(o´ωo)
(Eren's POV)
Where the hell am I?
The last thing I remember was falling asleep...but where am I now?
I sat up with a tired gasped.
I was sitting in the middle of a paved road.
Around me stood six other people my age from the looks of it, all with shocked expressions.
"W-where...-" I began to speak only to be cut off by one of the people shrieking like a girl, even though it seemed he was a boy.
I struggled to stand and when I did, I almost fell over.
I felt so weak.
One girl supported my weight with a gasp.
I blinked at her, surprised at her kindness.
She had brown hair with a tint of red in them and brown eyes. Said hair was tied back with a few loose strands. She was wearing clothing that I had never seen before.
"Who are you?" One other girl asked me.
This other girls had frizzy, long, brown hair. Her skin was dark and her eyes were brown. She too wore strange clothing.
I managed to stand up on my own.
"M-my name is Eren...Yeager..." I told them, shifting my belt uncomfortably. "How did I get here and where am I?"
"No fucking idea. But I do know that you're in Whitechapel..." The brown-red haired girl replied, blinking in disbelief. (WHITECASTLE OH GOD LOL SO MISTAKE I KNEW IT)
The boy from earlier who was screaming came back, much more calm.
"Sorry about my little outburst. Name's Benny. Benny Weir." He introduced, shaking my hand.
Benny had flayed, comfortable-looking hair and a snarky smirk on his face, like he knew everything ever. He wore a striped shirt of some kind I couldn't recognize.
I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest and I fell to the ground, one hand supporting me and the other clutching at my chest.
"He's injured!"
"Let's take him to my house. Grandma will check him out."
I was lifted off the ground, both of my arms around the first two boy's necks.
They walked me to a building close-by.
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"Grandma!" Benny yelled into the establishment.
An aged woman appeared from a hallway.
She cocked her head to the side, curious.
"Who is this?" She asked.
"He says his name is Eren Yeager." The brown-red haired girl informed the woman.
"He just appeared out of thin air!" A blond boy exclaimed, a look of excitement on his face.
"Oh my. Let me have a look at him. Lay him on the couch." The woman instructed to the younger ones.
They followed orders and laid me down on an extremely comfortable sofa.
"First, introductions." The old woman clapped, standing up.
The children nodded, standing up in front of me.
The brown-red haired girls stood forward.
"My name is J." She spoke in a kind tone.
The boy with a soft face stood next to J, his hands intertwined with hers.
"I am Ethan."
The others followed suit.
"Benny."
"Sarah."
"Rory."
"Erica."
"Grandma."
"Ok. Introductions are out of the way. I have some questions for you, young man." "Grandma" told me.
I bit my lip and felt my stomach lurch.
She waved off the rest of the people, scattering them.
"Where does it hurt?" She asked, tapping the upper-half of my body in various places and pressure-points.
Her finger jabbed right under my left pec, eliciting a hiss of pain from me.
"Could be a few cracked or broken ribs." She murmured. "Just lay down."
She left the room.
I blinked tiredly and pulled off my 3DMG and set it aside.
I laid down on the couch, feeling exhausted.
The woman came back with a cup filled with water.
"Here. Take this and drink." She dropped a few small, oval things into my hand.
I trusted her.
I popped the oval's into my mouth and drank the water, swallowing everything.
"What is the last thing you remember?" She asked, sitting in a chair across from me.
"I...I remember reaching out to my best-friend. I remember him screaming. I remember my leg being torn off. I remember being coated in the Titan's blood." I spat out things I remembered, tears welling up in my eyes.
Grandma offered me a few thin squares of soft fabric.
For a second, I looked at them, but then I picked a few from the box she held.
"Use them to dry your eyes, boy." She informed.
I nodded with a sniff and dapped the fabric at my eyes, picking up and tears.
"So you said you're leg was torn away and you were covered in blood?" Grandma repeated, tapping her chin.
"Yes. But obviously, my leg has returned." I tapped my re-grown leg on the floor, suddenly realizing how weird it felt.
"And what is this?" Grandma asked, picking up my 3DMG.
"My 3D Maneuvering Gear. It's for fighting Titan's in a 3D area." I replied, not wanting to hide any information from her.
"Titan's? You mentioned being covered in a Titan's blood?" She sat back down.
"Yeah. I had been slaying Titan's that day with my crew, trying to push back the Titan population as they were trying to take over the Trost District." I explained, words spilling from my lungs.
"Titans are gods... One does not simply slay a bunch of Titans?" Grandma beckoned, confused.
I felt a sudden spark of disbelief and anger.
"Titans are beastly creatures that crave humans simply for blood lust. They devour so many humans when they get a chance. They're inevitably larger than humans. But they have one weakness, the nape of the neck." I continued.
"So you mean Titans are monsters that pull humanity towards extinction?" Grandma summarized.
"Yes."
"Titans don't exist in this world."
I felt my heart jump.
I suddenly felt relieved, happy, safe.
"They...They don't exist? Here? No Titans?" I laughed, smiling.
"The only danger in this world is other humans, disease, and natural disasters." Grandma explained further.
"S-so in this world, we kill each other?" I stammered.
"It's a sad truth. Humans go to war over the silliest of things. Land, religion, life."
"We used to go to war but that was before the Titans came. Now we only wage war with them."
"I think I've learned enough." Grandma suddenly stood up with a yawn. "You must be exhausted."
"Yes." I whispered, smiling a little.
"You can sleep on this couch. I'll take your jacket, gear, and boots to the closet for storage." Grandma smiled, picking up the 3DMG again.
I slid off my jacket and pulled my boots off of my feet, revealing my black socks.
Grandma took them and left the room.
She came back with a pillow and a thick blanket.
"Get yourself comfortable. Are you hungry?"
"Starving." I groaned, shifting closer into the couch and pillow.
"I'll make you some soup and a cup of tea." Grandma smiled and left into the kitchen.
I was so glad to have met someone as non-hostile as her.
I was overflowing with gratitude.
I heard a noise that sounded like crunching metal that caused me to jump.
I sat up and clutched the sofa, worried.
There was a slam of a small door and a beep, followed by a whirling noise.
Grandma came back into the room holding a small cup.
She placed it into my hands and took a small tea-bag out of the liquid.
I sipped the liquid, the sweet taste staining my lips.
She soon later came back with a bowl filled with steaming soup.
She put the towel-dressed bowl onto the table and left the room again.
I slowly began to eat the soup, happy to taste something different from blood or bread.
I finished my meal and snuggled into the sofa again, exhausted as ever.
I felt sleep take over my mind and pull me into the abyss of dreams.
I slept soundly.
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EHH? HOW'D YOU LIKE IT?
ATTACK ON TITAN + MY BABYSITTER'S A VAMPIRE? OHOOOOHOHOHOHHOHOHOOH?
HONHONHON SACRE BLEUUU EIFFEL TOWER. OK WHO TURNED ON MY RACIST?
~MadamBassDrop