A/N: Special thanks to Welcome to Nightvale's episode about the faceless old woman. If I'm not listening to that on my way back home I wouldn't be writing this now, do I .
Cheers for Res_CVX for taking the time for thoroughly checking this part for errors and stuff. You guys owe her the rest of this fic.

On the 25th of March, Carla gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

She decided to name him Eren-for some reason the name just suddenly came up to her head, like some sort of a whisper of the wind-on the day of the baby shower when the guests asked eagerly about the soon-to-be-born baby boy's name.

Eren, the name failed to ring a bell and she never heard of the word before but that's what came out of her mouth that day instead of the name she chose for her son. She could have corrected everyone at the party, but thinking about it, "Eren," Carla remembered whispering the name to hear it roll out of her mouth the second time, maybe she'll call him Eren from now on. She doubts Grisha would disagree; her husband already assured her that the child's name is up to her.

Luckily for the couple, Eren grew up just fine with little to no problems in walking, talking, and understanding the things around him that started piquing his curiosity the more coherent he spoke.

Well, everything was fine was what they thought until Eren had an imaginary friend.

Eren was two when he started talking by himself whenever he was left alone or playing. They would usually hear him say a word the couple presumed to be corporal-a word that took them days in deciphering from little Eren's still underdeveloped speech- which the Jaeger couple found strange, no one taught him that word. Carla was sure because she never allowed her son near the television unless she can supervise, and she's the only one other than her husband who takes care of Eren, and none of them can see any explanation how their son knew such word from.

Eren, at age four, is as energetic as ever, and now that he was old enough, they enrolled him to a preschool a 10-minute car ride away from home. Some weeks after Eren's admission, the preschool called and asked her to come to the school at once.

Carla was taken back to find out that apparently, Eren was caught talking to his classmates. The problem being Eren's choice in vocabulary, so bad that their assigned teacher can't help herself but gape at the boy as he went and talked about his imaginary adventure as a superhero fighting evil giants, a disturbing choice of adjectives thrown left and right every once in a while.

When confronted-most especially about where and whom did he learn these from from an enraged Carla-Eren, in tears, told them that that is how the corporal told him he was like before.

The boy's response raised questions not only from Carla but also from the teachers involved in Eren's little incident. None of the teachers managed to name this man Eren talks about, much to Carla's despair-although she remembered Eren say "corporal" a few years ago when he started talking.

Everyone soon concluded that this coporal was Eren's some sort of an imaginary friend. Despite the ongoing mystery behind Eren's appaling choice of words, the school let the problem slide with Eren swearing to never speak of the words again.

At age 7, Eren came home from school proudly showing Carla his drawing of the corporal-which may grow into a problem if Eren has not gotten over having imaginary friends at his age-a man wearing some sort of a tie, knee-high boots, and belts-which she was sure are belts upon seeing her boy play with their belts and tie it around his limbs in a way similar to his drawings, saying that he wants to know what it feels like to be the corporal. The corporal's clothing are not commonly worn, not in a fashion like this, anyway and she continues to wonder where and how did Eren came up with these for a friend. She poured her questions to the thought that kids are highly imaginative, because Grisha, for a doctor, cannot give a logical explanation himself about their child's behaviour and told her to wait it out and bring him to a specialist if he were not to grow this behaviour out.

Eren was nine when they finally took action and had Eren checked. Sessions later, they never heard a word about a short, scowling man in belts and leather boots who complains about cleanliness and carries an appalling vocabulary.

Or so they thought.

E/N: believe it or not its /roughly/ based on this "real" ghost story I have read when I was I think 12 (when I was on that horror/paranormal phase and researched the shit out of ghosts and demons and all that crazy shit)

and right now I'm taking the chance to tell you that I don't know how make my characters happy in a normal way so get the hint (tho its already in the tags and warnings lol)

also if you're wondering how the fuck did I ever managed to remember something like that is to be blamed on my selective memory, I guess because I dunno how either