Those were the crushing but sadly truthful words the leader said before leaving Eren and a worried Armin who immediately rushed to his side.
“I’m sorry.” Armin quietly said as the duo wandered through the dense forest near the Shiganshina District. The late afternoon sun had earlier filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the ground. Now it was getting dark. “You didn’t have to do that you know? Coming in to save me.” All Armin got for an answer was Eren gritting his teeth and his hands fisted tightly around the straps of his luggage bag. “I had to. Who else would?”
“He’s wrong Eren, you don’t have to listen to him.”
“No, he was right about one thing though…I am weak. A weak person can’t change anything if they don’t have power. Everything gets taken away from them; even their freedom.” Armin paused his lips at what his friend was saying. “Why are you here?” Eren questioned.
“Because I want to…this is my way of saying thank you.” Armin replied as he held unto his own bundle of firewood sticks. Eren kicked a rock down the dirt path as he thought about how cruel the world is. He hated feeling powerless, he hated being confined. All he wants to explore the world beyond…He wanted to be free. Little did he know, the universe was about to answer that desire in a way he could never have imagined.
As he and Armin wandered deeper into the woods, something strange happened. “E-Eren, Look!” Armin said, gaining Eren’s attention. Above in the sky, a bright green light flashed, like a shooting star, but much closer. The object streaked across the sky making the two boys gaze in wonder. “What is that?” Eren asked. “From my grandfather’s book, I think it’s called a shooting star…” Armin said in marvel, surprised how he is able to see one up close in person. That was until the shooting star suddenly veered course and began falling towards their way. With alarming speed.
“I don’t think a shooting star is supposed to do that.”
“Me neither. Armin Move!” Eren said as he tackled the blonde boy out of the way, the exact moment the “Shooting star” crashed right at their location. It landed into the forest with a loud boom, sending birds scattering into the air. Eren’s heart pounded with excitement and curiosity. "What was that?" he muttered to himself, and without a second thought, he dashed toward the source of the crash. Ignoring all the firewood sticks littered on the floor along with his luggage bag.
“Eren!” Armin tried to call out but his friend was already sprinting towards the very thing that had almost killed them just now. He skidded to a stop in a small clearing. In the center of the clearing was a smoldering crater. Eren cautiously approached, the heat from the crash still warming the air around him. He could near Armin’s approaching footsteps as he too halted in his tracks, looking at what was inside the crater. Inside the crater, half-buried in the dirt, was a strange metal object. Trying to get a better look, Eren crouched down on his knees, his mind racing with thoughts of what it could be. “Eren. I don’t think it is a good idea to lean on the edge.” Armin warned, something about this…thing was giving him a bad feeling.
True to Armin’s words, before Eren could get away from the edge, it gave way resulting in Eren taking a nosedive into the smoking warm crater. “Eren!”
Sitting up to clear the dirt off his head, he gave a thumbs up to Armin saying he was okay. That was when a strange thing happened again as a hissing sound caught the two boys’ attention. The strange metal object gave way, revealing a similarly strange item as well— it was small, round, and glowing with an eerie green light. Eren’s eyes widened. He had never seen anything like it before.
"What... what is that?" he whispered as he bent down to get a better look. His left hand instinctively reached out, wanting to touch it out of curiosity. He didn’t here Armin’s voice shouting at him to get away from the strange object, but it was too late for that. Suddenly, the object beeped, its glowing intensifying. Startled, Eren jumped back, but as he did, the device leaped up, shooting out of the supposed pod case and attaching itself to his wrist with a metallic clamp.
Eren yelped in surprise, instinctively trying to shake the strange object off, but it wouldn’t budge. He tugged at it with his other hand, but it felt like the device had fused with his skin. "What the—get off!" Eren yelled, panic rising in his chest. He frantically pulled at the device, but nothing worked. The Omnitrix beeped again, and Eren looked down at it, confused. The face of the device had a strange symbol—like a green hourglass. It glowed brighter, and the symbol spun before popping up a dial. Eren stared at it, bewildered, his young mind unable to process what was happening. What caught his attention was the image portrayed on the popped up faceplate. Curiosity got the better of him once again, pressing the faceplate down.
Suddenly, the dial flashed, and before Eren could react, his body was engulfed in a bright green light. His form shifted, his skin morphing into something tougher, more solid. His arms elongated, his muscles bulged, and his height shot upward. When the light faded, Eren looked down at his hands—except they weren’t his hands anymore. They were massive covered in thick red rocks and were on fire. His entire body was covered in the same rocks with open linings that seem to be on fire as well brimming with strength, and his body felt unbelievably powerful.
"Wha—what is this?! Ah! I’m on fire!" Eren shouted, his voice deeper and more resonant than before. He stumbled backward, trying to process the sudden transformation. Accidentally he had sent a surge of fire towards the nearby trees, alighting them on fire. He looked at the nearby trees that burnt to the ground, their weight failing on them as they turn to ashes. Eren blinked, staring at the fallen trees. "Did I… do that?"
His mind raced. He wasn’t just afraid, but he was exhilarated. This power—it was incredible! “Eren!” Turning his burning head he saw Armin running up to him, but coming to a halt as he sees the appearance of his friend. They were both silent as they both looked on at each other in silence.
“E-Eren?”
From that day forward, Eren's life would never be the same. The strange device, the Omnitrix, had chosen him, giving him the ability to transform into powerful alien beings. But with that power came mysteries, dangers, and responsibilities Eren could not yet comprehend. And somewhere, far across the galaxy, a tyrant named Vilgax had begun his hunt.
This is the tale of how Eren Jaeger, once just a boy dreaming of freedom, had unknowingly become the key to saving not just his world—but many others beyond the stars.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Close bonds
Summary:
A little history between Eren and Mikasa
Notes:
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(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Wall Maria-Year 845
A little girl wearing a pink overall gown with a red scarf wrapped securely around her neck s she packed bundles of firewood into a carriage bag on strapped behind her back. Her long raven hair swayed in the air, looking at the view from atop the hill she was on. She turned back to walk towards the tree standing tall at the top, where a certain boy was sleeping under. Just as she reached the top, she found out that he wasn’t there, the only evidence being the parchment of grass that had taken the shape of a body.
The girl’s silver eyes locked down at the spot, ignoring the cool breeze and howling whispers of the tree. As sigh came out from her lips. “Eren” She muttered quietly. The sounds of footsteps; or rather foot stumps; gained her attention. A massive red figure stomped through the trees, carrying what could only be described as an obscene amount of firewood in its upper arms. Its lower arms were the only things that weren’t carrying anything so as to balance its footing, and it was heading towards her way. This anomaly of a creature that could even be described as a titan but on the smaller size should have made any person quake in their boots or run away, but not her. All she did was set her stoic gaze on it as it kept approaching her. “Eren. What are doing” She asked unamused.
Eren, now the identified creature, was grinning proudly as he approached Mikasa, his chest puffed out in sheer self-satisfaction. His outfit had changed along with him in this form. Unlike his usual green shirt, brown jacket and black pants, this version made Eren’s cloths a stitched-together version of it—his brown jacket was now wider to accommodate his muscular frame, his black pants were now longer and reinforced, and his shirt? Well… it was now much larger to fit his extra set of arms. Overall, most of the outfit looked like it was slim fitted to fully show his muscular frame, it does kind of make his clothing look cool… And maybe a little ridiculous.
Eren grinned and smugly presented the logs as soon as he reached her. "Mikasa, Look at this! Look how much I got in just a few minutes!" He boldly proclaimed with a deep gruff voice as his lower arms folded around his upper abdomen in pride. Mikasa, however, wasn’t impressed. She simply raised an eyebrow. "You’re messing around with the device when your father told you not to use it recklessly." She said flatly.
Eren’s grin faltered just a little and the blunt jab, but he quickly recovered. He huffed dramatically, turning away with his arms still folded. "You’re no fun." Eren muttered under his breath. He dropped the enormous pile of logs with an earth shaking thud, then stood back with all four hands on his hips, beaming at his amazing accomplishment.
"Besides, why work harder when you can work smarter? Look at this! We’ll have more than enough firewood for days!" Eren grinned as he rolled his upper arms like he had done a hectic amount of work, or was he flexing? Mikasa blinked at the massive stack of wood. Then she sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Your mother’s going to know you didn’t gather all of this normally."
Once again, Eren’s smirk faltered slightly at Mikasa’s remark. "...She won’t if you don’t tell her. Besides, that’s why I borrowed one of dad’s smaller wagons, she’ll think we did this together." And once again, Mikasa gave him a long, deadpan look. "She’s your mother, Eren. She’ll know. And you never borrowed the wagon, you snuck it out without permission." For a moment, there was silence. Then, Eren frowned deeply, looking down at the pile. Until an idea popped into his mind. "Tch… maybe if I scatter them around, she won’t—"
"Eren." Mikasa said with an undertone in her usually comport voice, that was a warning saying: Don’t even think about it. For all his powers, he still fears the quiet wrath of Mikasa Ackerman. It was rear for Mikasa to be angry, so all the more reason to be afraid. Grumbling, Eren’s hands dropped in defeat. "Fine, fine. At least I can still carry this by myself before-" the sequential sound of beeps stopped Eren in his tracks, realization dawning on both him and Mikasa. Suddenly, Eren’s hulking size was engulfed in a bright red light, Mikasa shielding her face to block the excess light. When she looked back, she was met with Eren who was now reverted to his normal form. The one she prefers to be more acquainted to.
And now… he looked very small next to the ridiculous mountain of firewood he had gathered. Mikasa simply stared at it. Then, she turned back to him with a knowing expression. “And how exactly are you going to put those up in the wagon?”
Eren’s face twitched. “Whatever, I can do this with or without Titanfist!” Eren said as he stormed to get the small wagon by the side of hill and begin his efforts to lift the bundles of fire wood…stack by stack. It’s still bewildering to Mikasa, how Eren can act like a normal 10 year old and at the same time be a completely different person.
Year 844-A few months prior.
“Now Eren, I want you to be on your best behavior when we get to there. Do you remember what I told you about their daughter Mikasa? She’s coincidentally your age.” Grisha asked as he and his 9 year old son Eren made their way towards the outskirt side of Shinganshina. The winter season’s freezing temperature gnawed the feet of the two individuals who were currently hiking towards the top of an isolated hill not too far away from Shinganshina inner district.
“Depends on her attitude if she could be my friend or not.” Eren said crudely. “And that’s why you only have one friend.” True, but that’s just how he is. Finally reaching the snowy top, there was a small cottage standing alone, prompting the two to stop in their tracks as they reached the front door. Grisha knocked on the front door, “Mr Ackerman, this is doctor Grisha. Sorry for the late coming, do you mind if we come in?”, there was no response. An uneasy feeling was pitting itself inside Grisha’s stomach but he shacked it off instead knocked on the door a second. That was when he noticed something wrong. The door was infact slightly opened the whole time, but nobody was at the door. Now the uneasiness swelled more, only for it to get worse as Grisha opened the door. “Mr Ackerman? Mrs Ackerman?” The sound of something squelching reached the quiet air, underneath the doctor’s booth was blood, a pool of it amassed, and it was trailing from a body beneath him.
Dread filled Grisha as he pointed his lamp to get a better look of the body, his eyes widening in fear and instant recognition. On the cold floor lay the pale deceased body of Mrs Ackerman, her dead eyes opened from unspoken horror, her head split in half; and not far away was the slumped body of her husband on the side of the wall. Instantly Grisha checked the inside of the cottage, calling out the deceased parents’ daughter in hopes of her being alive. After several minutes of yelling the girl’s name and no sort of response, Grisha stopped his futile attempt. This was likely the work of armed robbers or kidnappers, his assumption on the latter as the girl is not on sight.
Eren however, wasn’t filled with fear or terror, no he felt the opposite. Absolute burning rage, but his face was blank as he stared at the deceased body. He was brought out of his internal conflict as his father shacked him by his shoulders. “-ren? Eren! I want you to listen and listen to me good. Run to the foot of the mountain and don’t leave there until I get back. I’ll get the military police to see if they can track the culprits down. In the meantime, I want you to stay put.” Eren nodded to his father, but his mind was still replaying the images of the corpses. “Whatever you do, don’t use that thing no matter what. Do you hear me?” Grisha said in panic, leaving immediately to get the military police. He was worried about the casual way his son answered him without making any sort of complain or emotion, it was very troubling but he didn’t have time for worrying about that. He had a crime case to report right, he just hopes he won’t be too late by then.
Eren waited till his father’s receding footsteps left the hill, his gaze once again back to the corpses in the house. He didn’t realize that he had made crescent shaped dent marks on his palm till it drew blood as both hands were fisted. All he was seeing was red. Not only had some set of low lives killed an innocent family, but they had the galls to kidnap their daughter.
Unacceptable.
Eren’s heart pounded against his ribs as he ran through the frozen forest, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. He wasn’t thinking—he couldn’t.
All he could see was Grisha’s frantic face as he stormed out the door.
All he could remember was an innocent girl; Mikasa; being taken.
Her parents were gone.
Her parents were killed.
In other words; Stolen.
And the world had no right to take her parents from her.
Now she was going to experience the same fate if no action is taken.
His small hands clenched into fists, nails digging further into his palms as he sprinted deeper into the woods. He didn’t care about the cold, the burning in his legs, or the growing ache in his lungs.
All he knew was that he had to find her.
And kill whoever took her. But how?
Then, a flickering green glow caught his eye.
The strange device that had latched onto his wrist a few days ago—was humming, pulsing with a rhythmic energy as if it could sense his emotions.
A single thought crept into Eren’s mind.
What if it could help?
He stopped, panting heavily, and raised his trembling wrist. His fingers hovered over the dial as he flipped through the alien silhouettes, their strange, distorted figures glowing in the darkness. Then, one of them stood out.
Perfect for the job.
Eren’s other hand slammed the dial down.
A green explosion of light engulfed the snowy landscape, and the boy’s small body began to twist, stretch, and warp into something inhuman.
His bones snapped and reshaped, muscle tearing and reforming at unnatural angles. His fingers curled inward, morphing into razor-sharp claws, his feet stretching into powerful, bestial paws. Thick orange fur erupted from his skin, covering his body like armor, as his face elongated into a monstrous, fanged snout. The world shifted.
This creature was shaped like a dog.
It had no eyes.
It definitely doesn’t look like it has the voice to speak.
But it could smell.
His eyes were gone. Yet, he could see everything.
A million scents flooded his mind, layering on top of each other—trees, frozen blood, the stale breath of something unwashed, the metallic tang of knives.
And beneath it all…
A young girl’s scent.
She was close.
And she was afraid.
He could also pick up three foreign scents around the girl’s location, and one had the metallic smell of blood on them. No doubt about it, those are the perpetuators, the evils disguised as humans.
A low, guttural snarl rumbled from Eren’s throat.
Then, he ran.
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“It’s cold.”
Unmoving grey eyes set straight at the locked door. Her small frail hands and feet tied beneath her back as she lay on the cold unforgiving floor. She doesn’t know how it has gotten to this; all she could remember was her mother telling her to run before she too met the same fate as her dad. The kidnappers had dealt a fatal blow to her mother’s head with an axe, blood flared everywhere as her mother slumped to the ground unmoving. She had tried fighting them off with a scissors, but in the end it all proved useless as the was put down just as easily. All she could do was tremble in fear as the kidnappers came to her and knocker her out. Small bloody bruise had formed on her cheek, but she didn’t care.
Her parents were gone, and now she was next.
The cabin smelled of rotting wood against the pristine white snow. The kidnappers had made themselves comfortable, two siting down while the other went to the back to get something to drink. She could hear what they were saying, but she had long since resigned to her fate.
"Stupid brat's more trouble than she's worth," one of the men scoffed. "Rich bastards will pay, though." A displeased grunt followed, clearly not happy. “Idiot, the mother would have fetch us more money but you just had to kill her out of panic. You better hope this hideout can hide our cover before the damn MPs do.
“Garold, you worry like a growing infant. It’s not like anybody is out there hunting us down. Besides the girl must also have the rare blood too. She’ll fetch better money than her dead parent ever will.” A small tear slipped down Mikasa’s cheek even if her face looked blank. So she was going to be sold. Guess this is the end of the road for her.
A sickening laugh followed. "The kid's pretty, ain't she? Maybe we should teach her some obedience first. break her in before—"
Suddenly, the door burst open.
The first man closer to the door; Garold; barely had time to register the shape lunging at him before claws ripped across his throat. He gurgled, falling back, hands clutching at his torn-open neck as blood sprayed the walls.
The other scrambled, eyes wide. "WHAT THE FU—"
A deep, guttural growl filled the room. The other kidnapper turned and scrabbled to his feet, and got a full view at what he was looking at. Standing in the doorway was not a human.
It was a monster.
A towering beast of muscle and fur, standing on all fours, its head low to the ground. It had no eyes, but its face was twisted into something far worse—rows of jagged, gleaming fangs, glistening with the blood of his fallen comrade.
It exhaled sharply, steam rising from its mouth.
The man stumbled back, his entire body trembling. "Wh-what the hell—?!" The beast didn’t give him the pleasure to complete his sentence, as it moved, locking on him for its new target. He tried reaching for the gun sitting against the table near him, but he was too slow.
Teeth sank into his leg. The man screamed in pain, falling to the ground as the creature dragged him back, twisting violently. A sickening crack echoed as his knee snapped the wrong way. The last kidnapper; most likely the leader; came out from the back of the cabin hearing the ruckus. “Oi Garold, Claven what’s with the fucking nois-!” The words died in his mouth as he saw the what exactly was going on. There, on the floor, was the deceased body of Garold his mouth and eyes opened wide in horror as excessive blood flowed from his cut opened throat. Next was Claven; who had his left leg twisted to an unrecognizable pose; then there was the anomaly: It looked like a big dog, but it had no eyes, and looked like the devil’s reincarnate. Jagged canines protruding from its black lips, claws too sharp for a regular dog and unequal shape for the front and hind legs. It might not have a face, but the boss certainly knows this thing has its ‘eyes’ on him.
Claven had his hand outstretched to him. “B-boss. H-help me” That was all he could say before this beast-no; this demon caved in his already mangled leg further under its mighty paws then ripped it off. A shrill cry escaped Claven before he slumped to the ground. Satisfied it strode its way to him, like he wasn’t a threat, like a seasoned predator stalking its prey.
Out of instinct, the boss grabbed his knife, his rugged face pale. "STA-STAY BACK!" He trembled out. Hoping it would scare the demon. The beast growled. But this time… it sounded like a laugh. A distorted, deep laugh as it if it was making fun of the man’s feeble attempt of intimidating it. It even has its thickened black lips curled upwards, like a sickening smile.
Then, it pounced. Teeth tore through flesh and bone. Screams turned into gurgles. Blood stained the wooden floor. The leader twitched beneath him, body jerking in a violent spasm before going still.
But the beast didn’t stop.
It kept tearing.
It kept ripping.
It kept killing.
Because it wasn’t satisfied.
Because they deserved it.
Because it felt good.
Mikasa had been silent the entire time, frozen in the corner. She had watched everything—the blood, the bodies, the horror. And now…That thing was turning toward her. She barely registered what she was seeing. A hulking beast, its mouth lined with rows of jagged fangs. Its powerful limbs were still stained with blood, steam curling from its mouth in the cold air.
Mikasa’s breath hitched as the monster stepped forward. She flinched violently, pressing herself harder against the floor despite the biting cold. But instead of lunging— It hesitated.
Then, slowly… it crouched. The beast sniffed the air, its head lowering toward her. Mikasa's breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling unevenly as the creature reached for her. Its claws came close, making her recoil as a sharp, broken gasp left her lips. The beast froze.
Mikasa’s heart was hammering so hard she thought it would burst. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to run, to fight, to get away. Then a strange beeping noise filled the air until a flash of red illuminated the room partially. Kneeling in front of her, was not a beast…
…It was a boy.
A boy about her age, panting heavily, his face was blank. And his hands were covered in blood. His eyes looked at her, and for the first time. He spoke “…I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Mikasa didn’t move. Eren’s gaze dropped to her bound arms. “…Let me help.” He reached forward again, much more carefully this time. But Mikasa flinched again. Eren’s hands froze mid-air. His heart clenched her reaction. She was scared of him.
Of what he was, of what she had seen him do. A lump formed in his throat. “I didn’t mean to—” His voice caught. His hands shook. “I just—never mind.” He swallowed hard as she sighed, off course she would be scared of him. Gently; so, so gently; he reached for the ropes binding her arms and this time, she didn’t pull away.
“You must be Mikasa. I’m Eren Yeager, son of Grisha Yeager. You probably know my dad since he visits you a lot.” Eren had purposely omitted the word family, knowing it could rupture her current condition further. With a few quick tugs, the bindings loosened, falling limply to the floor. Mikasa rubbed her sore wrists, eyes still locked on him. Mikasa stared in shock. Her mind couldn’t comprehend it. How could this monster be a child?
Eren avoided her gaze. His hands, still stained red, trembled slightly from adrenaline. He shook his head, those animals deserved everything that was coming for them.
“Let’s get out of here before-” Just as Eren was about to complete his statement he saw Mikasa pointing at something behind him; the sound of clicking metal pierced the air. Eren turned just in time to duck both him and Mikasa down as a bang rung out with a bullet flying through the air, barely grazing Eren’s head. Picking himself and Mikasa back up he got to see who was responsible for the shot. Claven, one of the kidnappers, by some miracle was still alive. His face contorted to pure hatred and anger as he grinds his teeth, and a smoking gun held tightly in hand. He has managed to drag himself into a half standing position, using a chair as assistance. “You. I’m going to fucking kill you!!!”
Wasting no time to understand their situation, Eren grabbed hold of Mikasa’s hand and headed for the nearest door. “Run!” Claven however isn’t going to give them that chance as he shot a well precise aim at Eren’s leg, resulting in the boy falling and letting Mikasa go. Eren hadn’t realized that he had been shot, as he attempted getting back up until he felt a jarring numb pain around his ankle. His eyes widening at what this implies for him, his predicament only worsening as he hears dragged out footsteps and scraping heading his way. “I’m going to end your worthless life!” That was all Claven said as he pulled the trigger, but nothing came out. Ammo ran out most likely. This made the kidnapper click his tongue in frustration and discard the gun, instead walking closer to Eren’s position. Eren’s gaze settled on Mikasa who was currently wobbling back on her feet. “Mikasa! Get out of-”
Claven picked up the downed Eren by the neck, raised him up in the air and slammed him to the wall, then began choking him. He didn’t bloody care if he was missing a leg, he didn’t fucking care if he was losing excess blood. All he cares about is killing this brat in his grasp. “You…You are that demon, aren’t you?!!” Claven roared in fury, adding immense pressure on the boy’s neck. Eren was lacking oxygen, and fast. The corners of his eyes brimming red as he tried to pry the full grown man hands off his neck, but to no avail. That was when he saw something that caught the peripheral of his vision; a discarded knife. And there was only one person who was the closest to the object.
Mikasa was shaking where she stood, her thoughts spiraling at a dizzy rate at what had occurred today. She just lost her parents, got abducted, watched as a beast came in and killed two of the kidnappers in cold blood, only for the beast to be someone of her age, and now…her rescuer is about to be killed right in front of her. This-this was just too much for her to take. “T-Take it!” Eren’s constricted voice tore through Mikasa’s mind. “The knife! Take it!” Mikasa spun her head and saw what he was referring to; there a few feet away from her; was a discarded knife beside the lump of flesh that was once the boss. Not knowing what to exactly do, Mikasa just picked up the knife, her hands shaky as she held unto the knife weakly.
“What are you waiting for? Kill him!” Eren cried out as his esophagus was squeezed tighter; drool escaping his lips from the lack of air he badly needed. Mikasa’s eyes widened in terror. Kill him? “I-I don’t know how!” She screamed her grip on the knife weakening by the second. “You have to fight! Fight for your rights Mikasa! You won’t kill him but think about what these people had done to you! Don’t let this opportunity go to waste! Only those who fight in this cruel world get to survive, SO FIGHT!!!
Those words had triggered something in Mikasa, and in that moment, she just knew what to do. With new found resolve she gripped unto the knife’s handle so had it had nearly broken in two, her feet dug into the wooden floorboard and cracked it as well. And then she ran at full speed towards Claven with the knife drawn back, the man barely having time to turn his neck back before Mikasa had impaled him from the back straight into his heart, Claven died instantly.
Present day
It still scared Mikasa how Eren coldly took out his actions that day, but she was glad he did so. He had done it to save her. Her hands instinctively held unto the scarf around her neck, reminiscing how Eren had gently wrapped it around her. It was sort of a bittersweet day for her, although she had lost her family, she had found a new one as Eren’s dad said she could be living with them. Now it’s been over a year and things have been going about peacefully.
“Hah! Told you I can do this ALL on My own!” Eren punctuated as he stood proudly beside the outrageous heap that was loaded on the small wagon. Mikasa just watched him with a blank stare, a small well hidden amusement etched on her face. "So. How exactly are you going to explain this to your mother?"
“Oh, that’s simple. I-….I….” Eren proudly raised his finger to give his point, only for him to pause in his thoughts. “You have no excuse to come up with don’t you?” Mikasa casually told Eren.
And for once in his life, he had nothing to say.
Notes:
Another chapter done! So what do you think? Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Eren isn’t Ben, so don’t be surprised he used the omnitrix to kill those kidnappers…Nobody is surprised? Good! Because I’m not gonna bring myself to explain why he shouldn’t have done that when in the anime we all know how Eren is like. Anyways, If you’re loving this, be sure to like, favorite and follow for more. Till next time
Chapter 3: Chapter 3: A little payback
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Eren dragged the wagon along the dirt road of Shiganshina, drawing people’s attention to the bundle of firewood seated in the small wagon, the wheels wobbling slightly due to excess load. Mikasa, however was quite content with watching as Eren struggled while she carried her more SMALLER carriage bag.
“Oi Mikasa. A little-ow-help!” Eren grunted as he stumbled with lifting the wagon. This was when Mikasa eyes locked unto the mass bundle of wood Eren had decided to bring along with him. She wants to help…but it was honestly more fun to see Eren struggle a little more, maybe after a minute or two she would help him. They had reached the gate entrance of wall Maria; the one and only entrance to their hometown Shinganshina. “Mikasa-”, “I thought you said that you could deal with this on your own. You didn’t seem to think that through.” A tic mark appeared on Eren’s temple. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean-”
“Hey, hey, hey. Mikasa scolding you again Eren?” A garrison soldier said standing in the gateway entrance Eren and Mikasa were about to pass through. This was Hannes, a known friend of Eren’s parents. Eren’s nose wrinkled at the strong scent of alcohol reeking from the adult. “Tch, how can you be drunk by this time of the day?” Hannes just shrugged at the question jabbed at him. “We garrison soldiers have been busy keeping watch of the wall, it’s only fair that we take a break.”
“If you think it’s okay to be slacking off on job, then you should call yourself the wall construction workers instead!” Eren gritted out in anger. “Hmm. Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea.” Hannes replied. Nearby, another garrison soldier clearly drunk came beside Hannes. “Oh, it’s the doctor’s son. Relax kiddo, the wall’s been around for over a hundred years now. There’s nothing that can destroy it, besides even if the titans come by, we’ll beat their sorry ass.”
“How can you not take this seriously! You think the walls will always be there forever. You don’t know if the titans would one day breach through the walls. Would you be prepared for that?” That question made everyone quiet, Mikasa looked worriedly at Eren. “Eren…”
“Tsk” In anger, Eren grabbed the wagon he had been pulling and matched forward, Mikasa following while leaving Hannes and the other Garrison soldiers surprised. “Wow, the kid’s got issues. Always talking about the walls not being safe or titans, jeez.” One of them muttered. Hannes however, kept looking back at the direction Eren and Mikasa had gone. “Eren…don’t tell me, you plan on joining the survey corps.” The garrison said to himself.
“Eren. Forget about joining the survey corps.” Mikasa said, making Eren look back at her with shock. “And why should I forget about my life long dream?!”
“Because-” The sonorous sound of the bells within rung around Shinganshina. It was afternoon, and that only meant one thing for Eren. His annoyance immediately fading away to excitement, dropping the wagon he had been carrying this whole time as he held unto Mikasa’s hand running to the town square. “Come on Mikasa, the survey corps are returning. Let’s go see them!” Weaving their way towards the crowd already by the side of the road, Eren and Mikasa pitched themselves on top of a set of crates for better view. Sets of horse galloping reached the road, but Eren wasn’t expecting the sight that was about to greet him. Several survey corps members are seen with dejected looks, many more traumatized than defeated. On the back of wagons were several injured soldiers either missing a limb or an eye. It wasn’t a good sight for anyone to see, especially for the civilians that were watching by the road sides.
“They lost again, didn’t they?”
“Weren’t there a lot that went out this morning.”
“This is what happens when you leave outside the walls.”
“So titans really can’t be defeated.”
Many negative comments went about the people left and right, as if they knew this was going to happen. A woman from the crowd stepped out to stand in front of the incoming survey corps members, shouting out the name of her son.
“Moses! Moses! Has anyone seen my son?” She asked frantically, searching among any of the soldiers if she could see her son. “Excuse me, I don’t seem to see my son here. Where is he?” She asked one of them that seem to be the commander, her voice elated with worry. “It’s Moses’ mother, bring it over.” Dread fell over the entire crowd including the mother as a soldier handed a clothed item to the mother, it was a rotting arm that was revealed inside the cloth. Tears immediately fell from the mother’s eyes as she clutched on tightly to what was left of her son.
“My son did contribute to humanity to the very end right? Please tell me my son’s death was meaningful” The mother begged as she looked desperately at the commander. Everybody waited with bated breath for what the commander was going to say.
“O-of course he-…Wait..No” His uncertainty turning to abject sorrow, the next words that escaped the commander’s lips was what many weren’t expecting. “His sacrifice…WAS FOR NOTHING! ALL WE HAVE EVER ACCOMPLISHED IS NOTHING BUT FAILURES! YOUR SON’S DEATH WAS ALL FOR NOTHING! I’M JUST A USELESS COMMANDER THAT ONLY LEADS HIS SURBORDINATES TO THEIR DEATH!!!” Tears filled his eyes as he yelled out those words, horror and shock seen in many people’s expressions. The soldiers continued walking down the road in shame till they disappeared from sight. Eren’s hands balled to a fist in anger and frustration, that guy was meant to be the leader of the survey corps; the wings of freedom; who have always stood tall in the face of the impossible- so why was he acting like this. He gritted his teeth in frustration, Mikasa noticing Eren’s sour mood. “Eren, we should go”
The brunette exhaled through his nose calming his nerves, this wasn’t the time to get upset over matters that are out of one’s control. “Yeah” Eren said as he stepped down from the crate he was standing on. “Shouldn’t have expected any less from the survey corps.” A bystander said, gathering the attention of a few and Eren as well, making him stop in his tracks. It was a man in front of him, his hands folded in smugness and a resolute expression all over his face that screams ‘told you so’. “All they do is eat up our taxes for their so called ‘expeditions’ and get eating by titans. They’re just filling up the titans’ bellies at this point.” Some nodded in agreement while a few chuckled. However Eren was having none of that, who the hell was this bastard condemning the work of the scouts. “The nerves of this bastard…” Eren gritted out. Mikasa took one glance at Eren’s demeanor, knowing where this is going, “Eren. We should go, just ignore him.” She said as she grabbed unto the sleeve of Eren’s jacket.
“Oh I will. Just give me a second.” Eren released himself from Mikasa’s grip and weaved his way away from the crowd. “Eren!” Mikasa called out as she chased after Eren in the crowd. Turning a corner, she saw Eren come to a stop in a quiet and isolated alley, his hand pulling up his sleeve to reveal the device that had been stuck to his wrist since he was 9. Mikasa immediately knew what he was up to. “Eren. Wait-” Scrolling through the device’s faceplate upon seeing what he wants, Eren slammed the watch down immediately followed by a green light that engulfs him. Eren's form twisted in the green glow as his body stretched unnaturally, his skin turning an eerie ashen gray. His flesh peeled back like unraveling cloth, revealing the dark void beneath, his single glowing purple eye gleaming with malice. The transformation complete. Standing in his place was not Eren but an ashen grey ghost like being.
Mikasa tensed, her breath hitching as she took an instinctive step back. She watched as Eren; or Phantom as he had called it; floated in the alleyway. His long, spectral body billowed unnaturally despite the absence of wind. Wisps of darkness coiled around him, giving him an almost ghostly aura. Among all the creatures Eren had turned into, this one always gave her the creeps. Something about it just felt…wrong, even Armin had shared his personal discomfort around this form whenever Eren used it. Mikasa clenched her fists, already knowing she wouldn’t be able to stop him, but still, she tried.
“Eren, this isn’t necessary.” Her voice was calm but firm as she warned, hoping to talk him down before he did something reckless. “It's not worth it. You can’t just—”
But Phantom merely flicked his elongated fingers, shadows curling at their tips as he let out a soft, chilling chuckle. "He mocked the Survey Corps," Phantom's voice slithered, layered with a ghostly distortion. "I'm just making sure he understands the weight of his words." Before Mikasa could protest further, Phantom phased through the alley wall, vanishing into the crowd unnoticed. Mikasa exhaled sharply. “Damn it.”
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The man who had insulted the Survey Corps was still standing in the same spot, arms crossed as he continued his conversation with a few other bystanders. He was enjoying the attention, smirking as he spewed more insults. “I mean, really, what do they even accomplish? Besides, it’s not like the Titans are ever gonna get through the walls. The Survey Corps are just suicidal fools playing hero!”
A sudden chill ran down his spine.
The man stiffened, his breath hitching as the air around him grew unnaturally cold. The bustling sounds of Shiganshina seemed to muffle, as if the world had suddenly been blanketed in an eerie silence. The sun above still shone, yet the air felt...wrong. Then, he felt it. Something slithered past his shoulder. Cold. Forbidding. Almost as if...something unseen had brushed against him. He turned his head, but there was nothing behind him; just shadows.
Then, he heard it.
A whisper.
“I wonder… would you still be so smug if you knew what was beyond the walls?”
The man flinched, eyes darting around. “Who said that?”
No one answered.
His hands began to tremble. He tried to brush it off, chuckling nervously. “Hah, damn wind’s playing tricks on me—”
“Or maybe…” The voice slithered into his ear again, closer this time, as though someone were right behind him. “I’m already inside your head.”
The man gasped, a sudden weight pressing against his skull. His vision blurred, and for a brief moment, his body didn’t feel like his own. His arms moved without his command; his legs trembled as if they would give out at any second.
Panic surged through him as his body suddenly jerked forward, making him stumble toward the crowd. He tried to stop, but it was like his limbs had been hijacked. “What the hell?!”
His voice came out, but it didn’t feel like his own. It was layered, distorted—wrong.
His companions were still chuckling until the man's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widening in sheer horror. His limbs jerked on their own, an unnatural twitch as his mouth hung open. The people around him began to take notice. A few stepped back, confused by his erratic movements and wild eyes. The man, no longer in control, suddenly flailed; knocking over a stack of crates.
"Oi, what the hell are you doing?!" one of the bystanders shouted.
Again, his arms flailed as he suddenly climbed onto a nearby cart by the side of the road, standing above the crowd like a mad prophet. His body convulsed before settling, his previously smug expression melting into pure panic.
Phantom had possessed him. Inside the man’s mind, Eren grinned darkly. Time to give this bastard a lesson.
“Hear me, people of Shiganshina!” The possessed man crackled as his voice boomed, the frequency taking on a strange, hollow quality. But it wasn’t him speaking—something else was speaking through him. "The Survey Corps are brave! The true protectors of humanity!" he suddenly bellowed, drawing startled looks from the surrounding crowd.
"I was wrong! Oh, how foolish I was!" he continued, staggering forward, his eyes wide with terror. "They fight for us while cowards like me sit safely behind the walls, drinking and laughing at their pain!"
Gasps and murmurs erupted from the bystanders.
"Wasn’t he...mocking the Survey Corps just now?"
"Or has he lost his mind?"
The man struggled against the invisible force controlling him, sweat dripping down his face. “No! This isn’t me! Stop it!”
It didn't stop there. Phantom made the man yank off his own belt and toss it aside, making his trouser fall off revealing brown boxer shorts, before grabbing a bottle from a merchant’s stall, drenching himself in ale.
“The walls will fall! The Titans are coming! And you all… will die screaming!” Gasps erupted from the bystanders. A few children clung to their parents in fear. A guard looked ready to intervene. "The titans will eat us all! We must prepare! The walls will fall!" The man wailed dramatically before throwing himself to the ground, rolling in the dirt, arms flailing as though battling an invisible force.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Mikasa, having caught up, stood at the edge of the street, watching the scene with a blank expression as Eren continued his antics. She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling sharply.
"He's enjoying this way too much," she muttered.
And then, just as suddenly as it started, the weight lifted. Satisfied with his work, Phantom slowly phased out of the man's body. The presence inside his head vanished, leaving him staggering. He collapsed off the cart, hitting the ground with a thud. He gasped for breath; drenched in ale and sweat, his face frozen in pure horror. His limbs shaking as if he had just escaped a nightmare He sat up with a jolt, looking around frantically.
“W-what just happened?!" he stammered, his face pale from severe shock. He had no memory of what just happened. Only the lingering, gut-wrenching terror that something had controlled him. But the damage was done. While many laughed, some of the crowds were murmuring, whispering about what had just happened. Some were terrified, others confused, but all of them looked at him as if he were insane.
“Maybe next time,” the ghostly voice whispered one last time, directly in his ear, “you’ll think twice before insulting the wings of freedom.” A cold shudder wracked his body as he scrambled to his feet and bolted, pushing past people in a desperate attempt to flee even as his trouser was still loose.
One of the by standers doubled over, wheezing with laughter. "He—he just started acting insane! Spouting nonsense about the Survey Corps and—oh walls, that was hilarious!" From a nearby rooftop, Phantom watched with satisfaction before leaving. Hidden in the shadows of an alleyway, his body was engulfed in green light. The glow faded, leaving Eren standing there, arms crossed, a smirk playing at his lips.
Mikasa emerged from behind him, arms folded. “That was reckless.” Eren shrugged. “Maybe. But he won’t be talking trash about the Survey Corps anytime soon.” Mikasa sighed, shaking her head. There was no point in arguing. Instead, she grabbed Eren’s arm and pulled him along. “Let’s just get the wagon you left behind and go home.”
As they walked farther away, they stumbled upon the previously possessed man who continued to tremble as he sat near a doorway, muttering about a shadow that had slithered into his bones. Eren couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
That'll teach him to mock the Survey Corps.
Just as Mikasa and Eren reached where the wagon had been placed, she yanked his collar and threw him to said wagon, making the bundle of wood topple down. Eren looked in horror as his hard work has been completely dismantled, his gaze setting on Mikasa in anger. “Mikasa! Don’t you know how long it is going to take for me to rearrange that-!”
Mikasa shook her head. “Reckless, as always.”
Eren scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Are we still on about this.”
“That’s not the point,” Mikasa countered. “Even with that device… you act without thinking.” Eren clenched his jaw but said nothing. They both stayed in silence for a while. Then, Mikasa’s tone softened, her next words quiet yet firm. “Do you still want to join the Survey Corps after seeing that?” Eren’s breath hitched. He looked away, his earlier anger dimming into something more uncertain. Mikasa pressed on. “Even with your new power, it doesn’t change reality. You saw how the scouts returned. That’s why you have to think before you act.” Eren exhaled sharply, trying to push past the lump in his throat. He wanted to argue. To insist he wasn’t afraid. But…
The image of the grieving mother. The shattered look on the commander’s face. The broken, bloodied soldiers returning home. Eren doesn’t have an answer to that. Mikasa’s eyes softened, seeing the conflict in him. “And… what did you mean earlier? About people dying?”
Eren blinked, confused. “What?”
“You said the walls might not last forever and they will all die screaming. Do you remember?” He frowned, trying to recall his own words. But all he found was… nothing. Just a strange, empty void where that memory should be. A ghost of a whisper flickered through his mind. A presence. His skin crawled.
“…I don’t know,” he admitted, more to himself than her. Mikasa studied him, her brows furrowing. “…Let’s go home, Eren.”
He hesitated, then nodded. Without another word, the two began packing up the fallen woods and stacked them to the wagon before they began walking back toward their house. Yet, as they left, a shadow lingered behind. Watching. Silent. And deep within the Omnitrix, something stirred.
Waiting for the right moment.
Alien countdown: Heatblast (???), Wildmutt (???), Fourarms (Titanfist), Ghostfreak (Phantom).
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Chapter 4: Chapter 4: On that day
Summary:
A certain titan decided to say hello to wall Maria...If you know, you know.
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Chapter Text
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“We’re home.” Eren shouted as he pushed open the door to their home. There inside, was Carla Yeager and Grisha Yeager, his parents. Carla was by the kitchen side preparing breakfast while Grisha sat at the table, engrossed with paperwork. “Welcome back” Carla greeted as soon as the two kids stepped inside. She was a woman of long raven hair and gentle almond eyes, her beauty complemented by the warmth she radiated. Her warmly smile fixed on Eren and Mikasa; but as she looked at them, something felt…off.
“Eren, where’s your carriage bag?” Carla asked, her voice carrying a hint of suspicion. Mikasa, without hesitation, dropped her own bag into a container crate, revealing bundles of wood inside. Meanwhile, Eren began stuttering with his words. “Err, about that… well—”
“Eren took Uncle Grisha’s small wagon to gather a lot of wood.” Mikasa cut him off with her usual bluntness, surprising Carla and Grisha while Eren gave her a side glare. Silence filled the room for a second. Grisha glanced up from his paperwork, eyebrows raised, while Carla’s expression shifted slightly.
“And where exactly is the small wagon?” she asked, arms crossed. Mikasa pointed outside. True to her words, the wagon was parked near the house, overloaded with an absurd amount of wood. Too much wood for any normal child to gather alone. Carla’s suspicion deepened, immediately knowing something was off. “Eren, how exactly did you gather this amount?” she asked, her voice gentle and sweet, but Eren knows better as it was laced with that knowing tone only mothers have when they sense mischief. He felt his stomach drop as he tries to come up with a lie. “W-Well, you see, Mikasa—”
“He used the device to do the work when you told him not to.” Again, Mikasa snitched on him. “Mikasa!” Eren snapped his head toward her, his voice a mix of frustration and betrayal. Carla’s expression darkened slightly, but her smile remained eerily sweet. Grisha, however, put down his papers completely now, rubbing his temples as if he already knew where this was heading.
“Oh?” Carla placed a hand on her hip, her eyes locked onto Eren. “So you’re saying my son, who whines about carrying a single sack of potatoes, managed to collectthismuch firewood all on his own? Without any help?” Eren gulped. “U-Uh… well, technically I—”
“You transformed, didn’t you?” Carla cut in; her voice still calm; but holding the weight of a mother who was absolutely not in the mood for nonsense. “I—I mean, not exactly, I just—”
“He used the creature that had four arms.” Mikasa added, deadpan. Eren clenched his teeth. “Mikasa, stop helping!” Carla sighed, placing a hand over her forehead while shaking her head. “Eren. We talked about this.” Grisha leaned back in his chair, his usual tired expression deepening. “What if someone had seen you?”
“They didn’t!” Eren protested. “I made sure no one was around. I was quick, I swear! I—I just thought we needed more wood, and it would take too long by myself, so I—”
“So you disobeyed us?” Carla finished for him, her voice turning sharper. Eren flinched, looking away. “I just… wanted to help.” Mikasa, still standing beside him, simply tilted her head slightly. “By disobeying your parents.” Eren shot her a glare, whispering, “You’re supposed to have my back.”
“I am,” Mikasa said simply. “By making sure you don’t do anything stupid.”
“That’s not-!”
“Do you want me to tell them what you did recently?” Mikasa countered as she whispered to Eren, to which he kept shut. Of course he wouldn’t want that to be told. Carla sighed again before finally stepping forward, placing a firm but gentle hand on Eren’s shoulder. “Listen, sweetheart. I know you mean well. I know you want to help. But using that device recklessly, especially when you know the rules, isn’t okay.”
“But—”
“No buts.” Carla’s voice hardened. “You’re grounded.” Eren groaned loudly, slumping. “Come on—”
“No arguments, young man.” Carla turned to Mikasa, giving her a small nod. “Thank you for being honest, Mikasa.” Eren grumbled under his breath while Mikasa simply gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Grisha finally spoke again, his voice calm but firm. “We’re going to have a serious talk about responsibility later, Eren. For now, go wash up for breakfast.” Eren dragged his feet toward the wash basin, grumbling. “Snitches get stitches…” Mikasa, completely unaffected, calmly sat down at the table. “Not when one can’t properly defend themselves.” Carla covered her mouth to stifle a chuckle, while Grisha simply shook his head in amusement. Eren, glaring at both of them, knew that today was going to be long.
The Yeager residence have finally settled down for breakfast, enjoying the peaceful quiet of the atmosphere. Eren sat at the dining table, still sulking from the scolding he had received. The smell of freshly baked bread and hot stew filled the air, but his appetite was slightly overshadowed by the sting of betrayal. He shot occasional glares at Mikasa, who remained as composed as ever, casually eating her food without a single hint of regret. Carla placed a bowl in front of Eren before sitting down herself. She exhaled softly, as if still trying to process her son’s latest reckless stunt.
“Well,” she started, breaking the silence, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve always been impulsive.” Eren didn’t respond, instead shoveling food into his mouth. His mind was still swirling with frustration—first Mikasa snitched on him for using the wrist device, and now his mother was piling on more disappointment. Grisha, after taking a sip of his tea, finally spoke. “Eren.”
Eren glanced up.
“Your heart is in the right place, but you need to understand that power alone doesn’t justify recklessness,” Grisha said, his tone measured. “Even if you can transform into something stronger, it doesn’t mean you should rely on it for everything.” Eren gritted his teeth, gripping his spoon tightly. “But what’s the point of having this power if I can’t use it?” Carla’s expression darkened slightly. “The point, Eren, is to use it responsibly. Not for gathering wood because you’re too impatient.”
“I wasn’t being impatient, I was being efficient,” Eren muttered. Mikasa, without missing a beat, said, “You were being reckless.” Eren slammed his spoon down with a loud clank, his temper bubbling over. “Why do you always side against me?!”
“I’m not against you,” Mikasa replied calmly, taking another bite of food. “I’m stopping you from doing something stupid.” Eren grumbled under his breath. “You’re still a snitch.” Mikasa didn’t react. Instead, she finished chewing, swallowed, then looked up at Carla. “Eren also wants to join the Survey Corps.”
The room fell into complete silence. Eren’s eyes widened. His jaw clenched as he turned to Mikasa, completely caught off guard. Carla, who had been taking a sip of water, nearly choked. “What?” Grisha put his spoon down, his expression unreadable. Eren’s heart pounded. He shot up from his chair, slamming his hands on the table. “Mikasa!” Said person blinked at him, her face as neutral as ever. “You do.”
“That’s not the point! That was meant to be a secret! Why would you say that now?!” (Translation: Why do you hate me this much?!) Carla, still looking stunned, finally found her voice. “Eren… is this true?” Eren hesitated. His hands clenched into fists. He could lie; he should lie. But something in him refused to back down. His mother deserved the truth, even if he knew she wouldn’t like it. “…Yes.”
Carla’s expression immediately darkened. “No. Absolutely not.”
“M-Mom, just listen to me—”
“There’s nothing to discuss, Eren.” Carla’s voice was firm, laced with a rising panic. “You’re not joining the Survey Corps. End of discussion.” Eren grit his teeth. “Why?! I can fight! I want to fight! I won’t sit around doing nothing while people—”
“Eren.”
The single utterance of his name held a weight that made him flinch. Carla’s voice trembled, but her eyes burned with raw emotion. “Do you know what happens to the people who join the Survey Corps?”
“I know it’s dangerous, but—”
“They die,” Carla cut him off, her voice cracking slightly. “They go out there beyond the walls and never come back. You think I’ll just sit by and watch my son throw his life away?” Eren felt a lump form in his throat, but he swallowed it down. His mother didn’t understand. She never understood. “I don’t care about danger,” he shot back. “I’d rather die fighting than live like cattle inside these walls!”
A heavy silence followed.
Carla stared at him, hurt flashing across her face. “Eren…” Grisha finally spoke, his tone low but serious. “Eren, do you understand what you’re saying?”
“I do,” Eren insisted, his voice filled with conviction. “More than anyone. I’ve seen what’s out there, I know what’s coming—”
“No, you don’t.” Carla stood up, slamming her hands on the table, her composure finally breaking. “You’re a child, Eren! You don’t understand! You’ve never seen the horrors beyond the wall, the things those monsters can do to people! You think you’re brave, but you’re just a reckless, stubborn boy who doesn’t realize he’s trying to get himself killed!”
Eren was stunned into silence. Carla’s hands trembled as she continued. “If you leave, if you go out there, you won’t come back. And I can’t—I won’t—lose you.” Her voice cracked again, tears welling in her eyes. “Not like that.” Eren’s chest tightened. Seeing his mother cry hurt more than any scolding ever could. But deep down, he still couldn’t let go of his resolve.
Before he could say anything else, Grisha spoke up. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice quiet but authoritative. “We’ll talk about this later.” Carla wiped at her eyes and turned away. “There is no later. He’s not joining.”
Eren clenched his fists, frustration and guilt warring inside him. He wanted to argue more, but something in his mother’s eyes made him stop. He didn’t want to hurt her.
Outside, the birds continued chirping, the world continuing as if nothing had happened. The silence in the room was heavy, pressing down on Eren like a weight. Carla had turned away, her back to him, still wiping her eyes. Mikasa remained seated, quiet and composed as always watching everything unfold. She hadn’t spoken since her initial comment, but her presence still loomed in the conversation. Grisha, who had been noticed his son’s pained demeanor, finally let out a sigh and placed his spoon down.
"Eren," he said, his voice measured, but firm. Eren turned his head, his body still tense. Grisha looked at him for a long moment, then finally asked the question.
"Why do you want to go outside the walls?"
Eren's breath hitched. He hadn't expected his father to ask him that—not like this.
Grisha studied his son carefully, waiting for an answer. Carla turned slightly, her red-rimmed eyes watching Eren with a quiet desperation, silently begging him to reconsider. Eren swallowed, his mind racing. His father wasn’t just asking out of curiosity. He was testing him. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “Because I don’t want to live my whole life trapped like a caged animal,” he said, his voice unwavering.
Grisha didn’t react, but Eren pushed forward, his passion igniting. “We don’t even know what’s beyond the walls. All we do is hide. The people in this town act like everything is fine just because we haven’t seen a Titan in years. But that doesn’t mean we’re safe!” Eren’s voice rose with intensity. “We sit here, pretending everything is okay, but it’s not! We’re trapped! And no one seems to care!”
He slammed his hands on the table, his breathing heavy. “I don’t want to spend my life in fear. I won’t live like that.” His green eyes burned with determination. “I’d rather die fighting for freedom than live my whole life as cattle.”
The room fell silent again to the point one could hear the wind howling. Grisha’s expression was unreadable, his fingers intertwined as he studied his son. Carla, on the other hand, looked absolutely heartbroken.
“…Freedom,” Grisha finally murmured. His gaze darkened, as if his mind drifted elsewhere for a moment. Eren sat back down, his hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline. He knew his mother wouldn’t accept his reasoning, but maybe—just maybe—his father would understand. For a moment, Grisha simply looked at him. Then, slowly, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I see.”
Eren blinked. “That’s it?” Grisha opened his eyes again, his gaze sharp. “If that is truly what you want… then you must be prepared for what it means.” Eren frowned, confused by his father’s tone. Carla, however, turned fully to face him. “Grisha, no—”
But Grisha stood up. “Eren, I have something to do today. When I return, there’s something I need to show you.” Eren’s eyebrows furrowed. “Show me?” Grisha placed a hand on Eren’s shoulder, gripping it firmly. “Until then, promise me one thing.” Eren looked up at him, confused. “What?”
“Whatever happens… you must protect Mikasa and your mother.” Eren’s confusion deepened, but Grisha didn’t elaborate. Instead, he let go and walked toward the door, grabbing his coat. Carla stood as well, panic in her eyes. “Grisha, where are you—?”
“I won’t be long,” Grisha assured her with a small smile before stepping outside. The door shut behind him. Eren watched him go, still puzzled. Something about his father’s words didn’t sit right with him.
Mikasa, who had been silent for most of the conversation, finally spoke. “…You shouldn’t have said that to your mother.” Eren flinched slightly, guilt creeping in. He glanced at Carla, who had sat back down, rubbing her temples. She looked exhausted. Eren bit his lip. He knew he had hurt her. He just didn’t know how to make her understand. He looked back at the door where his father had left, his mind still lingering on Grisha’s last words.
Whatever happens…
He had no idea that his entire world was about to change.
Eren shook his head as he looked at his mother who had her eyes closed, lump forming in his throat as he is unsure of what to say. “Mum I-” The words freezing in his mouth as he saw her tear stained face.
“I…I need some air.” That was all Eren said as he stood up from his chair and ran outside. “Eren!” Carla called out to him but he was already gone. She turned to Mikasa and placed firm hands on the girl’s shoulder. “Mikasa, you know how he’s prone into getting to more trouble, so please watch over him.” Mikasa gave an affirm nod to her and proceeded to follow after Eren where he last disappeared to.
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The air was still tense as Eren stormed out of the house, frustration burning inside him. His mother didn’t understand. She never would. He had power; he could make a difference, but she wanted to keep him trapped behind these walls like a caged animal.
“Stupid Mikasa,” Eren muttered under his breath, kicking at a loose pebble as he walked toward the market square. He wasn’t mad at her, not really. But her constant snitching wasn’t helping.
As he walked, distant sounds of struggle caught his attention.
“Look at him! Always with his nose in those useless books!”
“You think the world is gonna change just because you read, you little freak?”
“What’s the matter heretic? If you don’t like being beaten to a pulp all the time, why don’t you fight back?”
“You’re only resorting to physical abuse because you don’t have proof that I’m wrong. Doesn’t that make you admit that I am right?!”
‘That’s Armin’s voice.’ Eren thought, only for a sharp grunt of pain followed—a voice Eren recognized all too well. His anger flared as he sprinted toward the alley. Just as expected, Armin was curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach as the bullies loomed over him, laughing.
One of them, possibly the leader then held unto the scruff of Armin’s collar before hitting him to the wall. Raising his fist high in the air, he was about to beat Armin once more.
“Maybe this will shut your trap, you rambling nitwit-!”
Eren didn’t think. He acted.
With a loud yell, he charged at the nearest bully, fists swinging. The boy recoiled in surprise, stumbling back. “What the hell—?!”
“I have warned you suck up jerks not to touch my friend ever again, or do I need to have to beat you up just to get that into your thick skulls?!” Eren said his voice laced with anger. The lead bully sneered, fist still raised near Armin’s face. "Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it, Yeager? Cry to your mommy?" Eren’s eyes darkened as his hands clenched into fists, holds his ground. Instead of responding with just words, his right hand twitched near the Omnitrix on his left wrist. "Last chance. Walk away." Eren said with his eyes narrowing with determination. The fat one among them nudged the boss. "Hey, hey, hey, look at that. Eren’s got guts today."
"Tell me about it! He’s just a runt!" The leader shouted as he shoved Armin aside and stomped toward Eren. "You think you’re tough?! I’ll—"
It wasn’t until they spotted Mikasa rounding the corner; her usual blank stare fixated on them like a predator as she dashed her way towards them; that they finally panicked. That made the bullies pause in their tracks, horror etched to their expressions. “Shit! It’s Mikasa!”
“What are you waiting for you moron, let’s get out of here!” The three all abandoned the street and made a run for it. The bullies scrambled away like rats, their earlier bravado crumbling the moment Mikasa’s presence registered. Eren didn’t even glance after them; his focus was entirely on Armin, who was slumped against the wall, still clutching his stomach.
“Tch. Cowards,” Eren muttered. Turning back to his friend, he extended a hand. “You okay?” Armin groaned but accepted the help. “Y-Yeah. Just… more bruises to add to the collection.” He winced as Eren pulled him to his feet, wiping blood from his split lip. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.” His attempt at a smile faltered when he saw the storm in Eren’s eyes. Eren’s hands clenched. “Like hell I’d let them get away with that.”
“You’re here now,” Armin said softly. “That’s what matters.” Mikasa approached silently, her silver eyes scanning the scene. “They ran fast,” she observed, voice flat. Eren scoffed. “Because they know what happens if they don’t.” Mikasa hovered nearby, watchful as always. “Your mother told me to keep you out of trouble,” she reminded him. Eren shot her a glare. “And I’m helping someone. That’s not trouble.” Mikasa didn’t argue, but her gaze lingered on Eren’s wrist; on the Omnitrix. He knew what she was thinking.
You could’ve used it.
He ignored the unspoken accusation. Armin glanced between his two friends, hesitating before smiling softly, trying to dissipate the brewing tension. “Thanks… both of you.”
They didn’t say much else as they walked toward the riverbank, where they usually spent their time.
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden ripples across the water. Eren sat on the descending stares near the riverbank, arms draped over his knees, while Armin dabbed at his bruises with a damp cloth. Mikasa stood nearby, ever vigilant. The lake’s surface rippled gently in the breeze as the trio sat in silence, gazing at the endless walls in the distance.
“You shouldn’t have provoked them,” Mikasa said finally, breaking the silence. Armin sighed. “I know. But I can’t just stay quiet when they spout nonsense about the world.” Eren’s jaw tightened. “They’re idiots. They don’t care about the truth. They just want someone to punch.”
“Still,” Mikasa pressed, “fighting them won’t change anything.” Eren scowled. “Maybe not. But letting them walk all over us won’t either.” Armin glanced between them, sensing the tension. “Eren… about earlier. Did something happen at home?” Eren’s grip on his knees tightened. “My mom found out I used the gadget. And then Mikasa—” He shot her a glare. —decided to tell them I want to join the Survey Corps.”
Armin’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” Eren threw a pebble into the lake. “She freaked out. Dad was… weird. Said he had something to show me later.” Eren clenched his fists. “We’re trapped. Like livestock.” Armin nodded solemnly. “The outside world is so much bigger than this, but people are too scared to even dream about it. Afterall the walls have been a safe haven for many for over 100 years.” Mikasa sat beside them, arms resting on her knees. “It’s safer inside.”
“That’s the problem!” Eren snapped, turning toward her. “We shouldn’t be content with just surviving! We should be fighting for more!” Armin looked down, his voice quieter. “The Survey Corps are the only ones who still believe that.” Eren’s expression softened. He knew what Armin meant. It wasn’t just his dream; it was Armin’s too.
He took a deep breath, about to speak, till he felt something…wrong.
Gazing back at the wall there were two geese flying in the air, time seemed to slow down for reason because all of a sudden.
BOOM.
A deafening roar of thunder cracked through the air. The ground trembled violently. Making all three of them rise a few feet up the air before falling. Immediately they recovered and snapped their heads up, eyes widening.
There; beyond the walls; a massive bolt of lightning struck the ground, illuminating the sky in a blinding flash. The air buzzed with static, the sheer force of it making their hair stand on end. There many people had gathered there as flumes of steam rose from outside the wall.
“An explosion?” Eren muttered. That was until Armin ran towards where the crowd were heading that Eren and Mikasa followed. When they reached the scene, they just saw the blonde stare at something, his eyes widening. “Armin, what’s wrong what are you staring a-!”
And then… they saw it. A monstrous hand gripped the top of Wall Maria. Fleshless. Steaming. Armin gasped, stumbling backward. “No way… That wall is 50 meters tall!”
Eren’s blood ran cold. His entire body froze in place, heart pounding. “It’s them…” Mikasa, usually composed, had gone still; her eyes locked onto a massive head looming over the wall. The titan; colossal in size; stared down at them, steam rolling off its fleshless face and serrated teeth, its hollow eyes burning into the city.
“…A titan.”
Unbeknown to the speculating crowd, the colossal titan had raised one its foot backwards, preparing to collide its foot on the wall. With enough momentum, the foot kicked so hard the wall blew open a massive hole. Those caught in the crossfire either got blown away, smushed or killed by massive flying debris and stones.
Eren, Mikasa and Armin shielded their eyes from the accumulating dust, looking back at the wall their eyes widened in horror, the colossal titan has gone and in its place…was a massive hole. “Th-They blew a h-hole in the wall.” Armin stammered. Then massive footsteps rumbled the ground. Coming out of the hole was an enormous creature with an eerie grin, bulk naked and disproportioned in shape. A titan had entered wall Maria. Many fled and scrambled in terror. For a single, horrifying second, the world stood still.
Then—screams.
“They are here!”
“The titans are coming!!”
“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!”
Soon, several more rumbling footsteps pierced the chaotic air as several more came in numbers. Within minutes, titans flooded Shinganshina district.
The day humanity had feared for the most, has arrived.
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Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Clash of Titans
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A literal clash of titans. Shit's about to get real.
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Nobody would have thought that today would be the day the impenetrable walls got destroyed. But now, what would have been a normal day meant to be filled with people’s chatters and children playing is filled with the screams of hundreds of people as they ran for their dear life. Screams filled the air, blending with the deep, guttural roars of titans. Chaos reigned as flames licked the sky, smoke clouding vision, and the once-peaceful town of Shiganshina crumbled under the weight of destruction.
The Colossal Titan had disappeared, but its monstrous work had been done; the gate to Wall Maria lay shattered, and the smaller titans poured in, mindlessly rampaging through the town, devouring anyone in their path. The world was ending.
But none of that mattered to Eren. His mind was solely focused on one thing. He didn’t even hear when Armin said they should evacuate as well or the sonorous screams of the preyed people caught in the hands of titans.
“Our house is near the wall…” Eren’s legs moved before his mind could catch up. “MOM—!” He yelled hoping to whichever deity that existed that his home made it. Mikasa followed closely behind as they sprinted through several routes, cutting through passageways to get to their house.
“Mom should be fine. No way our house got hit.” Eren thought with desperate hope, pushing past people that were running the other way. He nearly fell as he turned another corner almost reaching their home. Once he turns the corner, his home will still be there, like always-
Eren’s stomach dropped at the sight before him. He and Mikasa skidded to a stop in front of their collapsed home. Their house; their home; was in ruins, half of it buried under debris. And underneath that debris…
"Mom!!"
Carla Yeager lay pinned beneath the rubble, half of her body underneath the fallen house. Her face was contorted in pain, but she was alive.
"Eren! Mikasa!"
Relief flooded through Eren but now wasn’t the time for that, immediately going for the beam of wood that had his mother pinned, Eren and Mikasa began tugging on it.
“Eren! Take Mikasa and go!” Carla shouted at Eren despite she was crushed under the beam of wood. A heavy boulder was in the way, there’s no way they can lift the wood. “I’m not leaving you behind!” Eren shouted back, his hands already bleeding from trying to lift the beam as splinters pierced through his hands. Mikasa wasn’t fairing any better. Carla turned to Mikasa, hoping she would listen to her. “Mikasa, the two of you have to go!” Mikasa shook her head in defiance, tears spilling her eyes as he still tugged desperately on the other side of the beam. “I can’t lose another family!”
The sound of whirring gas approached their way, a soldier with ODM gear came landing near the desolated street. It was Hannes. Relief filled Carla as she saw Hannes running their way. “Hannes, thank God.” She smiled weakly.
Before anybody could say a word, tremors of heavy footsteps were heard. A titan was approaching, toward the Jaeger household; its grotesque grin stretching wider as it spots Carla trapped under the collapsed beams of the house. It towered over the rooftops, its empty, dead-eyed gaze locked onto them like a predator spotting its next meal.
The sky burns. The Smiling Titan’s footsteps shake the earth as it closes in on the Jaeger household; Carla’s legs still pinned under the wreckage of their home. Eren, Mikasa, and Hannes froze despite the former two’s hands were bleeding from clawing at the rubble.
Its smile the most unsettling thing ever seen.
Eren’s breath hitched. On his left wrist, the Omnitrix hums against his skin, its green light pulsing like a second heartbeat. Eren's heart pounded. He could hear Hannes running toward them, yelling something, but his focus was elsewhere.
For a brief second, a memory flashed in his mind. One that felt like his own but at the same time not…
“If only I was stronger… If only I could have done something…”
Panic gripped Carla as she realized what was coming. "Hannes!! Take Eren and Mikasa! Run!!" Eren's hands clenched into fists. His breathing was ragged, his mind screaming at him to act. No. Not this time. He had already lost his home. He was not losing his mother too. Another memory surged his mind.
An older version of himself with his left eye bandaged spoke in a detached voice to someone. “Why did I have to watch my mom die, tell me…”
Not this time.
Mikasa who was beside Carla, still desperately tried to lift the heavy wooden beams off of her. "Eren! Help me!"
Mikasa had a loaf of bread stuffed in his mouth. “What difference would it make if you went back to wall Maria. You don’t have the strength to save your mother.”
Not this time.
“Eren! Mikasa!” Hannes called out as soon as he has reached their position, running straight towards the 15 meter abomination.
Hannes was holding back a fisted hand that wanted to punch his face, tears in his hand. “The reason you couldn’t save your mother, was because you lacked the strength. The reason I didn’t fight the titan, was because I lacked the courage!!!”
Not this time.
“Damn it… we don’t have time—!” Hannes paled as he tried reaching for his blades, but his arms were frozen. His eyes set on the disturbing face of the titan making him stop in his tracks. Eren’s vision tunnels. “No. Not again.”
Carla gasped at her son’s defiance. “Eren! Why can’t you listen to your mother for once!”
“I’m not running.” Eren gritted out back as his right hand snapped to the device on his left wrist, his fingers hovering over the dial making the faceplate pop up. The Omnitrix beeped, its core flashing green. Eren clenched his left hand to a fist and brought his right hand upward about to slam the faceplate.
“Why won’t you listen to me?!” Carla screamed at Eren who was still selecting something from the faceplate.
His mind flashbacked to what his father had told him earlier:
“Until then, promise me one thing. Whatever happens… you must protect Mikasa and your mother.”
“Because I know this is the right thing to do!”
Eren’s hand slammed down the dial.
A blinding green light engulfed the street, forcing Mikasa, Carla and Hannes to momentarily shield their eyes. The air crackled with energy, and when the light faded, Eren was gone; standing in his place was a towering, four-armed behemoth, his crimson skin gleaming under the catastrophic sunset. Four massive arms flex as Eren- Now Titan fist roars, shaking the ground. Mikasa gasped, momentarily stunned at the sight of him. Hannes froze mid-step, his mouth falling open in shock. Carla had tears filled in her eyes, she had always known Eren
Sheer power surging through Eren, his vision locked onto the debris pinning Carla down.
Time to work.
With a growl, he stepped forward and plunged four of his hands into the wreckage. "Hold on, Mom," Eren grunted as he tightened his grip, his voice deep due to the transformation. "I’ve got you!"
The weight was immense, but he was stronger. Wood splintered, stone cracked, and with an earth-shaking roar, Eren heaved the wreckage upward, his four arms bulging with raw strength. Carla gasped as the crushing pressure lifted from her torso. Her legs were twisted at an unnatural angle. Blood stained her clothes, and Eren was furious at the state his mother was in. Mikasa wasted no time, she rushed forward, pulling Carla free as carefully as possible.
Eren draped his now massive jacket around his mother’s bottom half, careful not to aggravate the injuries as he carefully applied pressure by tying the make shift bandage to a knot. "Eren—!" Carla's voice was weak, but full of emotion.
He didn’t look at her. His glowing yellow eyes were now focused past them, on the Smiling Titan, now dangerously close. It raised its massive hand to swat at them but Eren used his massive body to shield Mikasa, Carla and Hannes, his body absorbing the shockwave like a tank. Pivoting his body Titanfist grabbed hold of the tree and leapt a massive feet away from the smiling titan, landing at the end of the street before putting them down.
"Hannes!" Eren’s deepened voice boomed. "Take my mom and get the hell out of here!" Hannes was still frozen, eyes flicking between Eren’s transformed state and the incoming titan.
"What… What the hell are you!?"
"Not the time, old man!" Eren snapped. "Take her and run!" Carla shook her head frantically, gripping Mikasa’s arm. "No! Eren, come with us! Please!" Eren turned, giving his mother one last look. For the first time, he saw it-her fear. But not for herself. For him.
Just like when he said he wanted to join the survey corps.
A lump formed in his throat, but he swallowed it down. "I’ll catch up," he lied, his voice softer. Then he turned back to face the titan, rolling his broad shoulders, cracking his knuckles. Mikasa clenched her fists. She didn’t want to leave him. But the way Eren stood, the way he owned the moment; she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop him. She bit her lip. Then, nodding sharply, she grabbed Carla and helped Hannes carry her away.
Eren exhaled as he watched as they got to safety, turning his full focus on the Smiling Titan. It was almost upon him. "Alright, you ugly bastard," he muttered, planting his two feet wide apart, fists raised. "Let’s see how you like being on the other end of a beatdown." The Smiling Titan loomed, letting out a low, grotesque moan. It reached out with its massive hand once again, aiming to grab him.
But Eren struck first. With an explosive burst of strength, he leapt forward, bringing both upper fists down in a double hammer blow to the titan’s hand.
CRACK!
The sound of shattering bone echoed through the street as the titan’s fingers bent at unnatural angles. It reared back, its dead smile never changing, but Eren knew; it felt that. He grinned. "Not so fun being on the receiving end, huh?"
The titan swung its other arm at him. Eren dodged, rolling under it before grabbing its forearm with two hands and slamming a thunderous punch into its elbow with the other two.
CRACK!!
The arm bent backward, useless. The titan staggered back trying to get its balance but Eren didn’t stop. He launched himself at its knee, throwing a barrage of brutal punches till a sickening pop could be heard. The titan’s leg buckled, sending it crashing down onto its side. The street trembled. Eren wasted no time. He climbed onto the fallen titan, all four fists raised high. "This is for my mom, you disgusting piece of shit!"
And then he let loose.
A barrage of fists, raining down like meteors. The titan’s face caved in under the relentless assault. It let out a muffled groan, but Eren didn’t stop. He kept punching and punching until its head was nothing but pulp. Breathing heavily, Eren stood atop its lifeless corpse, his massive chest rising and falling. Blood; its blood; dripped from his knuckles.
It was dead.
For the first time in his life, he killed a titan.
For the first time in his life, he wasn’t helpless.
After rounding the street’s corner. He turned, his four yellow eyes scanning the distance; Mikasa and Hannes were still running, Carla in their arms.
His fists unclenched.
With a deep breath, he reached for the Omnitrix dial and slammed it down. In a flash of green, he was Eren again. With trembling legs and heart pounding, he ran.
Toward his mother. Toward his family.
Toward the next fight.
And for the first time since the walls fell, he knew he could win.
Meanwhile back to the other street the fallen titan’s body twitched, its nearly headless body began regenerating.
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The evacuation boats were crammed with survivors, their faces hollow with shock. Women clutching children, wounded survivors gasping for breath, elders staring blankly at the flames devouring their homes. Eren watched as Mikasa helped Carla onto the deck (Thanks to Hannes helping them cut through the massive crowd to get on board), his mother’s legs wrapped in his overgrown brown jacket, stained crimson. He had made it on time and was about to enter the deck too but something caught his attention; several paces away from him, he could spot an injured civilian trapped under debris about to be eaten, older people who were still lagging behind not fast enough to get past the inner gate, and his instincts are telling him to help.
"Eren!" Mikasa shouted, gripping the railing. "Get on the boat!" Her eyes locked onto his, filled with fear and desperation. He hesitated. Eren stood at the dock, fists clenched. Behind him, the Shiganshina still burned. The screams…they hadn’t stopped. Titans still roamed. And somewhere in that chaos, the Colossal Titan had vanished but not the other titans roaming the place.
"I can’t." Eren growled. Mikasa’s eyes widened. "What?!"
"There are still people trapped in there!" He pointed back toward the district, where panicked civilians scrambled through rubble, Titans closing in. "EREN!" Mikasa’s voice cut through the chaos. "Get on the boat NOW!"
Carla’s already pale face paled at what his son was insinuating. "Eren, please—!"
"I’m sorry. But I won’t let them die like cattle!" Before she could argue, before Carla could scream for him to stop, Eren ran away from the docks weaving his way through the crowd who yelled obscenities at him as he bumped into some, before finding a secluded place and slammed the Omnitrix dial.
A green flash erupted, and in his place stood a diamond like figure, his crystalline body refracting the firelight like a prism of war. Mikasa’s breath caught as she saw the crystalling figure emerging from an alleyway. "Eren…?"
But he was already running, his diamond-hard feet shattering the cobblestones beneath him as he charged back into hell.
"Eren—!" Ready to follow herself, Mikasa was about to get off the occupying boat and follow after Eren until a firm set of hands stopped her path. “Hannes-san. Eren!-”
“-Will be fine. I’ll get him back. I promise.” Hannes said as he followed suit after the suicidal kid. He doesn’t know how the hell Eren can suddenly change to these creatures, but he knows one thing for sure.
If he doesn’t stop him the kid would get himself killed.
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Armin was worried for his friends, as he sat beside his grandfather in one of the evacuating boats. He hasn’t sat down since, watching vigilantly for any sign of Eren or Mikasa. His face beamed when he caught sight of Mikasa and Mrs Yeager but dropped as he saw the condition the latter was in. Her lower body was wrapped in a makeshift bandage (That looked like Eren’s jacket but oversized for some reason), with Mikasa and Mr Hannes helping her get on board.
“Armin, take a seat.” His grandpa’s gruff voice called from beside him. “Only got knows what they’ve been through. The poor lads.”
Armin looked back at his grandfather. “In a minute.” Armin said as he surveyed the docks once more in hopes of seeing a certain brunette. Soon enough, he sports Eren in the docks and was beyond relief. His friends have made it back safe and sound; albeit with a slight near casualty. He was about to call out to Eren but stopped as he saw his friend’s demeanor, like he was troubled. Armin’s lips paused in thought. Maybe it was because of his mother’s condition? Most likely.
However, that hypothesis got shambled the moment he saw Eren still glancing back at the inner gate, his heart skipping a bit nearly 4 steps as Eren stepped back from the dock. He could hear Mikasa’s pleading voice from the other boat and Carla’s plea as well. The moment he saw Eren turning around and running, he gripped the slab of the boat and shouted Eren’s name. Mikasa was already about to board off the boat if it wasn’t for Mr Hannes that had stopped her, before he himself chased after Eren; who was now a crystalline figure running back into Shinganshina’s inner gate.
The blonde’s legs nearly gave out as he saw Eren’s new form disappear into the gate. He knew his friend is prone to recklessness but this was just another whole new level.
“Eren”, Armin muttered, “I hope you know what you are doing.”
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The streets were chaos incarnate. A Titan crawled on all fours, snapping at a group of children cornered against a collapsed house. A garrison soldier attempted to slice its nape before being crushed in a giant’s fist.
Eren didn’t hesitate.
"MOVE!" His voice deepened and echoing like shattering glass as he leapt over the rooftops, landing between the crawling Titan and the kids.
"W-what is that?!" one child screamed.
"A monster?!" another sobbed.
"No," Eren growled. "I’m here to help."
The Titan lunged. On his way here, he had been hearing how the soldiers were talking about aiming at the nape as their canon shots misfired. Even saw how one managed to kill one with his ODM gear. Maybe…
Eren dug his hands into the ground, crystal spikes erupted from the earth, impaling the Titan through the jaw and skull. It twitched once before collapsing, dissolving into steam.
The kids stared in stunned silence. "RUN TO THE DOCKS!" Eren barked. "NOW!" They scrambled away just as Garrison soldiers rounded the corner, blades drawn and froze at the sight of him.
"What the hell is that?!" one yelled”
"Another kind of Titan?!"
"No—it just KILLED one!"
“It looks like crystal!”
Eren ignored them, already moving. He shattered a collapsed wall with a punch, pulling a bleeding family from the wreckage. He formed a crystal bridge over a blocked street, letting survivors cross while disarming as much titans as he can. But they were just too many.
Just as he was about to aim at another titan, the sound of canon shot whistled through the air, nearly getting hit by the incoming canon, if not for him dodging on time. The misfired canon hit a building making it collapse. Eren shot a glare at the garrison soldiers who had their mounted floor canons aimed at him.
“Hey! What’s the big idea?!” Eren shouted at them to which they recoiled back and nearly fell down in fear.
“I-It can talk?!”
“Are those fucking clothes on its body?!”
“Quick! Shoot it down!!!”
A Garrison captain grabbed a musket, aiming shakily. "Identify yourself titan! Just what the hell are you?!" Eren turned his glowing green eyes on them.
"The name’s Obsidian. An ally to humanity."
Silence. Then—
"Bullshit!" a soldier spat. “How the hell should we believe you, no less a talking titan?”
"Does it MATTER?!" Obsidian roared. "People are DYING! Help me save them or GET OUT OF MY WAY!" The soldiers stared, torn between terror and awe. Hannes, who had reached here a while ago was about to defend Eren/obsidian when a tremor shook the district.
Then it started again, massive footsteps, far heavier than a normal titan’s. Eren’s head snapped toward the source, his green crystalline eyes widening in disbelief.
"No way…"
Walking down a street filled with titans was one no human has ever seen before. Its entire body covered with golden plated armor down to its toes, only few muscles exposed. Obsidian gritted its teeth as he looked at the 15 meter armored titan. It was muscular in shape and well proportioned, a red flag already hinting in Eren’s mind. It was just like the colossal titan, except smaller and different.
Eren does not like what he was looking at. Its glowing eyes lock onto the inner gate. Its body crouched down to a sprint like position.
Like it was preparing itself for something. And Eren could tell what that something is. From the smoke and debris, the armored Titan burst forth, charging with terrifying speed toward the inner gate of Shinganshina. If that titan manages to collide with the wall, the entire of wall Maria will fall. Each step shook the ground. Soldiers screamed, retreating to safety. Yelling out for the inner gate to be closed immediately.
Obsidian turned to Hannes who was still beside him, “Hannes. Get up the wall. I’ll take care of tin can over here.” Hannes looked shocked at what Eren just said. “Ere-I mean Obsidian. You can’t be serious!” Hannes yelled out, but Eren’s gaze was already locked on the sight of the charging Titan. Hannes grabbed hold of Obsidian’s arm hoping to knock some sense into the suicidal kid. “Eren! I promised your mother-!”
“-That you’ll bring me back safe. I know.” Eren’s voice softened yet held that determined tone. This made the older male stop in his tracks. “I understand you mean well for me. But let me at least try to defend my home one last time.” Hannes was troubled, in one hand he wants to get Eren out of here, but on the other hand something is telling him to believe in him. As much as he might regret this later, he chose to see how Eren would handle this. Hannes gritted his teeth in frustration, letting go of Eren’s huge crystalline arm. “Damn stubborn brat... Fine. If you're staying, I'm staying too." Making Eren smirk at Hannes who smirked back. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”
“Right back at you.” Eren said as he stood his ground between the gate and the charging titan. Hannes retreated to the top of the wall, were many of the soldiers had stayed while some were still trying to close the inner gate on time. Eren grits his teeth, diamond fists tightening.
Cannon fire ricocheted off its plating as it kept running; unstoppable. “I’m gonna put holes in that thick skin of yours,” Eren growled through Obsidian’s voice, his fists clenched.
Eren planted his feet and slammed his palms into the earth, summoning a wall of diamond-hard crystal in front of him like a fortress. The Armored Titan smashed into it, cracking it violently, but not breaking through on the first impact.
"HEY! UGLY!"
The Armored Titan turned as Obsidian jammed his hands into the ground. A FOREST OF DIAMOND SPIRES SHOT UP, skewering toward the Titan’s legs. Most shattered on impact, but one pierced a knee joint, making the Titan stagger.
Far from finished, Obsidian sprints forward and slams his crystal-covered fist into the Armored Titan’s pierced knee joint. A shockwave ripples through the air. The Armored Titan staggers, it doesn’t fall but made it stop its running. Its cracked kneecap armor took most of the hit but was dented.
It turns its gaze to Eren, recognizing him as a threat.
Eren leapt up, launching crystal shards like deadly spears. Several embedded into the Titan’s face and shoulders, making it shield its face. “You think you’re the only one built like a tank?” Eren snarled.
The Armored Titan roared and charged again. Eren met him head-on, their fists clashing, creating shockwaves that shattered nearby rooftops. Diamond fists against armored flesh; it was like two living mountains colliding despite the former’s more smaller size. Eren fought with ferocity. Every blow he landed sent spikes of diamond erupting across the Armored Titan’s body. He tried to freeze its joints, locking the Titan’s legs with a trap of crystal.
"It worked?!" a soldier gasped.
"Barely," Eren gritted. The Armored Titan roared louder, muscles bulging beneath the hardened plates. It ripped the crystal free after some effort and charged at Obsidian, one of its armored fist raised high in the air.
Eren crossed his arms—
BOOM!
The punch sent him flying, his body carving a trench through the street. His diamond form cracked but held.
"Tch… tough bastard."
The armored titan’s yellow eyes narrowed to something akin to anger. Obsidian smirked. “Aw what’s wrong. Mad you aren’t so invincible?-Shit!” He rolled to his feet just as the Titan slammed its fist were he once stood. Eren fired a barrage of diamond shards, aiming for its eyes. One struck true breaking through the protective eye shield and pierced straight through the pupil, making the Titan roar and clutch its face.
"NOW! HIT IT NOW!" Eren yelled at the soldiers atop the wall who had aimed their canons at the armored titan. Hannes immediately took initiative and grabbed hold of the trigger, setting a canon heading the armored titan way. “What are you lackeys waiting for?! You heard him shoot it down!” A few snapped out of their daze, firing cannons at the Titan’s armored nape.
The Titan staggered—but didn’t fall, instead going down on one knee to avoid falling over. Eren formed a diamond hammer-fist and leapt, bringing it down on the Titan’s armored wrist, A plate shattered, upon impact.
The Titan howled in anger, swinging blindly. But Eren ducked and leapt a rooftop.
“AIM FOR THE NAPE!! THAT’S ITS WEAK SPOT!” Hannes yelled out to him from atop the wall. Obsidian nodded in acknowledgement. “Got it!” And began turned his two hands to crystalline swords, jumping from roof to roof to get a perfect cut at the armored nape before leaping high in the air, weapons ready as he was about to strike the nape. His crystals are strong enough to crack the armor, if he can keep on hitting the nape it would surely crumble.
However, it seemed the armored titan had other plans has it swinged its hand backward at blinding speed, unable to maneuver in the air, the backhand sent obsidian crashing through a watchtower.
He forced himself up only to be greeted with the sight of thunderous footsteps coming his way, before he could recover or be on the defense, the Armored Titan’s already raised leg struck like a falling fortress, sending Obsidian hurtling through the air. Buildings exploded in his wake, stone and timber bursting apart as his crystalline form shattered through three structures before finally crashing into a half-collapsed church tower.
"Guh—!"
Eren’s vision swam. His diamond body cracked under the force, spiderweb fractures spreading across his torso.
Then—
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The Omnitrix flashed red on his crystalline chest. "No… NO!"
Mid-air, a red light engulfed him, and in an instant—
He was human again.
Defenseless.
Exposed.
And still in the air.
He slams through another collapsing building, but now without Obsidian’s durability. As he crashes, a massive, jagged slab of wood and stone tears through the right side of his face, from his right cheek to the left side of his lips. Blood bursts from the wound. It’s deep, painful, and his vision goes white with agony.
His body finally hits a rooftop, rolling limply through the tiles. Eren gasps, choking on blood. His face is burning, his right cheek split open with muscle and skin torn apart. The Omnitrix; now flashing red instead of green; has timed out.
“Damn it… move… just MOVE…” he groaned, choking on blood, teeth gritted through searing pain. Then… an all-too-familiar thumping noise came rumbling the ground, in turn affecting the rooftop where was lying on as a shadow cast over him.
From across the battlefield, the Smiling Titan had regenerated. Flesh stretched over the destroyed face.And then— That horrible, horrible smile returned. Its disturbing grin was now directed at Eren, its sunken eyes locking onto his helpless body slumped on the ruined rooftop.
Then, slowly it stepped forward, bone fragments clicking as its jaw adjusted.
Eren’s stomach dropped, his blood turned to ice.
"I... I didn't kill it!?" He thought.
Eren tried to stand, but his leg gave out. Blood poured from his face, staining the shingles red. The Smiling Titan reached for him, mouth unhinging slightly, yellow teeth gleaming.
On the other side of Shinganshina; the Armored Titan with all its might; rammed into the inner gate, shattering it to pieces and opening the path for more Titans. The Armored Titan stood victorious on the other side of the now broken wall, emitting fiery steam from its mouth.
On that day, year 845…
Wall Maria fell. And humanity was brutally reminded the humiliation of being caged like birds.
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Alien countdown: Heatblast (???), Wildmutt (???), Fourarms (Titanfist), Ghostfreak (Phantom), Diamondhead (Obsidian).
Pop-Up quiz: What do you think Eren’s Heatblast and Wildmutt are called, or what do you think they should be called. I already have the names thought out for them but I would like to hear your thoughts.
Notes:
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Also, before anybody chews me out as to why Eren lost. Someone might say: “But he’s freaking Diamondhead! He shouldn’t lose to the Armored titan! Well Buckle up, because I’m going to defend myself:
(1)- Inexperience with the Form: If we all do remember In Ben 10, even Ben struggles with new aliens, and can even get whipped by the enemy (e.g. Diamondhead’s crystals shattering against Vilgax, S01E13). Eren has zero formal training with Obsidian’s powers, he’s self trained and has barely enough time to practice with the omnitrix given he could be spotted and Carla already told him about using it recklessly (That’s why bro’s a little shit by using it when he has the opportunity).
(2)- Combat against a strategic foe like Reiner is entirely different: Reiner is a trained Warrior with years of experience…even if he’s the weakest of the bunch during his warrior unit training days. He makes up for that with resilience. (It looks like a stupid excuse, bear with me)
(3)- The Omnitrix’s Limitations: The Omnitrix forced Eren to revert mid-fight. Time limit is a bitch, it is the protype omnitrix like the one Ben used when he was 10 afterall. That shit can time-out in the worst times possible to mankind.
(4)- Diamondhead’s Vulnerabilities: Diamondhead’s crystals can shatter under extreme force (Take Vilgax’s punches, sonic roars and high speed velocity timed attacks for example). Reiner’s Armored titan looks like it can pack a punch (The armor is heavy afterall).
(5) Psychological Factors AKA Eren; The infamous suicidal Bastard: Although Eren fought with creativity, he still fought recklessly to protect Shiganshina, leaving openings.
So in summary: Eren lost because of inexperience + Omnitrix flaws + Reiner’s skill, not raw power. I hope that answers some people’s bound to happen questions. THANK YOU!
Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Fractured Legacy
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From atop Wall Maria, the soldiers had watched the battle in stunned silence. The garrison captain that had initially been wary of Obsidian couldn’t help the faint hope bubbling in his guts. "It—It actually hurt it! That crystal thing cracked its armor!" The captain said as he gripped the ramparts, knuckles white. Beside him a young recruit cheered, raising his rifle.
“Hell yeah! Keep going, Obsidian! Kill it!”
“The crystal titan really is on our side!”
“Way to go Obsidian!!!”
They set to work immediately Obsidian called out for them to fire at the armored titan. It didn’t really do much, but it was guaranteed distraction as Obsidian began closing in on the nape and leapt to the air. They were actually going to win against the behemoth.
Then; as if time slowed down in real life; the Armored titan’s brutal backhand connected. Obsidian’s form partly shattered mid-air, small crystalline fragments scattering like broken glass as its body hurtled through buildings, vanishing into a plume of dust and debris.
The cheering died instantly. The commander’s eyes widened, horrified at what this implies "...No." He whispered in tremor. Another soldier dropped his grip on a cannon, hands shaking. "It—It just… flung him away like he was nothing."
Many could hear the sound of retching at the back, courtesy to a fellow garrison that couldn’t process what they were looking at.
"We’re dead. We’re all dead."
Any lingering hope they might have had was gone, because Obsidian wasn’t getting back up. Hannes hadn’t said a word since. He hadn’t breathed.
Because he knew.
That wasn’t just some monster fighting the Titan.
That was Eren.
Hannes gritted his teeth, his legs already moving to the front. "Damn brat… Damn stubborn brat!" He kicked off the wall, ODM gear hissing as he launched himself toward the wreckage where Obsidian—where Eren—had crashed. Behind him, his fellow garrisons shouted.
"Hannes! What the hell are you doing?!"
"It’s over! That thing’s gone!"
Hannes didn’t stop.
"Like hell he is!" He snarled back as he maneuvered his way to where Eren was.
The Armored Titan stood amidst the ruins, steam curling from its several cracked plating. It didn’t roar in victory. It didn’t even glance at them nor at the soldier that had leapt away from the wall’s top.
It just turned…and stared at the inner gate.
The Garrison commander suddenly understanding what was about to happen, immediately yelled at the soldiers at standby around the inner gate “Oh god—CLOSE THE GATE! NOW!"
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The entire of shinganshina district burned.
Smoke coiled from shattered rooftops, screams choked the air, and the stench of blood and steam clung to the battlefield. The Armored titan stood amidst the wreckage, its massive chest heaving, its one good molten gold eye narrowing as it surveyed the destruction.
Its gaze locked onto the shattered houses where the crystalline creature had crashed through. Dust still hadn’t settled. No movement. No resurgence.
Good.
A low, guttural growl rumbled in its throat. That thing had been dangerous. More than dangerous; it had been unpredictable.
The Armored titan flexed its fist, plating armor still cracked from where Obsidian’s diamond hammer had struck. Near numbness flared in its knee; the joint dented; the ligaments damaged from the crystal shards still embedded deep.
It remembered the moment the fight had turned.
Obsidian leaping, blades of crystal forming in its hands. Aiming straight for its nape.
A near-fatal strike.
If not for that last desperate backhand, if not for the way Obsidian had crashed against the watchtower, things might have ended differently. The titan plucked a spiked crystal embedded on its face and gazed at the bizarre yet dangerous material in its hold.
Was that another type of titan? A different variant of the 9?
The Armored Titan exhaled, steam hissing between its teeth.
It doesn’t matter now. No more distractions.
The inner gate loomed ahead, its massive doors still groaning under the weight of desperate soldiers trying to seal it. Useless. It took a step forward, then another. The damaged knee protested, but the Armored Titan ignored it. It can’t stop now. Failure was not an option.
It had a mission.
With a ground-shaking bellow, the Armored Titan charged. A final, thunderous charge.
The ground trembled as it broke into a sprint, ignoring the way its armor creaked, ignoring the distant shouts of soldiers atop the wall.
"FIRE EVERYTHING!"
Cannons boomed. Muskets cracked.
The shots ricocheted off its plating like rain. The Titan didn’t slow down, because there wasn’t nothing to stop it this time.
Let them scream.
Let them despair.
They deserve it…for they are devils.
The Armored Titan lowered its shoulder, muscles coiling like steel springs, and—
Impact.
CRASH.
Stone exploded. The gate exploded inward, stone shrapnel shredding the air as the force of the collision sent shockwaves through the district. The last barrier between humanity and annihilation—gone.
Mission accomplished.
The Armored Titan stormed through the wreckage, its golden eyes burning. As the dust cleared, the Armored Titan stood victorious, steam rising from its battered frame. It turned one last time, scanning the ruins for any sign of Obsidian.
Nothing.
Good.
But deep down, in the recesses of its consciousness—where the human mind resided beneath the Titan’s instincts—a single, unsettling thought echoed:
"What if it comes back?"
The Armored Titan turned away as it let out a dismissive snarl.
There was still work to be done. It still had its comrades to retrieve.
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Hannes landed on a collapsed roof, scanning the rubble for any signs of Eren. Then—there.
On the side of a rooftop not too far away was Eren now reverted to human form, but he was critically injured. But that wasn’t even the worst case now, because a titan was about to grab hold of the kid. The same smiling titan from back then.
"Eren!" Immediately he activated his ODM gear, praying to reach there before it is too late.
He didn’t see the Armored Titan charge through the gate.
He didn’t even hear the gate’s hinges screaming as soldiers tried in vain to seal it.
All he saw was the kid who’d just saved them all—lying broken in the ruins. And about to be devoured.
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The Smiling Titan grabbed hold of Eren’s limp body, its massive fingers wrapping around his torso like a child gripping a toy. The titan’s grip crushed Eren’s fractured arm. A wet snap filled the crackled air. White-hot pain exploded in his broken right arm from the earlier throw, the sharp jolt made his vision blur further. He screamed, not just in agony, but in helpless rage.
"Ngh—! Let... go—!" Eren screamed as he choked on his blood. The titan’s grotesque smile unhinged as it raised Eren towards its gaping mouth. Its wretched breath made Eren scrunch his nose in disgust at the awful smell. Fear and rage clogged Eren’s vision, his hearth beating erratically beneath his rib cage.
Pathetic, is this the way he was going to die? All this power and he would end up dying inside the mouth of a fucking titan?
“Tch—!"
‘At least…I was able to do some good…’ Eren thought sadly, his body near inches towards the smiling titan’s mouth.
“Forgive me mum, it seems I won’t be making it out of this one alive.”
Then, something strange happened.
The Omnitrix on his wrist sparked violently, emitting a pulsating green light that bathed the titan's face. A pulse of green energy radiated through Eren’s body, and for a moment; just a moment; everything stopped. The world fell away. The titan's massive, grinning face seemed to freeze in time. A low, distorted hum echoed in his ears. The device vibrated violently, and Eren's eyes widened as a surge of unfamiliar sensations flooded his mind. And then he heard it.
Whispers...
A cacophony of voices echoed in his consciousness, fragmented and distorted. Twisted, ancient, yet… familiar. Words didn’t form properly, but feelings did. Pain. Hunger. Loneliness. Rage. Recognition. Among them, a singular, haunting voice stood out. A chilling whisper that seemed to emanate directly from the Titan itself.
"So much pain... so much rage... I remember..."
Eren's breath caught in his throat. “Wh-what… was that?”
Was the Titan... speaking?
For a split second, the Titan’s roar morphs into something else. A guttural, almost human voice echoing in his skull.
"F̷R̸E̴E̸ ̸U̷S̶."
Eren’s eyes nearly bulged out from the sockets. "You—!?"
The Omnitrix flared again, almost as if in distress. The Omnitrix's glow intensified, scanning the titan's face, green rings spinning and glitching erratically. Somewhere in its core, it was struggling; trying; to understand, to fix something broken. Symbols flashed rapidly across its interface, as if attempting to decode or repair corrupted genetic data. The device beeped erratically, caught between functions.
All of a sudden, the omnitrix spoke in an alienated voice. "Scanning... anomalous lifeform... DNA corruption detected."
"W-What...?" Eren said in confusion, his head getting dizzy from blood loss. Before he could process more, reality snapped back into motion. The titan squeezed harder, ribs cracking…until a blade slashed across its fingers. With it accompanied a familiar voice piercing through the chaos.
EREN!!!”
Hannes lunged in, face twisted in fury and fear, gas canisters hissing as he darted around the titan with reckless speed. With precision honed by years of experience, he slashed at the Titan's hand, forcing it to release its grip. Eren plummeted, but Hannes caught him mid-air, redirecting their trajectory to a nearby rooftop.
They landed hard, Eren gasping for breath, his vision blurred. Blood poured from his facial wound and arm, staining both their clothes. "Eren! Hang on, damn it!", Hannes urged, checking Eren's injuries. "You're gonna be okay."
Hannes didn’t hesitate. He bolted, maneuvering between ruined buildings and collapsing rubble, desperate to get Eren somewhere safe. Eren's head lolled against his shoulder, his vision darkening fast.
"H-Hannes...”, Eren slurred out with great effort as he felt himself fading, “the Titan... it talked—"
"Eren titans don’t talk. You should be resting.” Hannes insisted as he led them out of the vicinity. A grim expression was portrayed on Hannes’ face. “He’s hallucinating. Kid’s Lost too much blood.”
Eren tried to respond, but his strength waned. Just before unconsciousness took him, he looked back—just for a second. And he caught a final, horrifying sight.
The Smiling Titan was watching them flee. Its face… twisted into something more grotesque than a smile. The titan’s head cocked to the side, its hollow eyes tracking them. It brought its palm to its mouth. Slowly, its horrific tongue drags across the palm, stained crimson—licking up Eren’s blood. Its tongue flicked out to taste the crimson fluid, to taste Eren’s blood.
And then… it smiled wider. The grotesque grin spread across its face; eyes gleaming with a sinister light. Eren's world was fading slowly, the image seared into his mind.
And then, darkness took him.
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"So much pain... so much rage... I remember..."
The smiling titan brought its blood stained hand to its mouth, licking off the crimson substance smeared on its palm. A grotesque smile stared straight into his soul.
"F̷R̸E̴E̸ ̸U̷S̶."
Eren awoke with a sharp gasp, his body jerking upright, only to fall back against the bedding from the pain that flared through his right arm. "You're awake!" A familiar voice broke through, soft but strained. Mikasa was at his side in a second, eyes glassy from the tears she refused to shed. She wasn’t the only one with him. Armin was nearby, his expression a mixture of relief and concern.
Eren’s head felt like a mess, pain flaring through both sides of his face. He reached his hand to feel a fabric placed around his mouth side. He can’t remember…
“Mikasa, Armin…where-”
"You passed out after Hannes brought you back," Armin explained. "Your arm was... crushed. They managed to reset it, but—Eren, you nearly died."
That was when everything came crashing down. His fight with the armored titan, his near death experience, the smiling titan, Mom-
“Where’s mom?!” Eren asked with a panicked voice, ignoring the way how his bandages jostled. If not for the combined effort of Mikasa and Armin, Eren would have definitely gotten up in his poor condition. “Aunt Carla is fine. She’s taking medical treatment closeby.” Mikasa replied, but Eren wasn’t convinced enough to be calm.
“But I saw-!”
“Eren! You have to calm down for a minute, you are safe!” Armin’s insistence was finally able to make Eren stop struggling, as he slumped back on the bed he was lying on. A wince formed from his jostling his broken right arm.
“Where…Where are we exactly?” Eren said, his voice dulled and gruff from straining.
“In Wall Rose, in the refugee medical bay exactly.” Armin explained. The trio were in a makeshift field tent, the kind set up outside Wall Rose for the wounded. The dull murmur of voices and the rustling of canvas filled the air. Eren’s green eyes dulled slightly at what this meant.
“I see…” That was all Eren said, making his two friends worried at his melancholic tone. But this all meant one thing for Eren.
He had failed to protect his hometown.
He was able to save his mother, but not his home.
Eren’s fist curled in frustration and deep helplessness. Eren barely heard them. His head was spinning, not from pain, but from what he had seen—heard.
That Titan.
That smile.
The device on his wrist.
He slowly turned his gaze to the green device on his left wrist. It looked... different. Burnt marks surrounded the core. The center flickered with erratic pulses, like it was trying to reboot or was stuck in a loop.
He pressed the core, hoping for one of his transformations—Inferno, Titanfist, anything—but instead, the dial stayed static. Then, just faintly, a holographic burst blinked across his eyes:
"DNA Corruption detected previously. Attempted repair... anomaly found... Origin: Xerxathi."
His breath caught in his throat.
"Eren?" Mikasa leaned closer, noticing his reaction.
"I... I heard it," he said, voice low. "The Titan. When it grabbed me... this device—it reacted. Like it was scanning it. Like..." His brows furrowed. "Like it remembered something."
Armin's eyes widened. "Mr Hannes told us you had a near encounter with a titan. Is that what you’re talking about?" A nod from his friend confirmed his assumption. “But that doesn’t make any sense. Titans don’t remember things, unless-”
“They are sentient beings.” Eren completed. Mikasa and Armin’s eyes widened. “Eren, you don’t mean…Titans are sentient creatures?”
Eren’s gaze fell. "I don’t just think it…I felt it." But this was only raising more questions. The brunette’s gaze settled on the mysterious device clamped to his wrist for nearly a year now.
"...Who’s... us...?"
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Meanwhile; far from the burning ruins of Shiganshina; just beyond the Reiss family chapel in wall Sina; deep within a forest’s thick veil of mist and trees, two figures stumbled to a halt. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Moonlight filters through the trees, casting jagged shadows over two figures; one kneeling in exhaustion, the other standing with an eerie stillness.
Grisha Yeager’s heart hammered in his ears as he leaned heavily against a mossy tree trunk, his breaths ragged and uneven. Sweat and blood matted his hair to his forehead, his glasses cracked and askew on his nose. His hands were trembling, not entirely from exertion, but from the sheer whiplash of what had just occurred in the Reiss Chapel; the moment that had nearly broken him. He clutched the satchel containing the serum tightly, knuckles white as the chapel’s destruction smolders in the distance.
Grisha glanced sideways.
Beside him stood the figure who had appeared out of nowhere, intercepting him within the Reiss chapel. Who had stopped him. The man was tall, broader than he should be for his apparent age, his stance radiating a quiet, lethal strength, unbothered by the night chill. His clothes were foreign, practical for war yet oddly anachronistic. Along side that he was wearing a cloak, obscuring most of his face. Other than that, he had been silent since they fled, merely guiding Grisha through shadowed paths like a phantom.
Now, in the deadened stillness of the forest, Grisha wiped the sweat from his brow, forcing his mind to focus through the panic. "You…" he rasped, voice hoarse. "Why… Why did you stop me from taking the Founding Titan?" He struggled to stand straighter, anger and confusion bubbling beneath his chest. "What are you even doing here?!"
"And why…" Grisha's voice faltered slightly, emotion creeping in, "...why did you save me?" A long silence stretched between them, broken only by the distant cry of birds and the whisper of the wind through the trees. The figure didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he finally lowered his hood. The moonlight cut through the darkness, illuminating him clearly for the first time.
Grisha’s breath hitched.
The man-no-boy’s long hair was damp from the night's mist, strands sticking to his cheeks and forehead, the rest falling around his sharp features. His face was worn—older, more haunted than it should be—etched with pain and ironclad resolve far beyond his years. His jacket was ripped and stained, the faint symbol of the wings of freedom barely visible anymore on the frayed fabric. But it was the boy’s eyes that made Grisha freeze.
A piercing, impossible shade of turquoise, glowing faintly in the dark like twin beacons.
Eyes full of sorrow. Full of fury. Full of resignation.
Eyes that mirrored his own son’s, were staring right through his soul.
Grisha’s heart stuttered violently in his chest. His mouth went dry.
No.
It couldn't be.
The boy’s—Eren’s—eyes stayed locked on his father’s, unblinking. "You already know." He said in a calm manner.
"...Eren," Grisha breathed, barely above a whisper, terror and awe threading his voice.
The figure’s glowing gaze still remained locked onto him, unblinking, unrelenting, as if daring him to ask the real question neither of them was ready to face.
The forest wind howled between them, carrying away any words left unsaid.
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Pain.
It throbbed in his chest, in his head, in the half-formed memories that sloshed around like broken glass inside his skull. Eren blinked into the dimness of the canvas tent. His body still felt heavy — as if something massive was pressing down on him, pinning him to the cot. His mouth was dry. Every breath scraped against his ribs. His hand reached for his face, tracing where stone and roofing cut through his face, disinfected linen wrapped tight over his right cheek and mouth. The wound burns. The last thing he remembers…
"M-Mikasa? Armin?" Eren said. His voice hoarse and disoriented as he called out his friends’ names. No answer. The tent is empty save for the moans of other wounded. His eyes observed the device on his wrist. It’s warm. Too warm. Like a fever.
He was in a cramped medical tent in Wall Rose’s refugee camp. The air reeks of antiseptic and blood. Eren lied on a cot, his right arm splinted, face half-swaddled in bandages and disinfected linen. The flap of the tent opens. Hannes stumbles in, reeking of ale and smoke. His eyes are bloodshot, his uniform torn. He freezes when he sees Eren awake.
"You're awake."
The voice was tired. Familiar. Eren turned his head slowly and saw Hannes making his way towards him before sitting at the edge of his cot, he looked older than Eren remembered; as if the weight of an entire world had settled across the man’s broad shoulders in just a few days.
"W-what...?" Eren croaked.
Hannes rubbed his face with a shaky hand. "You’ve been out for nearly two days. Fevered. You—" He hesitated. "You gave us a hell of a scare, kid."
Eren’s fingers twitched weakly. He tried to sit up, but a sharp flare of pain made him gasp. "Easy!" Hannes was immediately at his side, steadying him. "Don't push it. You're still healing."
Healing.
The word felt wrong in Eren’s mouth, in his skin. "Shiganshina..." he whispered.
Hannes' mouth tightened into a thin line. He didn’t answer right away. Eren's heart began hammering, panic surging against the weakness of his body.
"Hannes...what happened?" His voice cracked. "Tell me."
"Kid. You’re supposed to be asleep." His voice came out in a quiet, strained tone.
“Just tell me the truth, Hannes!...Is it true. Shiganshina, my home. Is it-?” Eren couldn’t bring himself to complete the statement. There was a beat of silence; a deep, suffocating pause; before Hannes finally spoke.
"Wall Maria has fallen."
The words slammed into Eren like a punch to the gut.
He stared at Hannes, completely numb.
"It's gone, Eren." Hannes' voice broke, just slightly. "The Titans broke through both gates. We evacuated who we could, but... Shiganshina's lost." Eren felt the world tilt. His stomach turned. His hands fisted the thin blanket covering him.
"And... and my mom?" he rasped. "Where's my mom?"
Hannes’ face twisted. Guilt, sorrow, helplessness all warring across it. Eren glared at the older man. "Where’s my mom?"
Hannes sighed as he dragged a stool beside Eren’s cot, collapsing onto it like a marionette with cut strings. He won’t meet Eren’s eyes.
"She's alive," Hannes said, “But her legs…" He gestures vaguely at his own. "Docs say she won’t walk right again. Crushed under the house."
“Eren…” He trailed off, finally looking up to seeing the terror in Eren's eyes. His heart panged at the gutted expression on the kid’s face. "She…she's in another tent. The medics are doing what they can. Supplies are tight. They're doing everything they can."
Eren’s stomach lurches. This was his fault. He’d left her storming out of the house because he was angry. If only he’d—
"Take me to her." Eren demanded. Hannes snorted dryly at the request; lack of mirth evident. "You can barely sit up, brat." But Eren tries anyway, struggled to throw off the blanket, ignoring the fire in his muscles. He pushed up on his elbows, then hisses as pain lances through his ribs. Hannes catches him before he faceplants.
"Eren!" Hannes grabbed his shoulders, gently but firmly. "You're barely standing yourself. You need rest." Eren wasn’t having it, as he struggled to sit up straight once again. "I don’t care!" The hoarse shout tore from Eren’s throat. "I need to see her!" Tears stung his eyes, hot and furious. His chest heaved. "I promised her. I promised—"
"Damn it, Eren! You got thrown through buildings! Your arm’s shattered! Just—" Hannes voiced cracked mid sentence. "Just stop."
Silence followed after that. Eren’s breathing is ragged while Hannes’ grip on his shoulder trembles till he let go, sure that Eren won’t do something reckless. It was until Eren broke the silence "…How many made it out?"
Hannes exhaled through his mouth, running a hand through greasy hair. "Not enough."
"The armored titan. Did anyone get it?" Eren asked in a low venomous voice. Hannes’ face twists. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. Eren’s left fist slammed into his cot, frustration and helpless anger etched within him. "Dammit! I—I almost had it! If the stupid thing hadn’t—!"
Hannes uncharacteristically burst in anger. "You almost died! You did die for a minute when I dragged you out! Your heart stopped, Eren!" He grabbed hold of Eren’s left wrist, shaking the Omnitrix in his face. "This thing—it lit up like a damn star, and that’s the only reason you’re still breathing!" Eren wrenched himself free from Hannes’ grip in anger. The movement jars his ribs, and he coughs; blood speckles his bandaged lip as the stitch from his facial injury teared open slightly. Hannes paled at the sight.
The garrison looked down in shame, his voice sounding like a whisper. "…I couldn’t save Shiganshina. But I refuse to watch you kill yourself too." It made Eren’s fury falter. Hannes looks… broken. Old. Nothing like the drunk who’d laughed off Titans as he always knew.
A commotion was going on outside. Raised voices. Then a voice rang out. Shrill and desperate but easily recognizable from a thousand miles.
"Let me through! That’s my son in there!" Eren’s head snaps up while Hannes barely has time to stand before the tent flap is yanked open, and a frail, broken figure stumbled into the tent. Carla Yeager stood there, her body braced awkwardly makeshift crutches, her legs wrapped in thick bandages soaked through with blood. Her face is gaunt and pinched with pain, but her eyes; her beautiful, tear-bright eyes; were locked onto Eren’s with fierce, desperate love. Eren froze.
"Mom...?"
Carla gasped as she made her way to her child. "Eren—!" Every step was a battle. She lurches forward; half-hopping, half-dragging herself forward; ignoring Hannes’ startled protests. She nearly stumbled if not for Hannes catching her before she hits the ground. Eren is already trying to rise, ignoring the pain.
"Mom—! Don’t move like that—!"
"Don’t you dare!" She yelled as she shoved Hannes aside, collapsing at Eren’s bedside. The crutches clattering to the ground, and her hands flutter over his bandages, trembling. "Look at you… Look at what they did to you—"
Eren flinched at the tender touch of his mother. "I’m fine."
"Liar." Carla’s voice took a sharp tone, making Eren flinch further. His mother rarely used that tone on him. Then her voice drops to a whisper. "I saw you. That… that thing you turned into. The way you fought—"
Eren stiffened. Hannes looks away, guiltily. Carla’s fingers dig into Eren’s sheets.
Carla began tearing up looking at the injured state of her son, ignoring hers completely "You promised me you wouldn’t use that device recklessly."
"But Mom; I wasn’t reckless!... I saved—"
"YOU WERE NEARLY EATEN, EREN!!! YOU COULD HAVE DIED, HOW IS THAT NOT BEING RECKLESS?!" Eren’s breath hitched. Silence prevailed once again. Carla’s composure shatters. She sobs, pulling Eren into a trembling, desperate embrace while pressing her forehead to Eren’s uninjured shoulder.
“I thought I lost you…” Carla said in a broken voice.
2 days ago. Fall of wall Maria
The boat sways as the last refugees flee across the water. Fires rage behind them, Wall Maria's ruins silhouetted against the blood-red sky.
Mikasa clutched Carla’s hand on the crowded deck. Her breath hitches as Hannes lands on the boat, jostling the already crowded boat, with Eren limp in his arms. Face bloodied and completely injured. The two females were instantly shocked at what they were looking at.
"Eren!" Mikasa wasted no time as she shoved through the crowd. Carla tried to stand, but her injured legs buckle. All she could do was watch with raw desperation hoping it was not what she is thinking. "Is he breathing?!" Carla questioned as Hannes lay Eren down. The Omnitrix’s light is dim now, but the slight crack in its casing glow faintly red. “He’s alive.” Hannes replied, wiping sweat and blood from his face as he kneels beside Eren. “But not in the best conditions unfortunately.”
Carla’s heart dropped as she saw the extent of his wounds. “Eren… oh, God, no—NO!” Her trembling hands hover over his face, unsure whether to touch the gaping wound. Blood drips from his chin onto his torn shirt. His eyes are barely open, but he’s alive.
Mikasa’s usually composed posture shattered. “Eren! Wake up! Please—look at me!” Her voice frantic, sharp with fear. She gripped his good shoulder tightly, as if trying to ground herself. His breathing is shallow, and for a horrible moment, she thinks he won’t respond. Why, why does he always go off on his own?!
It was until Eren’s battered body stirred slightly. “…I… I almost had him…” His voice was completely hoarse and groggy. Mikasa’s stomach twisted. Even in this state, he’s still thinking about to fight.
Carla’s hands cupped her son’s face gently. A mix of swirling emotions fluttering within her. “You stubborn, foolish boy… why didn’t you listen?” She said with a broken-hearted voice, pressing her forehead against his, crying softly. This was exactly what she feared would happen if he ever tried to fight the Titans.
Mikasa’s fingers hover over Eren’s broken arm, a disturbing sight as a bone was popped open. Then the device on his left wrist. It’s scalding hot. "This isn’t right..." Mikasa said alarmed, voice low so as not to attract further attention to themselves.
Suddenly the crowd looked forward, faces pale. Hannes noticing this turned to the source of the commotion, and his face became equally pale. “Oh God…”
Across the wreckage, past the armored titan that had barged through the inner gates. There, stood the Smiling Titan motionless, its smile unwavering. A low, shuddering groan ripples from its throat—almost like a word. The titan’s gaze locked unto the retreating evacuation boats; its attention wasn’t even on the civilians hurdled there. Instead…it was on the unconscious body of Eren. Even as the boats kept retreating towards wall Rose, its eyes never left sight of Eren. Many don’t know that; thinking it was staring at them; but Hannes knew the titan’s attention was on Eren.
"It’s…still staring at him." Hannes whispered in horror. Carla instinctively clutched Eren closer to her, hoping to shield her son away from the prying eyes of the smiling titan. "We need to get away from here. Now."
The evacuation boats kept lurching forward. Eren’s eyelids fluttered briefly, muttering something inaudible before drifting back to unconsciousness.
Present
Eren slowly clung to her embrace, burying his face in her hair, “Mom…” before he knew it, sobs tore out of him uncontrollably. He had been worrying about saving his mother and people then, not realizing how worried his mother must have been for his safety when he had left her on the evacuation boat. "I'm sorry," he choked. "I'm so sorry, Mom. I should've been there. I—"
"Shhh, shhh," Carla whispered, rocking him like he was a child again. "You’re alive. That’s all that matters. You’re alive, Eren."
"But Wall Maria — Shiganshina — everything—"
"I don't care," she said fiercely, tightening her arms around him despite the pain it must have caused her. "I don’t care about the house, the town... all I care about is you." Eren broke completely then. Sobbing, shaking, guilt gnawing at every fiber of his being.
If he had been stronger...
If he had been faster...
If he had picked another creature in the device...
Would Wall Maria have still fallen?
Would he have saved everyone?
Hannes, not wanting to disrupt the moment or become a third wheel, cleared his throat awkwardly. "I’ll, uh… give you two a minute." Then he ducks out. Carla didn’t move from her spot. She stroked Eren’s hair, humming an old lullaby through her own tears. The song she used to sing to him when he had nightmares.
The device on Eren’s left wrist pulsed faintly, unnoticed. The tent, the camp, the ruined world outside; all of it faded. It was just mother and son, clinging to each other in the wreckage of everything they had ever known.
"…I had to try, Mom." Eren said softly. Carla pulled back from the hug and cupped her son’s face. "I know." A bitter smile stretched on her lips. "You’ve always been… so much like your father."
Eren’s stomach drops. ‘Father’. His father, Grisha Yeager. Who’s still missing. A small part of him can’t help but wonder where he was right now.
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Wall Sina-Mitras; Interior of the Interior Government Hall
A grand room of stained glass windows and polished marble. The nobles, ministers, well known merchants and military commanders were gathered. King Fritz slumped on his throne, disinterested. A heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the rustle of expensive fabrics and the crackle of burning torches.
The doors slam open as an out-of-breath garrison soldier enters.
"Your Highnesses! Your Honors! Wall Maria... has completely fallen."
The room explodes into murmurs and gasps. Dieter Ness, a bald fat man in suit rose slightly from his chair in shock. "How could it fall so swiftly?! What of our stationed forces?" Another official; Lady Maillard; turned to the soldier. "You mean to tell us the outer wall has been breached completely?! And the citizens? The resources? The crops?!"
Many more uproars and arguments filled the entire vicinity until Premier Dallis Zackly; head of all military units; raised his voice. "Silence. Continue soldier." The garrison soldier trembled slightly before proceeding. "Two Titans; unlike anything ever documented; struck the southern district. One... a behemoth over sixty meters tall... It appeared and vanished without warning..."
"The second... heavily armored, attacked directly, breaching the gate." The room erupted once again into chaos. It was another official this time that had attempted to maintain the chaos. "Enough! The details. I want the details."
“There was... another sighting. A third entity. Witnesses described a creature made of crystal... battling the armored Titan directly."
The officials and nobles look at each other, confusion and fear on their faces.
"A... savior?" Lady Maillard questioned
"Or a new enemy?" Another questioned.
The garrison continued his message anyways. “S-some people called it a crystal demon, but some soldiers said it called itself obsidian.”
Many were appalled. A titan that could speak?!
Sannes; another noble; look down grimly at this revelation. "Titans do not fight each other without reason. If this 'Obsidian Titan' fought the armored Titan, perhaps it favors humanity."
While some nodded in agreement, others were not having it. A noble raised his opinions in protest. “Titans are no saviors. It’s as some people said, it looked like a demon. It clearly is a threat to humanity, better safe than sorry!”
“And lose a vital weaponry against the titans?! We’re supposed to find out how we can capture this titan and use it to our advantage. Not terminate it you moron!” Said a military police official.
“What would the people who saw the crystal titan in action think of that. People see it as a guardian not a threat!” And just like that, debate breaks out. Not minding King Fritz that hasn’t said anything throughout the entire ordeal. Half of the people there think it should be eliminated if contacted again, others suggest hailing it as a protector to keep morale from collapsing. Factions split rapidly; typical of the corrupt nobility.
Premier Zackly leaned back against his chair, tired but sharp-eyed of the nobles ranting. "Until more is known, the 'Obsidian Titan' will be classified as an unknown variable. If it is an ally, we must find it. If it is a threat, we must destroy it."
The nobles seemed okay with this as they bobbed their heads. "Either way, the public must not know. Censorship orders are effective immediately." Said a rather short noble, overweight man, with a round face, short, jagged black hair and a thin black mustache. He was typically seen wearing the clothes of a wealthy man, featuring a white button-front shirt with a black pullover vest, loose black pants and black dress shoes. He had a calm composure unlike most of the nobles or officials, and seemed to have an air of authority around him as nobody protested of his opinion.
The man; Rod Reiss; turned his attention to the garrison. "Control the narrative: The breach was due to unexpected appearance of a colossal and armored titan. No other variant titan was found nor present"
"And the people?" A noble whispered. Rod Reiss clamped his two hands together, resting fully on the table. "The people will do what they always do. Panic... then obey."
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Survey Corps temporary headquarters, Wall Rose.
The scouts have gathered in a field outside the building lit by low campfires and lanterns.
Commander Erwin Smith; newly positioned 13th commander of the survey corps; stands at the head of the gathering, face grim but composed. Next to him was section commander and lead scientist Hange Zoë; who was visibly restless and buzzing with suppressed energy and standing slightly behind Erwin; arms crossed, dead-eyed, tense; is captain Levi: The strongest soldier of humanity.
At the opposite side of the field; Squad leader Mike Zacharias prowled the perimeter, alert. Erwin addressed the soldiers present: "Wall Maria has fallen. More than three quarter of humanity's land has been lost in just 2 days. Thousands are dead. Tens of thousands more will seek refuge. Our casualties are beyond anything we have ever faced."
Erwin could see the discomfort and somberness in the crowd but kept on talking. “And for the first time... Titans have appeared that outmatch anything we've known.”
A cold, terrible silence.
“New, unprecedented Titans have appeared: one armored like a fortress, one taller than any wall we built…and an unknown entity described as a titan of green stone.”
Whispers ripple through the ranks from their commander’s speech.
Then Hange spoke up, her voice trembling with contained excitement. "But there’s more! Reports of the new entity from witnesses called it a 'Crystal Titan.' Some even called it the Wall Guardian, it fought against the armored Titan! A Titan that fought the armored one head-on! This could change everything!"
Some soldiers began to murmur. Hope mixed with terror.
"Is it an ally?" A freshly recruited soldier asked nervously. Erwin hesitates a beat before answering, knowing morale is at a knife’s edge.
"We don't know if this 'crystal titan' is our friend." Erwin responded carefully yet composed,
"But mark my words; whether Titan, man, or monster, if it opposes our true enemy, we will use every advantage. Until we do see if it shares the same goals as us, treat it as a factor—not a friend."
Everyone turns as Levi speaks for the first time since this meeting started, cutting through any murmuring with his trademark bluntness. "Tch. Great. Another pain in the ass to deal with." The short veteran captain said flatly. "If it's hostile, we'll cut it down. If it’s friendly, we still keep our blades ready." Then his eyes sharpened to a cold stare as he glanced around. "Hope doesn’t change how fragile your neck is."
Some of the younger soldiers flinch at his brutal honesty, but others straighten their backs. That’s Levi for ya. Hange, trying to lighten the mood a little, offered a suggestion with a grin plastered on her face, "But imagine it, Levi! Imagine if we could study it! Capture it! Maybe even find a weakness in the other Titans based on its biology! Wait…Maybe we'll ride the crystal titan into battle!"
Levi blinked at that with a deadpan. "I’ll pass. I don’t trust anything bigger than a horse." A few tired chuckles ripple among the soldiers, mostly the veterans, while some younger recruits looked queasy. The first sign of life after the despair.
Erwin cut through the moment with renewed gravity: "For now, our orders are clear. We will help escort the refugees to Wall Rose. Humanity’s will is not so easily broken. The enemy believes we are weak, but they have yet to see our resolve. We will replenish our numbers. And when the time comes..." his blue eyes hardened in determination, "we will reclaim Wall Maria."
The soldiers, exhausted but burning with the ember of hope, stood a little straighter.
Later that same evening…
As the soldiers dispersed; there were only a few survey corps members held back for a quick debriefing. They were all circled around a table, each wearing vague expressions at the item on the table. On top of the wooden table, was a fairly large crystalline material far harder than a rock. Its green color illuminated by the torches of fire around the field. It was Uneven. Cold, yet still warm. It pulsed faintly; like a dying ember that refused to go cold.
Levi stares at the shard in silence, the glint of its jagged edge reflecting in his cold, calculating eyes. He doesn’t speak for a while. Then he crossed his arms narrowing his eyes at the anomaly, “This is the thing they pulled off the monster?”
Hange leaned in, her glasses glinting in the light, hands twitching with the urge to touch it. “Not just a monster, Levi. According to the Garrisons present that day, “Obsidian” as it called itself; fought the Armored Titan. Fought with humanity. That’s the part I can’t wrap my head around.”
Erwin’s eyes narrowed as he studied the shard without touching it. “And what exactly is it made of?”
Mike stepped closer, nose wrinkling. He inhaled deeply, and recoiled. The scent is wrong. Unnatural. “It smells… wrong. Like coal and blood. But not human. Not Titan, either.” He said with unease.
Levi’s expression didn’t change however. “I don’t care what it smells like. What I care about is whether this ‘Obsidian’ or ‘crystal titan’…or whatever the fuck they call it; is on our side.”
“The soldier said it cracked and even pierce through some of the Armored Titan’s armor,” Hange added, voice filled with an edge of awe. “And it didn’t kill any humans. At least not that we know of. It even shielded some of the civilians for evacuation.”
Erwin finally reached forward and tapped the shard with a gloved finger. A serene hum and light buzzed softly beneath the surface. “Is it organic?” Erwin asked. Hange shook her head. “No. Or at least not entirely, didn’t behave like any hard material I’ve seen. Can’t even crack through it with our swords.”
Mike turned away slightly, uneased. “It definitely doesn’t look like it belongs here. That much is clear.” Levi’s eyes never left the shard. “What are the odds this is connected to the armored titan, or any titan to speak of.”
Erwin looked thoughtful. Ever the strategist, Erwin’s mind is already playing chess three moves ahead. “We’re not dealing with just Titans anymore. If ‘Obsidian’ is the result of some new weapon—or worse, a new species—then our enemy is evolving faster than we can counter it. This shard... it's a declaration. Someone wants us to know they're playing a different game now. The timing is too coincidental. Wall Maria falls. The Armored Titan appears. A third entity; Obsidian; arrives and opposes it.
Levi muttered, “Too much bullshit at once.”
Hange rubbed the back of her neck. “I need time to run tests. Maybe it is Titan-related. Maybe not.”
Erwin glanced toward the sky where the upcoming storm roared. “We need answers. Fast. If Obsidian is an enemy, we can’t afford to let our guard down. If it’s an ally… then we may have just seen the first true fight against the Titans that wasn’t led by humanity.”
Levi clicked his tongue. “What if it’s neither? What if it’s something worse than both sides?” The silence that followed was heavy. Even the wind seemed to hush. Hange finally muttered, “Then we better hope it never turns on us.”
Mike glanced back at the shard. "It already has a name," he said lowly. "That means it is obviously sentient."
Nanaba kept her composure the whole time but her gaze lingers on the shard a moment too long. “So the stories are true. There was something out there that fought the Armored Titan... and it almost won. I don’t know if that comforts me or terrifies me.” There’s a faint tremble in her voice. She’s seen what Titans do. But this? This might be worse. “We spent years fighting monsters we barely understood... and now we’ve got new ones showing up in green stone armor that leaves craters in the ground and shards in its wake. What’s next? Flying Titans with cannons for arms?”
No one laughs.
Erwin slowly turned to the small group present, eyes hardening. "If this ‘Obsidian’ appears again... observe, but do not engage without orders. We will learn. We will adapt. We will take back Wall Maria."
Levi muttered quietly, almost to himself. "And we’ll make them regret thinking humanity would die so easily."
The fire crackles higher. Above, the dark sky churns with approaching storms.
The shard illuminated faintly. Still warm, and still cold at the same time. Still alive in some terrifying way. And Levi is the only one who doesn’t flinch when it pulses faintly in the dim lantern light.
Erwin looked intently at the shard, so many questions, yet so little answers. Mysteries were just unravelling at an alarming speed. They need answer, and fast.
“What are you?”
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Wall Rose: Refugee camp.
It was late in the night. Refugee tents scatter the fields; survivors murmur in their sleep. Guard patrols are light; soldiers are exhausted from the chaos. The atmosphere had a quiet, eerie, heavy tension. Not far from the place, a shadowy figure was approaching the medic tents. Their moves quiet and stealthy yet their breathing slow and anxious.
A green light engulfed them, standing in the shadowy figure’s place was a mysterious creature with wings and two glowing green eyes. With that, the person turned creature flew to the tents, one goal only in their mind. Phasing through numerous tents and bypassing military police stationed there, they finally reached their target.
They slipped inside a tent where a certain brunette was sleeping, injured but breathing steadily, with the omnitrix flickering softly on his wrist. Another green light engulfed them changing them back to human. They looked at the unsuspecting sleeping boy, hesitating, visibly emotional, as they just stare at the boy; at Eren.
But they shook their head, removing any form of doubt in their mind.
They had work to do.
They simply walked to the cot bed, kneeled down and touched the Omnitrix directly.
A quiet beep echoing around the tent.
A few minutes later, the figure peeked out of the tent. Seeing the cost was clear, they carried Eren around their arms and left the refugee camp, once again moving quietly to avoid unwanted attention from stationed guards. They carried the sleeping Eren away from the refugee camp. And far into the forest. Away from civilization.
Meanwhile, Grisha Yeager, hidden deep in the forests outside Trost, tightens the grip on his medical bag; where Titan serum is hidden. He knows the time is almost here, and they would soon arrive with Eren soon. His face is torn between regret and resolve.
But he knows he has to do this. Humanity was on the line…The universe was on the line. If he doesn’t do this, then all hope is lost.
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Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Between human and monster
Summary:
Does the omnitrix make Eren more human, alien, or...monster?
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"Forgive me, even if you never remember this."
"…sorry for every… I know… wrong."
"…shouldn’t… carry this…"
"…wish… another way."
"…if you don’t….̴͠ ̴͝e̸̔v̷͝e̵̕r̸̔y̴͝o̵̕n̸̔e̶͝ ̸͠w̵̔i̴͝l̷̕l̶͠ ̸͠d̵̔i̷͝e̸̕.̴͝"
"F̷̔o̴͝r̵̕g̸̔i̴͝v̵̕e̶̔ ̷͝m̸̔e̴͝,̶̕ ̸͠m̵̔y̴͝ ̵̕s̸̔o̷͝n̴̕.̷͠ Live…h̸̔o̴͝w̵̕e̸̔v̷͝e̵̕r̶͠ ̴͝y̵̔o̷͝u̴̕ ̸͠… only wish now."
"…promise… someday… understand."
"Y̸̔o̴͝u̵̕ ̸͠w̵̔i̴͝l̵̕l̶̔ ̷͠b̸̔e̴͝ ̴͠/̵̔h̴͝u̵̕n̸̔t̴͝e̵̕d̶̔/̷͠.̶̕.̸͠.̴͠ ̵͠ hated... ̸͠n̵̔e̴͝v̵̕e̸̔r̴͝ ̵͠b̸̔e̴͝ ̸͠a̵̔l̴͝o̵̕n̸̔e̶͝…… promise…"
"..Stronger than y̸o̸u̸ ̸k̸n̸o̸w̸, Eren…me."
"…n̵̔o̴͝t̵̕ ̸͠a̵̔ ̴͠/̸̔w̴͝e̵̕a̸̔p̴͝o̵̕n̶̔/̷͠.̶̕ ̸͠ m̵̔y̴͝ ̵̕s̸̔o̴͝n̵̕.̶͠ ̷͠I̵̔ ̴͝l̵̕o̸̔v̴͝e̵̕ ̸͠y̵̔o̴͝u̵̕,̴͠ …Eren."
"Rest now, Father….Your part is over.”
“-ren, Eren!”
A gasp escaped Eren’s lips as he abruptly woke up from his sleep. The gasping breath left his lungs ragged, as if he'd drowned in something deeper than water. Sweat clung to his skin like a second layer. Eren sat up sharply in the small cot tucked into the corner of the small tent, heartbeat thundering in his ears. The tent was dim, lit only by the filtered early afternoon sun bleeding through the canvas. Dust hung in the air like ghosts.
“A dream…?” Eren murmured to himself, his voice coming out raspy. The dream—no, the voices— still echoed inside him, but they were already slipping away, leaving only fragments:
"Forgive me..."
"Live..."
"You will be hunted...not a weapon. You're my son."
That was…father’s voice. And some other person. Eren clutched it head, it felt like he should know. But can’t place his head around it. Just a dream. Just him. Eren shuddered, rubbing his face; and froze.
Wait.
No bandages.
His fingers traced smooth skin where deep gashes should have been. Then his right arm, once shattered and in bandages, flexed without pain. Even the bruises from his battle with the armored titan were gone.
What the hell...?
His trembling fingers ran along his face again, brushing along his jaw, his cheekbone. No bandages. No pain. Then to his right arm, again. It Flexed. Gripped. No stiffness. He remembered the searing pain of his broken arm, the bite of the Titan’s jaw, the mangled mess of muscle and bone.
But now…
Nothing.
No bandages. No sling. Just pale, unblemished skin.
“…What…?”
It was… whole.
Eren’s breath hitched in panic.
“No… no, no, no—this… this isn’t right—”
He clutched his wrist, pressing hard as if bruises would reappear if he just tried. But his skin was smooth, unmarred. Not even a scratch from where jagged rubble had shredded his forearm. The boy backed further into the bed, broken ribs expecting to grate along his inner muscles. But his body didn’t resist. No pain shot through his spine. No fire shot through his injured limb as it was supposed to.
His face—whole.
His right arm—unbroken.
His body—healed.
“What is happening to me…” he whispered in tremor, staring at his fingers as if they weren’t his. The green glow on his wrist caught his eye. The strange device embedded on his arm, still dormant, yet dimly pulsing, like it too had… breathed.
Panicked, Eren scrambled to rewrap discarded bandages near the bad around his face and arm, hands shaking. If anyone saw this, it’ll—
The tent flap rustled.
Mikasa stood there, holding a bucket of water, most likely for him.
Their eyes locked.
Mikasa’s gaze dropped to the fresh bandages clutched in his hands, then to his fully healed arm mid-motion.
The bucket fell off her hands, spilling its’ content on the ground. Eren barely had time to react before Mikasa all but tackled him in a hug, kneeling beside his bed.
“Eren!”
“…Mikasa?”
Mikasa didn’t let go, her grip only tightened, arms trembling around him, her forehead pressed against his shoulder like she was afraid he’d. “You’re awake.” Mikasa said; her voice thin and shaking. Eren’s breath hitched; not from pain; but this time for a different reason. He raised his arms instinctively to hug back… and froze again. Eren didn’t know what to do. His fingers curled into the blanket instead. “How long was I out?” he finally murmured.
“…You were out for four days.” Mikasa’s voice broke. “We thought you wouldn’t wake up again.” Eren blinked at the revelation, heart twisting. Four days. That was double the days he was unconscious. Not with how his body looked now. Not with how he felt at the moment. He should still be on death’s edge.
“I’m fine,” he lied. “Just… sore.” He raised an arm as if to prove the lie, forcing himself not to flinch as Mikasa finally pulled back to look at him. Her eyes immediately swept over his body.
No sling.
No bruising.
No bandages.
Just fresh white cloth awkwardly tied around his elbow and jaw, clearly self-wrapped—and poorly. Her lips pressed together in a thin line.
“…Eren,” she said slowly. “Where are your wounds?” He looked away. “They… must’ve healed fast.”
Mikasa’s brows furrowed. “Broken arms don’t heal in less than a week. You were unconscious and feverish just 3 days ago. Your body was overwhelmingly warm, too warm in fact.”
“I’m just lucky,” Eren mumbled, shifting away slightly. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.” But Mikasa didn’t answer. Instead, her hand gently touched the side of his face, brushing against the cheek that had been torn open days ago. Now flawless. She whispered, more to herself than to him, “When you were first treated…They said you shouldn’t have survived. Your pulse was weak. You weren’t breathing right…”
Eren’s fists clenched at his sides. He looked down, feeling like a stranger in his own skin. “I shouldn’t have.” Mikasa looked up sharply. “Don’t say that.”
“You know it’s the truth Mikasa,” Eren snapped, voice tight. “This device. The creatures I can turn into. And now this…That… that isn’t normal. A normal person can’t do that…” There was abrupt silence after those words came out from Eren’s lips. Eren wasn’t really angry. He was just frustrated, confused…and scared.
“You’re alive,” Mikasa said softly, breaking the silence. “That’s what matters.”
“Is it?” Eren asked, quieter this time. “What if this thing on my wrist is the only reason I’m here? What if I’m not me anymore?” Mikasa opened her mouth to respond, but Armin stepped in through the flap, panting slightly, clutching ration breads in his arms tightly.
“Mikasa! I’ve got bread rations, my grandpa—!” He stopped dead when he saw Eren sitting up, arms bare. No sign of bandages. And awake. His face shifted between awe and confusion.
“Eren, you… You’re okay?” Armin asked, voice hopeful but cautious. Eren forced a smile. “Absolutely okay.”
Armin moved closer, eyes narrowing at the absence of injuries. He didn’t say anything at first, just slowly approached Eren’s bed, trying to piece things together. His gaze fell on the Omnitrix, still glowing faintly green.
“I think this thing healed me,” Eren finally admitted under his breath. “Like, all the way.” Armin’s eyes widened. “That… that makes sense. I saw it pulsing during your coma—
“I didn’t ask for it,” Eren muttered. “It just did it. Without permission. I didn’t… earn this.”
“You didn’t have to,” Armin said quietly. “You’re alive. That’s all that matters right now.” Eren looked down his now uninjured arm. Mikasa and Armin were just saying the same thing to reassure him, but truth be told, the feeling wasn’t mutual to him.
“You’ve barely eaten,” Mikasa said, sitting beside him, refusing to let him pull away. “Are you hurting anywhere?” Eren hesitated. His eyes flicked down to his arm again. Then to Mikasa’s soft gaze. She was tired. Her scarf hung loosely around her neck. Her fingers trembled faintly; she’d probably slept minimally to watch him. He forced a smile. “No. Just… sore. Nothing serious.”
Before anybody could leave the tent, Armin spoke up again, but his tone came out thoughtful and serious. “We have to rewrap you,” Armin said plainly.
Eren blinked. “…What?”
“Your wounds,” Armin gestured to Eren’s body, “or at least, what everyone thinks should be there. If anyone outside this tent sees you walking around fully healed, they’ll panic. They’ll ask questions. Questions we can’t answer. Not yet. Think about it. A broken arm can barley heal in just under 6 days. Not even in a week’s time.”
Mikasa nodded grimly. “There’s been tension lately around the refugee camp since you were not awake, there’s been military police soldiers roaming around the camp too often than usual. You healing from those injuries in six days? That would be too suspicious to dismiss.”
A heavy silence settled between them.
“If you go out there right now, no pain, no limp, no sling?” Armin continued. “People will start whispering. Doctors, maybe even the Military Police. They might lock you up. Study you. Fear you.”
Mikasa’s jaw clenched at that. She’ll never let that happen to Eren. Not under her watch.
“So…” Armin kneeled by the bed and began collecting the discarded wrappings Eren had scrambled to grab. “We’re going to make it look like nothing’s changed. You’ll act like you’re still hurt. Wrap your jaw, keep the sling. Walk slow.”
Eren hesitated, swallowing hard. “That’s… lying.” But Armin shook his head. “It’s surviving,” Armin replied. “Just for now.” He gently handed the strips of linen back to Eren. “You don’t have to do this alone. We’ll help you.” Mikasa was already moving to wrap the bandages around Eren’s elbow again. “Let us protect you this time.”
Eren looked down at his hands; hands that should be broken, bleeding, trembling; but weren’t. Slowly, he nodded.
“Okay.”
Eren didn’t say it out loud, but for some reason…why does it feel like something else was in play here? That didn’t seat right with him at all. That gnawed at him. He remembered a hand. The faint shape of a figure. Green… and black…
But more than anything, he remembered the words from that dream.
“...I’m not a weapon…”
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Outside the Tent, Refugee Camp
The sky was dull gray with thin sunlight peeking through the clouds. The refugee camp was a sea of misery. Starving families huddled under makeshift shelters while a child wailed for bread. Eren sat on the outskirts of the refugee line, where people gathered rations—bread, dried vegetables, water. The air was tense with grief and exhaustion, soldiers moved between crowds, issuing orders, avoiding eye contact if needed. Eren walked slower than usual, wrapped in a borrowed coat and bandages as refugees bustled to collect food portions from military wagons. He stuck to the edges, trying to ignore the way people’s voices hushed when he passed. It was unsettling to see a child this ‘injured’. Nearby, two MPs sneered at a limping elder.
“I still don’t get why we’re feeding those damned refugees.”
The second military police officer leaned against a wagon, scoffing. “Tch. More mouths to feed. Should’ve let the Titans cull the weak. The less the better.”
“Right? Why’d these ones get to live?”
Eren froze. He turned slowly, eyes narrowing. His fists clenched so tight, his healed knuckles went white. Using the clutch he was holding onto, he made his way to towards the soldiers.
“Say that again.” Eren snarled in a low voice. The two MPs turned, clearly not expecting anyone to confront them. The older one raised a brow.
“You got a problem, brat?”
Eren’s voice was a low, cracked thing. “You think we wanted to run? That we chose to lose our homes?” The first MP smirked. “Didn’t see any of you on the frontlines when Wall Maria fell.”
“Don’t.” Mikasa’s hand closed gently around Eren’s wrist, having followed Eren the moment the sensed what he was about to do, Armin following close behind as well. Her voice was calm, but dangerous. But Eren wasn’t listening. “You think I didn’t lose anything?” he barked. “You think we wanted to be shoved into these tents while you sit behind stone walls?!”
“Eren,” Armin tried, “let it go—”
“My mother survived,” Eren snarled. “She survived, and we still had to watch people starve and die around us. You have no idea what you’re talking about!” The second, younger MP scoffed. “Maybe she should’ve stayed behind. One less mouth to feed.”
Before Mikasa could stop him, Eren was ready to surge forward, ready to clobber the bastard. That was until a familiar figure came in view, placing a hand in front of Eren and the MPs. “Come on lads. Now’s not the time to be throwing a ruckus.”
A grizzled hand landed on Eren’s shoulder, slightly keeping a good distance between the angered preteen and the Military police officers. The old man’s grip was firm, his voice a low rumble that carried the weight of decades surviving behind the Walls. It was Armin’s grandfather.
“Easy, son,” Grandpa Arlet murmured, his eyes flicking to the MPs with a look that was neither hostile nor submissive; just weary. “These lads are just tired. Long shifts guarding ungrateful nobles’ wine cellars while we starve.”
The older MP’s face twisted. “Watch your tongue, old man.” Grandpa Arlet chuckled, but there was no humor in it. He kept his body angled slightly in front of Eren, a human shield. “Aye, I’ll watch it. Same way you’re watching these refugees instead of helping ‘em.” He nodded toward a nearby family; a mother trying to soothe a crying infant with no milk. “But by all means, keep arguing with a half-dead boy. Real heroic.”
The younger MP’s face reddened, but his partner grabbed his arm. “Forget it. Waste of time.” They stalked off, but not before the older one shot a lingering glance at Eren’s bandaged face.
A beat of silence followed as the MPs disappeared. Then Grandpa Arlet turned his attention to Eren. “Eren.” He said, his voice dropping so only the trio could hear. “You’ve got your mother’s temper and your father’s stubbornness. A damn dangerous combo.” His gaze flicked to the Omnitrix, half-hidden under Eren’s sleeve. “Especially now.”
Eren stiffened. He knew what Armin’s Grandpa was implying about.
Grandpa Arlet eyed some other set of MPs that were going around the refugee camp, and they seemed more…vigilant? Like they were looking for something. He eyed Eren’s poorly wrapped “injuries,” then sighed. “Let’s get you three back to Carla before you dig a deeper grave.”
The trio nodded and began walking as Grandpa Arlet followed behind, not before side eying the MPs lurking around, quickly averting his gaze as one turned to him.
“I don’t like what’s going on. This can’t be good.” The old man thought to himself as he lowered his hat.
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The path to the medical tents was lined with refugees; hollow-eyed; whispering.
“That’s the kid with severe injuries…”
“He’s a lot more injured than I thought…”
“His face… poor thing…”
Eren kept his head down, but his fists clenched. Poor thing. Like he was some helpless victim. Like he hadn’t fought. Mikasa’s hand brushed his elbow, a silent steady. Grandpa Arlet walked ahead, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. Armin noticed how tense his grandpa was ever since unexpected numbers of Military police officers have been patrolling the refugee camp. He had a hypothesis on what this was all about, but he wanted to be sure. Armin stepped closer to his grandfather’s side, voice hushed. “Grandpa… do you think the MPs are here…because of the rumors about—”
“A crystal monster that fought the armored titan?” Grandpa Arlet finished dryly. “Aye. Heard the rumors…Best we’d keep our heads down.” Silence resurfaced as they reached their intended destination.
Carla’s tent was smaller than the others, tucked near the edge of camp. The moment Eren pushed the flap aside, she moved; crutches completely forgotten; lurching forward with a gasp.
“Eren!”
He barely had time to brace before she crushed him in a hug, her trembling fingers carding through his hair. Her body shook against his as she held him tightly, desperately, like she thought she might lose him again. “You’re awake,” she choked. “You didn’t wake up for 4 days straight. I was so scared. I-I thought I lost you,” she whispered into his shoulder.
Eren froze at the touch. Then, slowly, he buried his face in her shoulder. She smelled like antiseptic and sweat, but underneath…home.
“Sorry, Mom,” he mumbled.
Carla pulled back, cupping his face. Her thumbs traced the edges of his bandages, her eyes searching. “Are you okay?”
No. I’m not human anymore. I heard a Titan speak. I’m hearing dad’s voice in my dream. And I’m terrified of what this device is turning me into.
“Yeah,” he lied.
Carla’s gaze flicked to her son’s ear. It’s red.
He’s lying.
“…Eren,” Carla pressed with a stern yet concerned voice this time. “Are you really okay? That question lingered longer.
Eren looked down at his hands. At his healed skin. At the mark that shimmered faintly under his sleeve; the Omnitrix, now dim.
“I…I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I think… I heard my father,” Eren whispered. “He was talking to me. Saying goodbye.”
Mikasa and Armin looked at each other. Grandpa Arlet had been quiet the whole time.
Carla sat down beside him, cautious and worried. “Eren… that might’ve been your brain trying to make sense of what has happened to you. The trauma. The Titan. Maybe even—”
“No mum.” Eren’s voice was firmer now. “This wasn’t just some dream. He said something about being hated… hunted… but not alone.”
He looked down at the device on his wrist.
“Everything else after that, felt…foggy.”
Silence. Outside, the rustle of carts and murmuring of displaced citizens carried in on the breeze. Carla's hands stilled on Eren's shoulders. Her breath caught as a glint of metal peeked out from beneath his collar; a flash of silver against his flushed skin.
That shape...
Her fingers moved before she could think, brushing aside the fabric with a mother's practiced gentleness. The key; Grisha's key; hung from a thin leather cord around Eren's neck, its teeth dulled by time but its weight unmistakable.
This is the key to the basement…
"Eren," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Where did you get this?"
Eren blinked, confused, before looking down. His own fingers touched the key as if seeing it for the first time. “Wha- when did I…” Eren stared at it in stunned silence. “This wasn’t here before.”
Mikasa leaned closer, her sharp eyes narrowing. "That's... the basement key."
Carla’s hands hovered, uncertain. Her lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. Then she looked at Eren, her voice a hush of disbelief. “I remember your father leaving with the key before heading for his business trip. I’m sure he wore it…how did it get here?...”
Grandpa Arlet cleared his throat. “Carla, we’ve got trouble brewing…”
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Four days ago…
The candle-lit Reiss chapel, hidden deep beneath the surface of a remote forested region. Night has fallen. The tremors of war still echo faintly in the stone walls, and tension hangs like smoke in the dim air.
A young woman with long lush onyx hair knelt before the old chapel’s altar, her white cloak brushing the floor. Her glowing purple eyes were distant, seeing through time, memories, and blood. This was Frieda Reiss, the true queen of the walls.
“Walls… fall again. The sin we built upon... crumbles with it.” Frieda whispered to herself. Footsteps echo behind her. Rod Reiss; her father; emerged from the tunnel entrance, his expression grim.
“They’ve come. Titans breached Wall Maria. Shiganshina is lost. The entire of wall Maria is done for. Trost will follow next.”
Frieda barely reacted to the news as she kept kneeling down. “Yes. I felt it. Their cries... they still echo in here.” She said, placing a hand on her chest.
“We must act. You must act. This is our moment to remind the people that only the Reiss line can protect them. The government is in disarray. The nobles squabble like dogs. We need you to show them strength.” Rod said walking closer, his expression more agitated by the minute. He grabbed hold of her shoulder, hoping she would pay full attention to him.
“And what does strength mean to you, father?” Frieda said quietly, the glow of her eyes more prominent. “Titan jaws tearing more flesh? More minds twisted by false peace?”
Rod tightened his grip on her shoulder. “Don’t speak in riddles now. We don’t have the luxury of philosophy. The people need order. Hope. They need their queen.” Rod’s voice faltered as Frieda turned to face him fully.
“What hope do we give them when we lie about the walls, about history, about everything? Do you want me to parade their ignorance as mercy again?”
Rod sighed. This wasn’t getting anywhere. “There is something else. A new Titan was seen. Not from Marley. Not from here. Crystalline green, like diamond. It fought the Armored Titan. And almost won. It was… monstrous, but controlled. Precise. The garrisons have already begun calling it the Wall Guardian.” His voice laced with desperation.
Frieda’s eyes widened slightly. “…It wasn’t born of this world. Just like that one in the chapel.”
Rod’s face turned to a grim expression. “Then you understand why we must exterminate it. The people will ask questions. If we don’t control the story, someone else will. Perhaps we say it is a demon in Titan’s form. A harbinger meant to awaken havoc within the walls.”
Frieda looked at her father with a steely look. “I won’t be your symbol of control.”
Rod became frustrated with Frieda’s answers. “Then you doom us! Do you think the King’s vow will protect you when our enemies are no longer men or even Titans, but something beyond comprehension?”
A moment of tense silence followed. Nobody daring to say a word. Until Frieda broke the silence.
“There was a boy… I couldn’t see his face, only… green light. He is at the center of all this. Not Marley. Not the church. Him. A boy who bears the burden of a world not his own.
This got Rod Reiss intrigued. “What boy?”
“His name… I couldn’t hear it. He carries more than the Founding Titan’s memories. More than blood. Something alien. Something ancient.” Frieda said more to herself.
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Later that night, Frieda sat alone in her royal chambers. She opened a hidden journal and begins writing: notes on the Obsidian Titan, the fractured paths, and her dread.
“If what I felt is true… then even the Founding Titan may become meaningless soon. There is something in that green light I do not understand. A signal, a code, a design never meant for us. We are no longer the center of this story.”
The next day…
Rod Reiss became increasingly agitated the moment he heard those words from Frieda. What truly unsettles him, however, is the appearance of this new Titan; the crystal titan which clearly wasn’t part of the Reiss' inherited memories or royal bloodline. He was determined to reassert control before the people begin rallying behind this unknown protector. Sitting across him were some high-ranking officials and nobles of whom he trusts. The candlelight cast deep shadows across Rod’s face; all occupants were deep within the Interior MP Headquarters.
"You understand the implications now. There’re titans among us now, thanks to the colossal and armored titan breaching wall Maria. A new one though, has never been seen before. One the people already call the Crystal titan. We cannot allow this... anomaly to go unchecked." Rod said, surveilling every reaction of the officials seated.
A noble was hesitant however. "This crystal Titan—Obsidian I mean—defended the wall. It fought against the armored one. Rumors are already spreading fast, the people are already calling it a hero."
"So did they once call the devils within the Walls heroes. And look what it wrought." Rod said coldly.
"Do we know who controls it?" An MP officer asked. Rod shook his head in negative response. "Not yet. But we will. Begin surveillance on all remaining Shiganshina refugees. That aberrant must have surely slipped into the walls, there’s no way it can just disappear like that."
Mumurs and glances were exchanged among everyone present. “Shouldn’t we be focusing on looking for the armored and colossal titan users as well? Or is this-?”
“Those can wait.” Rod curtly interrupted. “As of now, our focus must be on this creature. It’s just too dangerous to be let loose. Far smaller than an average titan, yet from reports, it’s easily more lethal. It might not even be a titan in fact; it could be something…worse.”
A noble raised his eyebrows in confusion. “If this is what I think it is. Why not leave it to those Knights of yours?”
The noble’s question hung in the air like a blade unsheathed. Rod Reiss’ lips thinned, fingers steepled before him. Before he could answer, a shadow detached itself from the corner of the room; a figure cloaked in midnight blue, his presence unnoticed until now.
A man who was tall, broad-shouldered, having almond hair streaked with silver tied back in a warrior’s knot. A thick beard, neatly trimmed, framed a face weathered by battles unseen. His cloak; deep indigo with silver embroidery; swayed as he moved, revealing glimpses of polished armor beneath: a breastplate etched with the Reiss crest, vambraces lined with alien glyphs and an infinity symbol. But it was his eyes that unsettled the room: pale gold, like a predator’s yet brimming with a charisma that made men lean in whenever he spoke.
“There will be no rash action,” The almond haired man said, his voice a calm thunder as he stepped into the candlelight. “Not until we confirm what this ‘Obsidian’ truly is.”
The nobles stiffened. One MP officer scoffed. “And who are you to dictate—?” Aldric’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The air crackled. Rod raised a hand, silencing the room. “Sir Aldric and his knights has served the Reiss bloodline since the beginning of the titan wars. In other words, over 100 years now. His knights answer only to me.” His gaze swept the table. “If you doubt his authority, you doubt mine.”
A beat of silence. That-That’s impossible, this man has been alive for over a century???
“If it is the same creature from the chapel,” Aldric continued, fingers tracing the pommel of his blade, “then I will finish what I started.”
With a hiss of steel, he drew his sword.
SHING.
The sword hissed as it slid from its sheath. The blade was like no ordinary steel. Gleaming silver, yet unnervingly dark around the edges, as though the light itself refused to linger on it. Runes pulsed dimly along its fuller. The nobles recoiled; not from fear; but from something deeper. Instantaneous terror . This was no ordinary steel. The air itself warped around it, as if the sword cut reality just by existing.
Aldric’s golden eyes gleamed in the weapon’s eerie light. “I carved shards off from a very similar creature’s body yesterday night. If this ‘Obsidian’ is the same abomination that defiled our sacred grounds—” He flipped the blade, its edge singing. “—then it will learn why humanity’s wrath outlives the stars.”
Rod Reiss turned his attention back to all the shaken nobles and officials present. “Gentlemen, this is Sir Aldric; leader of the Forever Knights.”
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