Welcome to the first chapter of my first fanfic!
NOTICE:
-the character Fyllie June belongs to me.
-(Fyllie pronunciation: "FILL-ee")
-the rest of the characters with identified names belong to the anime and manga series Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin.
-"Trost Univeristy", "the Scouts", "The University of Utgard", "the Titans", while of course are referenced from the series, are fanmade (by me) colleges and teams, and the idea belongs to me, and are not a part of the Attack on Titan's existing story.
-"Paint Wars", while exists as the well known electronic music festivals, is the name of the College Paintball Sport Association in the fanfic.
-Thanks for reading!
Fyllie was curled up in her office chair in her college dorm room, hugging her knees to her chest, playing with her yellow-orange hair. She sighed and looked solemnly out the window, sniffing a bit. She felt horrible. She had skipped class this morning, because she had only gotten back to her dorm at 5am, after being at the hospital all of the last night with her parents. Her mom and dad had gotten in a car crash, and they were badly injured, still unconscious.
The door opened and Fyllie jumped up, flipping her hair trying to look ever so slightly more presentable, and that she was doing something other than just sitting in her chair moping. She just looked messy, having not showered the night before, due to the crash. Fyllie turned her head down slightly, avoiding the judging gaze of her roommate.
"Ugh. Seriosusly? I have friends coming over soon, get yourself together or get out," the other girl demanded, rolling her eyes.
"On it..." Fyllie managed to say, as she sniffed and slipped on her neon green and orange high tops, grabbing her bag and then leaving the room. The words from the other girl made Fyllie's chocolate-brown eyes sting, and her cheeks and nose flushed red like she wanted to cry. Her roommate didn't know what had happened, and even if she did she probably would not have said anything differently.
Fyllie bit her lip and pulled her hair up in a ponytail, hoping the redness on her face would fade, even though when it did it would reveal her absurd amount of freckles, which was only ever so slightly less worse.
About an hour later, Fyllie had left the college campus by bus and arrived at the one place that she never seemed to falter. A Paintball park. Paint balling was something she had always loved and been great at, her favorite hobby. It was what she spent her money on, and where she went whenever she was bored. It was one thing she never lacked confidence in. Even better, because of her size and height, 5"2 (157 cm) people wouldn't think of her as someone being good at paintball, and she always got to prove them wrong. Fyllie didn't care about that today, though. She just came to get her mind off things.
"I'm here for the next game of capture the flag," she said quietly, then handed over her debit card to pay. The freckled girl then went into the room the guy at the desk pointed her towards, where her team of strangers was gearing up, introducing one another and discussing their strengths and weaknesses on the field. She silently geared up as well with a red vest and paintgun. After she did so, she looked down and got on her phone.
"Red Team, enter the field!" Someone said through the announcer a little while later. Fyllie's teammates started leaving through a hallway opposite of the entrance, and she felt someone tap her on the shoulder to get up and go.
"You know what to do, kiddo? Where our flag is? The game plan? Where their blue flag is? Divide and conquer? Watch each other's backs?" The person who tapped her asked, looking at her like she was going to be the most useless member, like some inadequate child.
The freckled girl didn't answer, infact she walked past him and pulled out her earbuds, plugging them into her phone and sticking the pieces into her ears, pushing past the crowd, and getting to the front of them, despite the looks she was receiving. She brushed them off and shook her head waiting for the signal. And when the game started, Fyllie unpaused her music on her earbuds string, and then rushed into the arena, feeling the muscles in her legs pop as she propelled herself forward with one beginning stride that made her teammates behind her freeze for a monent in shock and realization.
The arena was make of all wooden obstacles, little huts and shacks and walkways. There could be people hiding anywhere, but not this early into the game. Fyllie was fast, no one could have ventured this far out yet from the other side. She held her gun in her left hand, holding it behind her as she sprinted through the course, taking a quick turn up a wooden walkway, her eyes darting left and right scanning for people.
Someone on the right aiming at her. Fyllie couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across her face as she grabbed onto a post on the walkway, using it to spin around off the dock. She twisted into a side flip, landing in a crouch to duck and roll, then shot the guy right in the face mask, inevitably blocking his vision for the majority rest of the game.
Hell yeah.
Another one. Fyllie dodged a paintball aimed right at her head, rolling to the side, shooting her attacker in the face mask, kipping up, only to jump into a backflip dodging another paintball. She began sprinting again, shooting people as she came across them, ducking, rolling and flipping through the fastest path towards where she knew the flag would be. She made sure her steps were quick and light, her music still blasting into her ears, honing her focus.
After another few minutes, Fyllie had counted 16 people she had most likely eliminated by shooting their hands in places she knew would make it impossible for them to use their gun, and covering their face masks in paint, (one is not able to remove their face mask during the game at any point in time for safety purposes), and a few people she had managed to effectively escape with some well placed "crotch-shots". And the end was finally in sight. Fyllie slowed down and dropped low, under a walkway behind a post, making sure not to be seen. There were 6 members about 25 yards away, (about 23 meters) stationed around a huge wooden structure that was topped off with their bright blue flag.
Fyllie could feel herself grin, and felt the rush of wonderful impulse course through her. She took a deep breath and rushed out from behind the post without a fear, shooting the first man she saw, using the walkway as cover. He shouted, yelling that he'd been shot, and someone was coming.
Fyllie came out from under the walk way, immediately taking fire from her opponents. She gracefully dodged the paintballs with her signature side flips and rolls, sometimes using her gun as a shield, as the men continued to shoot at her. The freckled girl managed to get two good shots at the men, paint now splattered on their face masks, and a good crotch-shot on another guy, who was now throwing up over the side of their tower. Three more left.
The freckled girl ducked a shot and rolled over to another walkway, grabbing onto the wood to swing herself up on top, fortunately being able to block a headshot just in time with her gun. The walk way she had gotten on didn't lead straight up to the top of the tower, for there was about an 8-foot gap in between the two platforms, and it was also about 6 feet taller.
Just go, Fyllie thought to herself, managing to take out just one more guy with a shot to his wrist causing him to drop his gun, and then a shot to his face mask. She took a few powerful sprinting steps towards the edge of the walk way and then leapt, reaching out to grab the edge of the wooden platform. Her fingertips just barely met the wood, and she felt her heart skip a beat when she got the feeling she might be falling, but she managed to get a grip, and swiftly pulled herself up, immediately having to roll out of the way of fire, front flipping and backwards rolling under her opponent's legs to kick him off his feet, taking his gun so he fell to the ground unarmed, then finally finishing off the last man with two paintballs right in his face mask.
Fyllie left out the smallest sigh of triumph, and dropping her gun, she wrapped her fingers around the cold pole of the other team's flag and smiled.
Paint Wars Tryouts, August 18th, 3pm, Trost University's Paint Wars Arena
Students of Trost University, come represent your college and be part of the Scouts, one of the leading Paintball Teams in the nation!
Compete in 20 grueling seasonal matches against other colleges, and help us beat our rival, the University of Utgard's Terrible Titans!
This year we have 9 open spots, which will be lead by our one and only Captain Levi Ackerman!
We will provide tryout participants and new team members with the paintguns and the gear.
You will be required to have athletic footwear and clothes you wouldn't mind getting roughed up.
Practice and Match Schedule will be established at tryouts for those who make the team.
Notice: NO freshmen are allowed to tryout. Sophomores and up ONLY; Freshies, have a free year before committing to Paint Wars!
LESSONS* ARE available to take throughout the year if you have an interest in becoming part of the team next season, and are HIGHLY recommended!
Fill out the waiver below and bring them to tryouts! Waivers will also be available at tryouts.
We hope to see you there!
- Coach Erwin Smith, Captain Levi Ackerman, and Your Future Teammates: Petra Ral, and Hanji Zoe
Make sure to check our website if you have any extra questions!
August 18th... That was two days ago, Fyllie thought as she sighed sadly, feeling her heart drop as she read the poster in the hallway of one of her class's buildings. The freckled girl took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair in disappointment as she couldn't take her eyes off the poster. That was the only reason she had transferred to Trost University this year as a sophomore. To be part of the Scouts. To be part of Paint Wars. Of course, she wouldn't not go to the hospital when her parents had gotten into a car wreck, but it was at the most unfortunate time that they could've gotten injured. Fyllie was almost glad they were still unconscious so she didn't have to tell them she missed tryouts because of their wreck. She just sighed and after a good minute or two, finally managed to pull herself away from the poster.
Fyllie trudged back to her dorm room, dragging her feet all the way, hoping her roommate wasn't there. To her dismay, she was sitting on her bed when Fyllie entered the room, but instead of ignoring her or saying something mean, she said, "Hey, Fyllie. Our dorm director left you this." She handed Fyllie a piece of paper. Fyllie didn't think she had done anything wrong this early into the year, she had only arrived a week ago. She curiously read the note.
Fyllie, Trost University's Paint Wars Coach Erwin Smith would like to talk to you.
Fyllie read the email address on the note, which apparently was Coach Erwin's. That's weird, she thought, setting the note down on her desk, opening her laptop. "Thanks," she said to her roommate, going to her email.
"Hello, Mr. Smith, I heard you wanted to speak with me? -Fyllie June" Fyllie typed, double checking she had entered the correct email address, then hitting send. I wonder what that's about.
Later that night, Fyllie checked her email again and noticed she received a reply from Erwin.
"Hello, Fyllie June. Nice to meet you, and thank you for emailing me. I would like to meet with you to discuss the Paint Wars team with you sometime tomorrow. Would you mind coming to my classroom in building 13, room 57 tomorrow? I have class in the morning from 8-11. If you agree, offer a time that would work well for you tomorrow that you could stop by. If there isn't a time available tomorrow, perhaps the day after that. Thank you. -Erwin Smith"
The freckled girl felt a pang of anxiety in her stomach, like she was going to be in trouble for not showing up at tryouts. However, how would Erwin even know her name? Or that she existed? She had just come to Trost University this year, and how would she know that she even liked paintball? It was something she mentioned in her bio somewhere in her application for Trost, but she doubted a college professor and coach, even of the Paint Wars team would have seen it.
At the end of the night, Fyllie had arranged a time that she would meet with Coach Erwin Smith the next afternoon.
Well this will be interesting, Fyllie thought as she entered Building 13 and walked down the hallways until she came to Room 57. The door was wide open, and Fyllie peaked in, seeing a strong-looking, blonde-haired man sitting at his desk writing on some papers. Fyllie knew it was Erwin, she had seen his pictures on the university's website, and in pictures of the "Paint Wars News" and such. She lightly knocked on the doorframe before stepping inside the room.
"Hello? Coach Smith?" She said. Erwin looked up and nodded, smiling ever so slightly, getting up out of his chair, walking over to her. He was tall and built, with a posture and body language that demanded respect.
"Hello, Fyllie," he said, offering his hand to shake. Fyllie took his hand and smiled nervously. "Thank you for meeting with me today. Come, please, sit." He lead her over to his desk, where he had a chair set up for her. "Thank you for meeting with me today, I hope it hasn't caused you any trouble."
"Of course," Fyllie smiled, "it's cool."
"That's good to hear," he said as he sat in his seat and pulled out his phone, unlocking it and then turning it around to show her something. Fyllie saw that it was an image, an image of her, at the Paintball Park yesterday. She was surprised, and shifted nervously. Was he stocking her? No, it was a footage of a camera from inside the arena. Strange. "I bet you've been wondering what this is about, no? So tell me, this is you, right?" Erwin asked.
It was obvious it was Fyllie. Who else had bright yellow hair with random natural streaks of orange, and wore neon green and orange shoes? Plus the absurd amount of freckles on her face. She noticed that she had been wearing her "Trost University" hoodie that day as well. "Yeah, that's me, sir," Fyllie said, more curious than ever as to what he was going to say next.
Erwin smiled and swiped to a video on his camera roll and hit play. It was a video of her in action at the arena, kicking major ass. Fyllie couldn't help but feel a little prideful upon seeing it on a video. "Fyllie, I have to say, what remarkable skills you have. A friend of mine works at this Paintball Arena, and sent me this yesterday, telling me that someone who appeared to be wearing a Trost University sweatshirt with the registered name of "June", showed up at his arena and absolutely shocked everyone. I immediately searched the student database for the name, and evidently I found you to be a sophomore, who had classes starting the 14th, so I knew you must have arrived last week. I contacted your dorm director to see if you wanted to meet with me, and here we are."
So that's how I'm here, Fyllie thought, running through his story, which all made sense. She didn't really know how respond, and she bit her lip, feeling ashamed that she had to have missed tryouts for his team. "Yeah, that's me," Fyllie said a bit quieter.
"Now, my first question is, how did you get these skills? And then, why weren't you at tryouts two days ago? Did you not know we had a Paint Wars team? And if you did, why did you not show up?" Erwin asked, scooching ever so slightly forward on his seat.
"Well, I've been paintballing ever since I was a kid, and I did gymnastics and free-running/parkour rec classes at my local gym," Fyllie answered, looking ever so slightly down. "And I knew there was a Paint Wars team, and I planned on trying out, I really did. Believe me, I was always checking the university's website to make sure the tryout date didn't change, and it's the main reason why I transferred here to Trost as a sophomore, to be a part of the Scouts. But you see two nights ago before tryouts, my parents got into a car crash and I had to go home to see them in the hospital. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I skipped. I wanted to come, I really did, Mr. Smith." Fyllie sighed sadly, biting her lip.
Fyllie looked up at Erwin, afraid that he was going to be angry. To her relief, his eyebrows raised and his face morphed into shock and sympathy. "Oh Fyllie, that's horrible. I hope you parents are okay, right?"
"Yeah they're okay, sir. Thanks..." Fyllie said, looking down again.
"Don't fret, I don't blame you at all for not coming to tryouts, not even in the first place, but knowing now your reasons, I'm more than happy that they're okay, and you have nothing to worry about, Fyllie. Hopefully this lifts your spirits," Erwin said, pausing for a moment. "Fyllie, a position has opened up on the team, and I would like to know if you would be interested in filling it."
Fyllie's head shot up. A spot? On the team? How? And herself getting it? "Sir, are you serious?..." Fyllie asked, not even trying to hide the complete surprise on her freckled face. "But tryouts were just days ago, surely there's others."
"Ah, yes. It just so happened that before I was about to contact the 10th place person who just barely made the cut, telling them that they made the team, my friend sent me the video footage of you, and I knew that you would be much more of a valuable player, so I just had to contact you, of course nothing against them, or anyone else who didn't make the cut. And you see, the reason there is an open spot, is because Petra Ral, a junior, highly skilled, wonderful girl, great dedication and teamwork skills, quick-thinking and bright, had unfortunately suffered a severe injury the other day. She seems to have broken her leg, and she will be out for the rest of the season," Erwin said.
"Petra? That's horrible Mr. Smith, what happened?" Fyllie asked, surprised. She'd seen pictures of Petra as well all over, and she had never met her, but she knew she would like her. Petra seemed so nice and adorable, and word was she was a total badass at paintball, and she got injured? That would be horrible for her, and especially the team. It was just now sinking in to Fyllie that she could be part of the Scouts, but blocking the excitement was a fear that she would never be as good at Petra and people wouldn't like her. She already hadn't even showed up at tryouts.
"A horrible accident in the arena. Just yesterday morning she was practicing alone in the gym, which take note of, is not allowed for this specific purpose, and took a disastrous fall," Erwin replied, sighing. "But she will hopefully make a full recovery and make it back to the team next year. Anyways, on the lighter note; Fyllie, would you do the honors in taking Petra's place on the Scouts this year? We would love to have you, as long as you dedicate yourself and commit to the team."
"O-Of course, Mr. Smith, yes, I'll be a part of the team, thank you, thank you so much," Fyllie said, nodding her head, feeling the adrenaline, the joy, and the shock all at once. She also made a mental note to soon find Petra wherever she was and thank her, and give her a gift basket of some sorts.
Erwin smiled. "Excellent, Fyllie. Then you can address me now, as Coach Erwin, or Smith. Whichever you would prefer."
"Yes, of course Coach Erwin," Fyllie said, deciding Coach Erwin had a better ring to it than Coach Smith. Fyllie felt a grin spreading on her face as Erwin handed her the practice and match schedule. Then He stood up and started to lead her back to the doorway. She got up as well, and shook his hand when he offered it. "Thank you so much, Coach. I won't let you down."
"Of course, Fyllie. It was my pleasure. Glad to have you on the team, and thank you for meeting me today. I'm sure you'll do great things for the scouts this year," Erwin said. Fyllie nodded and was about to leave when Erwin said, "Oh, and one more thing. After tryouts, we had already assigned partners for the year. Petra Ral was Captain Levi Ackerman's partner, so naturally you will be Levi's partner."
A shiver suddenly went down Fyllie's spine. Levi Ackerman's partner? Captain Levi's partner? Oh, kill me. This will not go well, not at all. Levi had been on the team for three years already, this year being his fourth, he started as a senior in high school, he was just that good. This was his third year being captain, and word was he was mean as absolute hell. He was a stone cold badass who didn't like anyone, except Petra Ral, who many of the college students and fans of Paint Wars shipped him with. Levi is going to hate me, Fyllie thought, as she smiled and waved at Erwin before leaving the room. Levi is going to hate me.
Hey! Thanks for reading the first Chapter of Attack on Paint Wars! Sorry that it is a little slow, this chapter is basically just meeting our main character Fyllie, and introducing the plot. The next chapters will be a tad longer, and I promise that in the next chapter and chapters to come, there will be much, much more of the character I'm sure the majority of you are reading this for: Levi Ackerman, the others of course. (Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Connie, Christa, Ymir, Jean, Marco, Reiner, Annie, and Hanji.)
I hope you stick around and see where this story goes! Thank you for your time!
-the character Fyllie belongs to me.
-the rest of the characters with identified names belong to the anime and manga series Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin.
-Thanks for reading!
Excerpt from the next chapter:
But just before the freckled girl started to fall, she suddenly felt a pair of strong, cold hands make contact with her lower torso, one on the left side of the small of her back, the other slightly behind her right hip, giving her goosebumps. The hands pushed her forwards and up with such a force it was like she had jumped with her own legs, propelling her through the air, high enough to reach the ledge of the platform, grab on and pull herself up. Once she had stood up, she quickly grabbed the flag and looked towards Coach Erwin, hoping he didn't notice how red her cheeks were. She couldn't help but look down to the ground as well, where Levi stood crossing his arms and looking away from her. As much as Fyllie hated to admit it, she needed Levi's help for a lot on this team. But Levi also needed her. Levi glanced up at Fyllie and shook his head like her performance wasn't good enough, like he had been doing. But before he looked away again, Fyllie could have sworn she saw the hint of a smile on his lips.
Next chapter coming soon!