Snap!

"Shit!" Hange whispered, alarmed. They ran around the side of the men's dormitory, crouching as soon as they were out of sight. Hange breathed heavily and closed their eyes, listening for any sign of disturbance from inside the small wooden building. Relieved slightly when they didn't hear anyone come to the door, Hange stretched themselves to their full height and peeked through the window.

Their target lay on his side, his two-toned hair rustling as he shifted in his sleep. He then turned over, giving Hange a full view of his face.

-Oh, thank god he's asleep,- Hange thought, releasing a breath they hadn't known they'd been holding. They sunk back down, giggling manically at the sight of the vial in their hands. Hange's eyes glazed over, their glasses reflecting the dim moonlight in a way that would make anyone run for cover.

-Oh, Kirschtein, you really shouldn't have tried to break into my office,- they thought, bringing the vial up their nose and sniffing it. They recoiled, scrunching their nose in disgust.

"Damn, I hope the smell doesn't wake him up," Hange muttered to themself, scowling as they crept back around the side of the dormitory.

Hange peeked through the small window located beside the door, their smile growing when they were sure everyone was asleep. They then carefully removed a knife and hairpin from their pocket, slipping them both into the lock smoothly.

Hange bit their tongue with the effort as they carefully picked the lock, making as little sound as possible. They tried a multitude of angles, releasing a small breath of success into the still night air once the lock clicked open.

As soon as the door was open, Hange knew they would have to work fast. They pulled a small syringe out of the utility belt conveniently strapped at their waist, removing the cap and sucking some of the pale blue liquid up into the small glass tool.

Equipped with the syringe at the ready, Hange held it up beside them like a pistol and leaned carefully on the door. They winced as it creaked lightly, resting their left hand on the handle in preparation.

Hange was inside for less than a minute. They opened the door, immediately rushing the bunk that Jean slept in and covering his mouth with their left palm.

Jean shocked awake, bleary-eyed and barely conscious, but it didn't last long. As Hange injected the liquid into the large vein in his neck, Jean lost consciousness once again, falling back onto the bunk with a heavy (but thankfully quiet) sigh.

Hange then ran from the room, stowing the needle safely in their pack after replacing the cover. They closed the door quietly, immediately thankful that the sedative they'd mixed with the injection was fast acting.

As soon as Hange was out of earshot, they cackled loudly, tears reaching their eyes as they laughed uncontrollably.

"Oh—HAHAHAHA!-this—this is gonna be so great!" Hange giggled into the air, their eyes going wide as they fell to their knees.

Hange had more than enough time to get back to their dorm; it was three AM anyways. Plus, Hange had to be prepared. All there was to do now, however, was wait.

Wait for the fun to start.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

..oo00oo..

Jean woke to the sound of screaming throughout the dorm and he lifted his head, making a small sound of protest. Glancing around blearily, he tried to make out the faces of the people around him, blinking rapidly.

-what the fuck? -Jean thought. Well, he'd actually meant to say it aloud, but for some strange reason, his mouth wasn't working.

Well, it was, but it just wasn't making sounds the way he'd wanted it to.

Plus, it tasted like hay.

While Jean was busy exploring his mouth, trying to figure out if someone had force fed him something distasteful while he was sleeping (it wouldn't have been the first time), everyone else was still screaming.

Lifting his eyes, Jean glanced at the people around him, intent on asking what the problem was, but soon found he didn't have to. Everyone was staring at him, frightened looks on their faces as they held their arms out towards Jean in a 'warding-off' gesture.

"What the hell-" Armin muttered.

"Why-" This was Eren.

"Where is Jean?!"

Jean looked over at Marco, giving him one of the most ridiculous 'dude, I'm right here' looks possible. He tried to sit up, finding his body was bigger than he remembered.

"WOAH THERE BOY!" Marco shouted, walking towards Jean. He moved deliberately, but slowly, as though he was afraid Jean was going to attack him or something.

Which was ridiculous. Why would he hurt Marco?

Jean remained on his bed, looking everyone in the eye before attempting to stand up again.

Everyone went wild.

"NO! Someone stop him; he'll destroy the whole bunk!" Armin shouted, and Marco rushed towards Jean, reaching towards his face.

Then he started PETTING it.

"It's alright, boy. Calm down. How did you get in here anyway? Last I remember horses can't open doors," he said with a light laugh. He locked eyes with Jean, and endearing look in his eyes. As Marco petted his face, Jean found himself leaning into his touch, wondering if-

Wait. Jean wasn't a horse.

Or was he?

Jean's eyes went wide, and suddenly everything made sense. The questioning stares, Marco's curiosity over where Jean had gone, the drastic difference in his size.

Jean froze. After years of being teased and called horseface...

Now he actually had a horse's face.

Jean suddenly felt the urge to cry, shame filling his chest and spreading through his body. It didn't even matter that no one knew it was him; they would probably figure it out eventually. He hated that thought; especially if Marco figured it out.

Oh, he would never hear the end of this one.

Jean remained still on his bunk, shuffling into a more comfortable position before resting his head calmly on a wooden support beam. Marco patted his head reassuringly, turning away from him slowly and addressing the rest of the dormitory's inhabitants.

"So, whose horse is this?" Marco asked, tapping Jean's nose. Jean licked his hand and Marco turned around, surprised. Then he smiled brightly, rubbing Jean's muzzle happily.

"Not mine," Eren said, looking at the others.

"I don't even recognize him." Everyone nodded in assent, looking in wonder at the strange horse laying in Jean's bunk.

"Hey, maybe horseface actually turned into a horse!" Connie shouted, wrapping a hand around his waist and laughing maniacally. The others looked at him quizzically, then glanced at Jean, who raised his head fearfully.

-Oh no. This is where they figure it out...- Jean thought, bracing himself for the ridicule sure to come his way.

"Nah, that's impossible," Marco said, unconsciously saving Jean's ass. He let out a deep sigh, resting his head back on the wooden beam after licking Marco's hand again. He closed his eyes gently, intending on maybe going back to sleep now that that was out of the question, but then Marco spoke again. Jean pricked up his ears, looking towards the man expectantly.

"He does kinda look like him, doesn't he?" With that he laughed, the rest of the group joining in. Jean squeezed his eyes shut, ready for the onslaught of ridicule that would surely follow.

-Great, even Marco thinks I look like a fucking horse. Could this get any worse?-

"Hey! We should call him Jean then! When Jean gets back from... wherever he is, we can surprise him!" They all laughed again at this. Well, at least he would still be called by his actual name and not something stupid like Whirlaway or Seabiscuit. That was a plus.

The laughing in the dorm stopped suddenly and Jean looked up, unsure of the cause. He saw everyone glancing at the door uncomfortably and followed suit, his wide eyes widening even further at the sight that he was met with.

"Corporal!" everyone gasped in surprise, quickly following protocol and saluting him dutifully. He just glared at everyone, noting how everyone was crowded around Jean's bunk. Although he made no change to his face, Jean could tell he was frowning.

"What the hell is going on his here, you fucking brats? I had to leave my office for this, so it had better be interesting. Did Jean shit his bed or something?" Corporal Levi asked, his face completely serious. Jean felt his face burn, whether it was visible or not. He wanted to hide it under something, but there was nothing to hide under. Besides; it's not like anyone knew he was the horse.

Levi snickered when the soldiers parted and allowed Levi to see Jean, the left side of his lip twitching.

"So you found yourselves a horse. It kinda looks like Jean, eh? Where is that shit-head anyways?" Levi asked, turning around. The group looked at each other, concern filling their faces.

Well, at least they worried about him.

Levi had reached the door before anyone had answered, obviously not caring about the answer. However, when he reached the doorway, he stopped.

"Your horse was killed on the last mission, right Marco?" Levi braced his hand on the doorframe and glanced over his shoulder at Marco. He nodded the affirmative.

"Then take him. We don't need him otherwise." With that, Levi walked out the door, closing it behind him. Everyone went back to staring at each other, speechless, but Levi wasn't done.

The door sprung open again as Levi stepped back inside the door, his glare even more menacing.

"Oi, and Jager," he said. Eren looked up.

"Come to my office, now. We need to work on your flexibility, and I have some new tests for you," Levi said, his eyes giving nothing away about what he meant as he swished back out the door again. Eren blushed red, a horrified grimace on his face as he turned and ran after Levi.

"What was that?" Armin asked suddenly. Connie shrugged, completely ignoring what had just happened. He turned to Jean, placing his hands on his hips and screwing up his face in thought.

"Eh, doesn't matter. Anyways; we have bigger things to worry about right now." He gestured at Jean flippantly, turning to Marco.

"He's your horse, so it's time for you to step up here." Marco frowned confusedly. Connie sighed deeply, face-palming. Without even looking up, he gestured at Jean, palm face up and his body bent over slightly. His left hand rested on his hip defiantly.

"How the fuck are we gonna get that damn horse out of here?" The whole group collectively Ohhhhhhhhh-ed, nodding in assent at each other. Jean mentally rolled his eyes.

-They're stupider than I remember. Or, maybe I just never noticed it before...-

Marco, Connie, Eren, and Armin, along with Bertholdt and Reiner (who had just woken up and been filled in regarding the mysterious horse that had just appeared) looked expectantly at Jean, as though they thought he would answer them.

But he couldn't. Right now, he was just a dumb horse.

Marco crossed his arms, frowning slightly. He knew that without a little help on his end, they would never get him out of here.

-Well, you know what? Fuck it, - Jean thought, using his hooves to slide his upper body towards the end of the bed. Once there, he pressed his right hoof against the edge of the bed and dragged himself forwards, sliding diagonally off the bed and onto his front legs.

However, upon reaching this position, Jean suddenly realized he had no way to get down from there.

Subconsciously, Jean neighed in protest, bucking his head and smacking it against the bed above him. He whined painfully, looking over at Marco desperately, and in a flash he seemed to understand.

"Hey, everyone, help me! We need to get him out of there or he's going to collapse. Grab his front and help pull him out so we can get him off the bunk," Marco ordered the gang, and they didn't even try to protest, they just walked forwards and helped pull Jean off the bunk.

Jean internally smiled, stretching his legs one at a time and shaking his mane freely. Then he started walking towards Marco, intent on nuzzling his hand, when suddenly he was on the floor again. As he lay there, staring up at his snickering comrades, Jean realized something.

He didn't know how to walk.

Jean tried to stand again, finding it quite easy, but he just couldn't get used to the way he had to walk, or the way his knees bent backward. He struggled, desperately trying to walk, when he heard Bertholdt burst out laughing. The others followed; all except Marco, who just looked at him, a confused frown on his face.

-C'mon Jean! For Marco's sake!- He thought to himself, internally groaning in frustration.

"Oh—oh my god—M-Marco!" Bertholdt cackled, holding his stomach. "I'm s-so sorry for you!" He fell to his knees, laughing maniacally. Marco's frown deepened.

"Uh, okay. Why?" They all laughed even harder and Jean struggled to stay standing, his legs shaking violently beneath him.

"YOU HAVE THE DERPIEST HORSE I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!" he squeaked, pointing at Jean as he finally lost his balance again. Jean collapsed to the floor, looking up at Marco. Marco looked at him as well, and they shared a look of disappointment.

Uh oh. Jean didn't know how long this was going to last, but he was sure of one thing.

Based on the group's uncontrollable laughter and Marco's crestfallen gaze, he knew that it was going to be a long day.