Disclaimer: If I owned this, would I bother writing fanfiction about it?
A/N: This is my first SnK fic. I don't know if this is an xReader or what. It is definitely AU. The setting is our reality, just so you know!
"I don't think this is such a good idea…" you state wearily to your friend for the umpteenth time.
But, like all those previous attempts, she either failed to hear you, or just didn't care.
You quietly think back and wonder how the memories of mere seconds before added up to you being dragged behind your friend by the wrist. You may be being lugged behind her, but her serious expression is still clearly in place and visible.
As your thoughts wonder off, you daydream back to how this whole predicament started. 'Oh, yeah.' you think. Your friend was determined to sneak into the bar that her favorite celebrity attended. You think, ruefully, that you should have listened to everything she said, like the name of the celebrity and the full scheme, because after she exclaimed she would be leaving, you started day-dreaming, as usual, and only came back to reality when you felt a sharp tug at your wrist that would have dislocated your entire arm, had you not been used to her roughhousing.
"Do you remember the plan, (name)?"
"Um…well I… how do I put this…" you begin to stutter.
"Let me finish that for you, 'I'm so sorry, (friend's name)! I was drifting off into my own little world and left you to talk to the wall, like you've done so many times before!'" she sings in an extremely high-pitched voice.
"I-I sound nothing like that!" you shout in embarrassment.
A slight blush creeps up on you and you could have sworn you saw your friend smirk in the moonlight.
'Oh, she's gonna get it one day…!' you plot as you sit, fuming, on the cold cobblestone of the backwater village the two of you live in.
Only after the pain in your wrist subsides do you take the time to analyze your milieu. You can't help but jump at the few pairs of phosphorescent eyes that inspect your every movement. Only after a handful seconds do you recognize them as the eyes of stray cats.
Your eager eyes search the vast darkness for your friend.
"(Friend's name)!"
"Keep your voice down!" she hisses at you.
No sooner do you feel her hand cup your mouth to prevent any other sound from escaping your jaws. Man, do you hate it when she does this!
You lick her hand, and, as expected, she is appalled. She quickly lets go and resorts to wiping her hand on her pant leg, even though you two are as close as sisters.
"Did you really have to do that? You could have just asked and I would have let go!" she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.
"First of all, how would you hear me when your hand was muffling my every word? Tell me that!" You shout, maybe a bit too loud.
You had always been the smarter, more logical one, so it wasn't rare to see her this puzzled. She was always a stereotypical hero that rushed into everything without a clear plan of action, like just now, because as soon as she opened her mouth to answer, the back door you had been taking refuge by suddenly opened and you fell flat on your back.
You opened your eyes, which you had closed upon instinct, and saw a pair of dilated pupils staring into yours.
"Well, what do we have here?" the man the pupils belonged to breathed into your silhouette.
"..." You frantically search for the right words so as not to raise suspicion.
You freeze.
Something isn't quite right about this man, let alone the two that appeared in the man's background.
That smell. The horrid stench of alcohol. You couldn't stand it. You never knew why, though.
No sooner did you notice the smell, you noticed the jackets they were wearing. They were beige with small but there were evident splatters of red. You didn't know what it meant, but the front pocket of the coat said simply Titans.
But just as suddenly as the men appeared, your head started pounding. It was an unbearable feeling. As though your head was being stepped on by one of the men.
Then you remembered.
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