Author's Note

Chapter two! My first original-ish fanfic not written in a script format! On to the story! I couldn't really think of much to do with this episode (I'm basing each chapter on an episode of the anime, in case you didn't know.) so I'm really excited for chapter/episode three when I can start introducing more characters and continue making more inappropriate Marco jokes.


Armin and his grandpa sit on a barge docked at one of Shiganshina's piers. Around them are their friends and neighbors from all over the city except for Eren and Mikasa. On the pier stands a mob of refugees trying to evacuate the city as quickly as possible. Far off in the distance Armin can see the smoke rising above the walls of the burning city. Scanning the crowd, Armin finds his friends at the edge of the pier, about to board the ship.

"Oh there's Eren! I haven't seen him since the first chapter." Armin says. Looking more closely, he notices the distraught look in his face and amends, "Whoa, why's Eren looking like that? He looks horrified."

Armin's grandpa takes a glance at them and says, "Poor kid, by the look of things it must've been pretty bad. The formatting must've been awful."

Back at the gate leading out of the city, Hugo is organizing the evacuation on the inside while Hannes goes to the gatehouse.

"Oi mate, why ya' closin' the bloody gate?" Hannes asks to the man ordering the gate be closed.

"What?" The man asks, curtly.

Irritated by his actions, Hannes replies, "Ya thick mate? Why ya' closin' the bluh'y gate?!"

Equally annoyed and slightly confused, the man retorts, "I can't understand your accent."

Infuriated by the man's inability to understand simple questions, Hannes demands, "Whot ya' closin' a bluh'y gate fer? Ya wont me ta lowp ovver t'yat o' sum'in?"

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so?" The man answers, finally understanding Hannes. "I'll raise the gate right away."

Inside the city walls, Hugo has miraculously sobered up and is rallying survivors to the exit. He stands proudly among a row of cannons planted in front of the gate. Suddenly, a bulky, humanoid figure appears from behind the ruins of a building. With straight seams and armor covering its body, there is no doubt as to what it is.

Hugo cries out, "Look out! Somebody's trying to steal the Megazord! Shoot it before they get away!"

Using the cannons that for whatever reason were taken out for use during an earthquake, Hugo and his men fire upon the city's robotic protector but its armor is so thick that it shrugs off all the shots! When it becomes clear that they won't be able to stop it with cannon fire, one of the men shouts to close the gate. Hearing the order, Hannes does his best to convey the message to the man in control of the gate. Sadly, the guards fail to close the gate in time and the thieves make off with the giant robot after slamming through the gate.


At an office outside the city limits, members of the local government discuss how to respond to the immediate problems created by the earthquake like damaged infrastructure, lack of food and clean water, and victims trapped within the city. As they think over which of these to prioritize, a soldier bursts into the room with urgent news.

Out of breath the man shouts out, "Sirs, I have bad news! In all the excitement a group of five or six stole the city's Megazord!"

The news stuns the legislators. Switching gears, they consider what will come of this.

"How are we supposed to protect the city from mutant animal cosplayers without a giant robot?" One man asks.

"Are those five robot jaguars ready for use yet?" Another man asks.

"Not yet. What'll we do when the next convention rolls around? I don't think the rangers could handle all of that by themselves." The first man responded.

The legislators look at one another, unsure of what the future now holds.


Back on the boat Eren, Armin, and Mikasa wait on the evacuation.

Armin turns and tries to lighten the mood by telling a joke. "Hey Eren, what's uglier than an aardvark?" After a brief pause, Armin answers his own joke with, "Two aardvarks!"

Eren begins welling up with tears and approaches the edge of the boat where Armin is. "Your comedic timing is awful, Armin." Tears streaming down his face now, Eren continues. "My mom just got her legs crushed, and you're telling a joke?!"


On the road, Grisha Jaeger is driving a carriage through the woods. Grisha thinks to himself, Oh man, I really need to go. I just have to wait until there's a clearing on the road and—oh no, not now. Oh no it's running down my leg now. Tears start running down his face, just as something else runs down his pants. Come on! Now they're going to laugh at me when I get there!


Waking up from a horrible dream where he transformed into a giant humanoid monster and ate his own father, Eren sees Mikasa looking down at him. This time, instead of being in a field, he's in a warehouse. Mikasa lets him know what's been going on lately.

"Umm… Eren, are you alright? They rang the bell so umm… I'm getting hungry." Mikasa lets Eren know.

"Well at least you're still house trained. Come on, let's go." Eren replies.

"This was once a food storehouse." Mikasa remarks as they leave the room.

"Yeah, Mikasa I know." Eren's annoyance shows through his voice. "I've been living here with you this whole time."

Mikasa continues, "They're keeping refugees who fled by ship here."

"There's really no need for the exposition Mikasa, even if I hadn't been living in these same conditions since we got here I'm pretty sure I could figure it out." Eren rolls his eyes.

Once outside, the duo sees all the other refugees who fled from what the government called the great Shiganshina earthquake. Many of them were still crying about what had happened and others were busy fighting over food. Armin slips through the crowd and sees Eren and Mikasa, bread in hand.

"Eren, Mikasa!" The small boy cries out. "I got the last three mini-baguettes! This weird looking old man in a straw hat gave them to me."

Taking the bread that Eren gave her, Mikasa thanks him. Eren watches with jealousy at Mikasa getting the first bite. He receives his piece right after that.

"Hey, why are they giving us mini-baguettes anyway? I thought refugees were supposed to get the cheap stuff." Eren asks.

"That's…. that's a pretty good question Eren. No wonder the guards are so pissed off." Armin replies.

Nearby two men in uniforms are complaining about their lack of food. Shocked at their horrible living conditions, Eren walks over, determined to give them what they deserve.

"I can't believe they're not feedin' us." One of the men says.

"Want some of my bread?" Asks Eren. "I'm willing to split it."

"What?!" The man asks, infuriated. "Do I look like a charity case or somethin'? I don't need yer handouts!" In retaliation for Eren's brazen offer the two guards hit him. Thrown on the ground from the force of the attacks, Eren takes back his offer.

Shortly after that, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa are brooding over the guards' reaction. Eren sits on a stone ledge while Armin and Mikasa stand in front of him.

Armin looks upon Eren and tries to cheer him up with a joke. "Hey Eren, I know a joke that'll cheer you up." Eren grumbles his displeasure but Armin continues on. "What does Marco take with his coffee? Half and half!"

"Boo!" Eren jeers, throwing the piece of bread at Armin. "That was terrible! Am I right Mikasa? Bro fist me if I'm right."

Mikasa's arm flies toward Eren and slams into his face, knocking him to the floor yet again.

"Ha! Knew I was right." Eren mumbles in pain. "Mikasa, lemme have some of your bread. I think the five second rule passed on mine already."

Mikasa stuffs the bread in Eren's mouth. Eren was pretty accustomed to this as he used to have Mikasa feed him her food all the time but Armin, not understanding the situation, stood shocked.


Several days later, refugees were sent in droves to till the wastelands to bring in more food. But even still, there wasn't enough. And the following year, in 846, the central government used many refugees in an operation to rebuild the ruined city of Shiganshina after not doing anything about it for a year. However, Armin came up with the brilliant plan to eat the older refugees instead of doing that other stupid thing that the government suggested. Two hundred fifty thousand in all, approximately twenty percent of the population. Only just over a hundred were pardoned. Their sacrifice alleviated the food shortage for the rest of us and the overcrowding as well.


Armin sits crying, holding his grandfather's hat in his hands. Eren sits down next to him while Mikasa stands out in the cold because she neither needs nor deserves warmth and comfort.

"Don't feel too bad Armin. He tasted really good." Eren said, trying to comfort the boy. "Or I think he did anyway, I was just really hungry."

Looking down Armin retorts, "It was my plan. I should've never said anything. They were going to rebuild our home city, and now we ate them."

"Armin, at least we're not hungry anymore. Err.. well we might be now that we ate all the rest of them."

Sniffling, Armin suggests, "If we want more food, we might want to join the military. I'm sure that soldiers get really well fed."

Having forgot about what they experienced a year ago, Eren declares, "Let's do it! We'll join the military! Mikasa, you're joining too."

"Oh- Okay." She responds, weakly.

Standing up, Eren declares, "It's settled then! We're all going to enlist when we're old enough."


An unspecified period of time later, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa stand in formation at a boot camp in front of their drill sergeant.


I hope you enjoyed chapter two!

I'd love it if you gave me some feedback too!

P.S. I don't actually hate Mikasa so try not to take my characterization of her or my jokes about her too seriously.