The Man who brought Attack On Titan to the world

Summary: When a super fan of the popular hit manga, Shingeki no Kyojin, dies and gets reborn into a world where people look flawless. He is crushed by the fact that his favourite manga does not exist. "This cannot continue! If Shingeki no Kyojin doesn't exist, then I'll make it exist!". These are the words that lead to the most popular Franchise ever made!

I do not own Skip Beat.

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The feeling of waiting for a new update for your favourite manga...

There is nothing quite like it.

The month of waiting, can pledge one's very soul into despair, a feeling that can only go away when the next chapter is released, the heavily feeling of all that stress and burden just melts off your shoulder's, just by you seeing one simple line.

This was the feeling that 25 year old, Trevor Filt felt, every time he logged onto the computer, he always felt compelled to check for any new updates for his favourite manga, even though it was near the deadline.

His favourite manga, went by the name of 'Shingeki no Kyojin' or 'Attack on Titan' in English.

The day he discovered it, was the day his world turned on his head, every chapter was like pure gold and he was swimming in the jackpot.

Since then, he had brought everything that went under that name.

He had brought every figurine raging from cute Chibi's to highly realistic figurines that cost almost 100 pounds each, it took real dedication to buy volume after volume, on the day they were supposed to come out in Japan.

His room was a Shingeki no Kyojin shrine, but his obsession didn't stop there, he frequently sent letters to Hajime Isayama, himself, praising him for another brilliant chapter, or urging him to hurry up in releasing the next one, he even went to Japan, found the man and followed him for a while.

But at long last, Shingeki no Kyojin was coming to an end, the final chapter was out and what a journey it had been.

Quiet a ride and who would thought, it would end like this? Just one more chapter and he would have nothing to look forward to for the next month, but he couldn't resist the allure, it was too strong, all he had to do was click.

Click...

Why wasn't he clicking!?

Why was it suddenly so hard for him to breath?

Oh, that's right, years in his room had made his body more fat than water.

Was he having a heart attack?

Shit, not now.

M-Must C-Cli- He willed his thump to move.

But darkness overtook his vision and all he could think about was...Shit, I didn't get to finish it.

So he died with a deep and longing regret.

But the next thing he know, he was in a room full of sleeping toddler's, later he found out, he was in an orphanage, and he was once again skinny and in the body of a three year old.

He had the most unusual shade of hair anybody had ever seen, it was actually, the colour of blood and his eyes were a really nice shade of yellow, he had been named 'Butch', like some dog.

He was in some town, in America that nobody had ever heard of called 'Bentonville', which was surprisingly a very beautiful place than how you would picture it, he couldn't understand why it wasn't so well known like places, like Florida or California.

For year's, he felt like he was going to die because he didn't have his monthly Manga's right by his side, Elementary was painfully slow for him, middle school was another drag but when he got to High school..

Those where the year's, he looked forward to, those where the year's, he could start working and sample the manga books of the world. He could finally get his eyes on his beloved Shingeki no Kyojin, even if it was behind his own world.

Yes, he could tell this wasn't his own world, because there was not a single wrinkly person in sight, even the old looked a thousand times better than his first life, and even though he reached teenage hood, he had yet to pop, one zit on his face.

So he got a job at a convivence store, and when he got enough cash for Manga, he hit the nearest book store and found the Manga section.

He must have been skimming through it for hours, trying to find Shingeki no Kyojin or a book that looked like it, even if it was under a different name.

Nothing.

He had been forced to go back home because the Bookstore had closed. He went home and used the orphanages computer to goggle the words 'Shingeki no Kyojin'.

He must have spent a whole week looking for that title but to no success, and despair finally set in when he reached the only conclusion he could about why he couldn't find the manga 'Shingeki no Kyojin'.

Shingeki no Kyojin, did not exist.

He felt his whole world crumble around him, as he realised, he would never await the arrival of that sweet, sweet monthly manga or once again build up his impressive collection of figurines. That he would never again visit the 'Shingeki no Kyojin' attraction in Universal Florida, or laugh at how bad the live action movies are.

He felt empty inside and went into a period of depression.

He didn't eat or sleep.

With his manga, he was nothing.

No.

He refused to let his obsession end like this.

If Shingeki no Kyojin, didn't exist.

Than he would make it exist.

But drawing Manga was harder than it looked, fortunately he was one of those people who aspired to draw manga in his past life so he wasn't completely helpless.

This world deserved to know of Hajime Isayama work, even if the man didn't exist here, his work would live on through him.

So every day, when he got back from school and had done his homework, he would draw and draw, he would draw for hours until it was light out, he kept on drawing despite his hands aching.

For five whole years straight, he draw day in and day out, never satisfied with his own drawing ability, if he was going to bring his favourite Manga to life, than he couldn't afford to do it half the quality of the original work.

He was so focused on his greater goal, that he didn't pay attention to what was going on around him, or the guy who had debuted in Japan and had managed to earn his spot in Hollywood, if he had cared about the entertainment industry that didn't include anime, than he would have stopped and stared at the guy who looked just liked him but was actually two years younger than him.

He had graduated at 20, and had immediately pleaded with a bank to lead him some money to start his own Anime studio.

He could be very persuasive.

The people from the bank quickly learnt the horrors of a crazed fan, when he found all their houses and took turns in camping out, a legal distance away and promptly gave him the money.

He used the money to start his studio which he had called 'Skylark; Studio, and he had hired the necessary staff and equipment for it, there was a whole building just dedicated to sound.

Once he had paid off everything, he felt so tired and exhausted that he had a good smoke outside for a good hour before going back in.

He know he had to get some work soon, or his studio would go down under. He had to think of a story line and fast, he presented a story of a girl who suddenly finds herself back in time, the main male is a jerk and there is absolutely no romantic interest between them to a group of investors.

But know on the internet, people would ship them, even if they hated each other.

What made them say yes, wasn't the plot but the designs, the storyboard for the first episode that he had spent weeks on, they were amazed by how detailed it was and open.

Although the budget was low and the dealine was tight, he made up for the hours at home, his dedication rubbed off on his employees, and he was always found in the music building whenever he took a break, to listen to the sound track that was being made.

So by the time, the first episode aired, audiences around the world were awed by the animation, the beautiful backgrounds, the amazing voice performances and moving sound track, it actually won an award for the best cartoon of Spring.

Never before, had a show had so much thought put into it and hard work, when usually the animation was kept at a minimum because of tight budget and most of it was repeated animation, he received praise after praise for it, so by the time it ended, his investors had practically throw their money at him, when he came to them with another story idea.

Year after Year, his studio would make, amazing Anime, after amazing Anime, they even teamed up with other studio under one huge project.

But it wasn't until he had reached the age of 40, did he feel confident enough to bring in, the show of all shows.

Shingeki no Kyojin, or Attack on Titan as he presented It as.

The investors immediately loved the idea of humanity raising up to defeat monsters who ate them, even though, nobody know what they are or why they ate human beings and with his drawing skills, that had evolved into something amazing, they couldn't be more eager to hand over their money to him, knowing he would make it worth their time.

So at long last, he was bringing his life true passion to life, and he was going to make sure it was perfect.

He draw for days on end, each frame had to look beautiful in his eyes, he watched the other animator's like a hawk, making sure none of them got lazy and made certain frames look god damn awful.

He shuddered as he remembered certain scene in the new Power Puff Girl's show, that had crushed one of his favourite shows of all time.

He was not going down that route!

He would make it so good that whenever people froze it, an eye wouldn't be missing or a certain character had two left hands.

He dumped CD after CD, that was presented to him, for the theme song and the general sound track.

Who's idea was it to make a CD, full of majestic music in an anime that was filled with blood, guts and gore, he couldn't believe some of the song's produced when he heard it.

It got so bad, that he spent many months, straightening out his music department and producing the song that had been his life, ever since he heard it.

It wasn't an easy thing to do when humming it only helped a bit, you had figure exactly what instrument where played in it.

He sang, the song himself, word for word and enjoyed every moment of it.

Eight years, the anime took Eight years to produce because he wanted it to be the best it could possibly be, by the end of it, he was wearing small regular glasses, before heading it to the licensing department where it was finally shipped off to different corners of the world.

The show was scheduled to air two months from now, but he regularly updated his blog and posted art work, while hinting about a great new show coming soon.

It would be two months, waiting in agony before the show, made its way onto Television.

Within seconds, he was singing along to the theme song, and unlike the original Anime, he was determined to make sure it didn't drag, it was also amazing, seeing all that hard work displayed on T.v as a finished product.

But all good things must come to end and once it was over, he immediately went to his blog, to check out his comments section, he was surprised by the comments on it already.

Some people were praising the first episode to the high heavens, while others were saying how it was too gory and it shouldn't be TV, others were demanding, he release the next episode onto his blog.

Already people were spreading the word of this new show called 'Attack on Titan' and more people were determined to watch it.

So he went to bed a very happy man.

But he would have never predicated the explosion that he would meet when he finally woke up.

And scene!

Next chapter, Butch wakes up to find that his companies phone has been ringing off the hook. That his anime had made its way to the top, in one single night and not just in Japan and how people were asking to interview him. Review/ fav and follow!