Disclaimer:

I have no connection to Jeffrey Dahmer. I do not worship him nor did I make this series as a tribute to him. I have changed all the names. I have kept the dates and most of the details the same. I have not published anything on any significant date during the case or murders. I do not wish to offend the families of the victims or the family of Dahmer. This piece was written for entertainment purposes only. I have swapped the names of people involved for the names of Shingeki No Kyojin characters that belong to Isayama Hagime. I do not apologize if I offend you. I am just a simple college student writing something that she wants to. Those of you that choose to read this must know that Jeffrey Dahmer was a criminal and he is not a man to be idolized. But neither should his murderer be idolized. They both killed humans.

He knew that he was crazy. He had always known. And now here he was. At the end of his long, grizzly, disgusting, immoral story of murder. He had no desire to hold back any information.

"And the altar would have been the only thing left. Any other questions?" Eren Jaeger looked between the faces of the officers that had pulled him in. One had a small cut where he had clawed at him in a half assed attempt to fight them off. Eren didn't want to actually escape. The fact that he had made it this far surprised himself most of all. Maybe he has hoping the cops would kill him if he resisted.

"One more." The officer without the cut said. "Have you ever really loved someone?"

Eren looked at his hands. He sighed softly and almost smiled. "Yeah, my grandmother. She always loved me. Always took me back in. I don't even know why. I don't think I ever thanked her either."

The officers looked at each other before standing up and uncuffing Eren from the chair then re-cuffing him to his own hands.

"All right, Jaeger. You are going to be locked away for a long time for all this." The officer with the cut gripped Eren's shirt and pulled him out the door. As the trio left the interrogation room, the people in the rest of the station stared.

Eren heard some mumbling but decided to ignore it. They will be talking about this for years.

The man was thrown into a jail cell to await being transferred. He already knew that he would be secluded. "For his own safety," they would call it. It was fine though. He was used to it. That's how he spent most of his time. It would be just a little bit different this time.

Eren had never been very afraid of dying. He never had much to live for. His parents didn't care. He didn't like his younger sibling. His step-mom wasn't much for affection. And he had never had any friends.

Those guys sure had something to live for. That's why I helped them. They didn't have to watch themselves slip away. But I did.

Eren put his head in his hands and just sat on the bench. He thought about all the things he had to tell the officers. He had to talk for 60 hours about the things he did and saw.

I wonder if it's a sin that I'm still alive.

Eren wasn't a religious man but a forgiving God sounded pretty good right now. Especially because of all the people out for his blood.

Murder. Cannibalism. Rape.

Those were his crimes.

Necrophilia. Personality Disorder. Psychosis. And numerous others were his condition.

And this is his story.