Time sure does fly by. It's been about a week since I flipped Eren off, and to my surprise, nothing of importance has happened. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe a little bit more death and blood, but there has been nothing at all. I even listened to my parent's conversations from time to time and there haven't been any murders or kidnappings ever happening. I think I might've overestimated how bad Aot was. Yeah, I probably did, considering how shit doesn't hit the fan until eight years into the future.

On a side note, I know the future.

I died a couple of days after Aot finished, and while I consider it to be a good ending I had mixed signals regarding a number of things. But now that I'm here I could possibly change what happens. Why? Well, I'm already going to be involved as Eren's childhood friend, and I rather not die in a horrible fashion because I'm associated with him, this means that I'm going to need to be a part of the main cast for a greater chance of survival, so why not just make the most of it and help save some people while I'm at it. Because a lot of people did not deserve what happened to them.

But I'm only a toddler so my moments of heroics are going to have to wait for a while, so in the meantime what do I do? I plan. Just because I can't physically do things doesn't mean that I can't prepare myself for the future. I have already made multiple conclusions that result in many more people surviving, of course not everything goes to plan so for every plan that I think of I make a backup that has its own backup...maybe that's an exaggeration but I am confident that most of my ideas will be successful, especially since I have time on my side, unlike most people I'm going to have years to perfect them.

Of course, my main goal is that I'm going to have to be a soldier and a damn good one at that. I'm going to need to be better than Mikasa, I'm going to strive for first place in the final rankings. While the show didn't really show it or talk about it, being first place of a corps brings much respect and recognition, which would be essential for higher-ups to consider my word when it comes to making decisions, especially the scouts.

So until my body is ready I'm going to be making plans for the future

/Four Years Later/

Alright so I'm five years old now, and I made a great discovery...Aot isn't that bad.

It's actually pretty peaceful all things considered, living in Shiganshina is at least. It has its fair share of problems such as lazy workers and arrogant merchants, but it makes up for it from the scenery. Large hills covered with lush grass, sparkling clear water with an even clearer sky where hundreds of small compact houses live under, it looks like something out of a painting. I feel like the anime didn't give it enough justice, because hot damn it's beautiful.

It takes away the knowledge of knowing that there is nothing but enemies outside of the walls. Knowing about the world and all its secrets is both a blessing and a curse, mainly because I am the only one in Paradise that actually knows the truth, but because of that, I'm haunted by it. It's like I have the weight of the world on top of my shoulders knowing that I have the knowledge to cause a difference but not knowing what could come from it.

This is why in the past year I began to think hard about my existence, mainly as to what I could bring and change. I know about the paths and how there are alternate timelines, like the main path which followed Isayama's work, but what about the countless others? Mikasa was able to see a very different path compared to what happened so there is the possibility that there were multiple paths that everyone else could see but didn't, so does that mean that this is my path? It's confusing since while I do know what is going to happen, me changing something might or might not change the outcome of the future -a butterfly effect so to speak- but Eren tried to change the future but didn't succeed so what does that spell for me? However I was never in the original timeline, so if I try to make a change will this world still follow the original, or will it not?

It's so damn confusing since there are so many possibilities that could be made and not enough knowledge that I know about. I find it stupid how much I worry about it since I know that I won't find answers, but I can't help it, the thought is always stuck in the back of my head.

It's so annoying.

"J!" Much like that voice; that voice is also very annoying. Groaning, I sit up from my spot on the ground and turn to face Eren, who was running up the hill I had chosen. He looked more or less the same as in the anime, just a little bit more baby-faced and smaller. He also still had the little spark of childish wonder in his eyes. It's kind of weird seeing it as I know how dead the guy looked like an adult, so seeing him so full of life was a bit unnerving. Not enough to make me uncomfortable though.

"What is it Eren?" I hate the fact that I'm still a child and puberty hasn't come around to change my voice, so now I'm back to sounding like a chipmunk with bass in its throat, instead of my deep voice before death. Rebirth actually sucks, because while having a second chance at life might sound nice, I'm basically an adult man in a child's body and you know what that means? Hormones. Being aroused as a kid is not fun, especially when your mom's friends like to squish your face against their chests', innocent to them but not for me and I refuse to take the shotacon route. Especially since junior isn't back to his original size yet...that was awkward to say. Wait, is my head in the clouds? Bringing myself back down to earth, I see Eren rambling on about something. Whoops, looks like I was ignoring him.

"Sorry, say that again." Awww, how cute he's puffing up his cheeks in anger...don't know why but when I thought that, I instantly got reminded of the meme that goes like 'Aww look that's the guy that doesn't open up his buttcheeks in the shower'.

"Stop ignoring me!"

I can't help my thoughts fool "Sorry, sorry I won't do it again."

He didn't look convinced at all "Whatever. What I was saying was that there was a sale in the market! The bacon is seventy percent off! We need to go now!" Ahh yes, the monthly market sale in which one mysterious item will go to dangerously low prices. And it just happened to be bacon...bacon? Bacon!

Shooting up from my position on the ground I started sprinting down the hill toward the market square, with Eren not far behind me "Go to your dad! We need the money Eren!"

"What about you!?"

My heart thumped against my ribcage "I'll be fighting for our spot…"

Eren's eyes shone with fear, it was actually one of the few times that I've seen it happen "Are you crazy!? You'll get trampled J! Let me help you!"

"No! The money is more important Eren! You are vital to the situation, don't let my sacrifice be in vain! Hurry with the money!" With a hesitant nod, Eren accepted his role. As we came to the summit of the hill we went our separate ways, Eren going to get his dad, while I was going to buy them as much time as I could.

If you're wondering why the two of us are both so serious is because while we do have meat -since the land still hasn't been lost- the prices for it are abnormally high. Back home in the US, the price for a pound of bacon was around six dollars on average, and while Aot has a different currency system I was able to more or less figure out how similar the pricing was. A pound here is the equivalent of twelve dollars! That's double the price! So with that being said and the sale being seventy percent off...umm...shit...wish I had a calculator...multiply the point-seven...the price for a pound of bacon is three dollars and sixty cents! A fucking golden opportunity! I haven't had bacon in over four months and I'll be damned if I don't get to eat that meat for the next two weeks!

Rushing past many eldians, I saw from the corner of my eye some kids rushing towards the market square. It was obvious what their goal was, but I wasn't going to let that shit happen! I need less competition if I wanted to have my bacon. Instead of following the main path towards the market square, I went into some alleys, the reason being that there are multiple detours that I can use to my advantage. Rushing past a bakery, I hopped over a table where a couple was sitting, ignoring their shouts of surprise. I 'borrowed' their cream pie which the two of them were sharing, also stealing a small bag of flour that the baker himself had sitting out in the open.

Getting away from the crime scene, I sprinted my way over to a cart that was tipped down so that some delivery men could unload their supplies. Brushing past the three of them, I sprinted up the cart and was able to jump to a small balcony that was perched above with my feet landing outside the metal railing -my training was coming along nicely-. Throwing the bag over the railing, and carefully handling the pie I continued myself and got to the opposite side before picking up the bag, and climbing an assortment of boxes that were perfectly lined up in a way that I was able to climb on to the roof.

Ignoring the small scrapes that I got on my knees I kept running across the tiles, jumping from roof to roof whenever I was confident that I could make the jump until I was at the point where I was just a few blocks away from the market square. Looking down from my perch, I stared at the assortment of eldians going on with their day, if you could call it anything I would say it was like a food street, where multiple food stalls and vendors had set up. Knowing how close to the market square they were, most of the vendors probably got to the sale already, which was why when I saw the kids from before rushing into the street I had no remorse in my heart.

I launched the cream pie into one of the unsuspecting kids face, causing him to startle out a cry, but I didn't stop there, as his lackeys -or friends- stopped in shock I launched myself onto the street -it was only like an eight foot fall- and landed in front of them. They weren't suspecting me as they flinched, the fools had signed their death warrant. Grabbing the opened bag of flour I chucked the legal cocaine into their eyes. Their screams of agony didn't bother me as I slapped the rest of the flour into the cream boy. Only taking ten seconds of my time.

Of course, their suffering would attract the attention of everyone else, so making my grand escape I grabbed the remnants of flour that were on the ground and proceeded to slam it, making a cloak of flour and dust, that was sadly not as grand as I expected it to be since it only went up until my knees. But that didn't deter me because I ran behind a woman and flipped up her long skirt showing dark lacey panties to the world. Now that grabbed everyone's attention, mainly the men's attention.

As she tried to cover her modesty -squealing all the while- I escaped, using my small stature to my advantage as the people focused on the cursing woman and the crying boys.

Sprinting, I spotted the market square and...dear god...so you know how the zombies are in World War Z? Yeah…

Too many eldians were all piled in the market square, there was no space as they all crowded together pushing, pulling, and hitting, with money clutched in their hands, waving their arms around like mad people...kind of like Kazuma with panties. Now I feel bad about demolishing those kids, even if they arrived here what difference would they make?...Anyway, looking forward with my eyes trailing to the meat stall, the butcher looked overjoyed at the number of people that were piling up with him taking as much money as he could. Was he even counting it? On the other hand, his apprentice -who was the one preparing everything- looked like he was terrified, with people screaming and spitting at his face...I think he's crying. I feel a bit bad for the guy.

But fuck his feelings I need bacon!

I needed a vantage point, if I tried to get into the horde I'll be swarmed and won't be able to move, just be pushed and pulled. The same thing would happen if I jumped into it. And I don't want to try my look cutting into the front -I don't know how it could be considered cutting though- as I don't want manic people going out for my blood.

Frantically looking around I tried to find anything that I could use to my advantage. A distraction! I needed a distraction! A drunk! A cat! A titan! Anything!

My eyes stopped at a shovel, innocently laid against a wall.

...Chaos is a good distraction...

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"Hurry dad! J needs us!" Eren pulled Grisha along using all of the five-year-old strength he could muster. Grisha held in the chuckle that threatened to escape his lips, Eren being panicked was an amusing sight to behold. He was normally so rash and hard-headed, so seeing his son being so terrified was a welcomed change.

"Eren slow down, we'll be at the market square in a few minutes. I'm sure J can take care of himself." He tried to reassure his son, but Eren started to pull harder on his sleeve.

"No! You don't understand! No one can handle those...those...crazies!"

"Lunatics, you mean?"

"It doesn't matter dad! J needs help, and every second we don't hurry he is in trouble!" It warmed his heart to see his son care so much for J. Despite Eren being a couple of month's older than J, he was actually more like the little brother in the relationship, always looking up towards J. It actually might've had to do with J's little stunt when the two first met. It made him bust a gut laughing when Carla returned home telling him how Layla's and Charle's kid, flipped Eren the bird and said 'fuck you' to him. Eren though was unnaturally happy, giggling all the way home from his encounter.

"Alright fine." He walked ahead of Eren, and crouched down offering his back to his son "Shall we?" Eren gained a grin, hopping onto his back. Standing up, Grisha began to jog, heeding Eren's words of going faster, until it was less of a jog and more of a sprint. As sweat began to pool on his brow, Grisha started to regret his choice of piggybacking Eren. Ex-restorationist he might've been, but that didn't mean he had amazing stamina, especially with a suit and child on his back.

"Wait, Dad! Slow down!" Unexpectedly Eren shouted out, heeding his son's commands Grisha slowed his sprint, and although he didn't say it he was thankful for the small break.

Eren looked on further ahead, gasping slightly "...He was here." Grisha stared at Eren, confusing dancing in his eyes...or it just might've been the sweat.

Eren didn't say anything he just pointed ahead of them. Grisha turned his head and...what the hell? Why were there kids covered in flour? Was one of them also covered in pie? How does this relate to J?

"This means J's in the market! Hurry dad!"

"Hold on Eren! I need to make sure that the kids are okay."

"There's no time dad! Besides they've already fallen..."

...Okay so his son was a little weird, but he did have a point -even though it was weirdly said- while he did want to check on the kids there were already multiple adults helping the three, rubbing water on their faces and cleaning them up with rags. So it seemed that there was no reason for him to intervene.

"Ok then." He sighed, continuing to carry Eren, albeit at a much slower pace they headed towards the market.

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I ducked under the clumsy swing of a fat man and proceeded to slam my shovel into his face, with a satisfying metal ring meeting my ears. But I didn't stop there, as he fell on his back I proceeded to crush his balls with a hard stomp. Ignoring his screams of agony I looked around and saw that while I was able to take down a good number of people I barely made a dent in their total numbers. But that wasn't my goal, all I needed is for them to be cautious around me, and judging from the obvious fear on their faces I was succeeding.

When I say no mercy I mean no mercy. Not one person regardless of age, gender, or disabilities was safe from me. I crushed balls, struck throats, broke bones, gouged eyes, stabbed toes, pulled ears or hair, bit skin, slapped tits and ass! None were safe from my fury! Hell! I'm pretty sure that I killed several men back there! If any try to challenge me then they will meet similar fates of living or dying in eternal fucking agony! AHHHHHHHHH FUCK I'M BADASS!

-At this point, I was high on adrenaline, and everything I said was exaggerations-

"Who wants some! HUH! Who wants to die you stupid sons of bitches!" For a dramatic flair, I even pointed my shovel at an unlucky guy, who was frozen in fear -more like disbelief- but I couldn't blame him, because even at five years of age I was single-handedly the most terrifying motherfucker inside these walls! Levi and Mikasa don't hold shit against me!

"J!" I picked up Eren's voice among the masses, and I spared a single glance, in fear of my distraction being taken advantage of. He was on Grisha's back, looking on in awe of my amazing feat, while his father looked on in...was it horror or shock? Didn't matter.

"Eren you got the man's money!?" The people all looked towards Eren wondering how the two of us were connected... a big mistake. Rushing at a particularly lanky man, I tackled the shit out of him -if his harsh exhale was anything to go by- and by the time that he hit the ground I was already up and going. But I made sure to finish him with a hard slam from my shovel.

"Yeah!" Eren screamed back, giddy as hell, while his dad looked as pale as a ghost.

I rushed behind a duo of women and with a quick move of my arms lifted their skirts above their heads and under their legs, which I then proceeded to drag them down to the floor making sure to connect the fabric with a knot "Good! So buy ten pounds of bacon!"

Jumping off of Grisha's back, Eren sent me a quick salute "Yes sir! C'mon, dad!" The crowd parted ways for the two, not wishing to be in their path or else risk garnering my attention. Eren skipped along his head held up high and proud. Grisha...not so much walking as he did stumble.

Eren stopped in front of the butcher, and with a big cheeky grin he lifted ten fingers "Ten pounds of bacon, please!" The butcher raised an eyebrow staring at Grisha, who reluctantly took out his wallet and paid the man. Not even five seconds later did he have a bag filled with bacon in his hands.

With our mission complete I looked at my last victim, a woman maybe around her early twenties. She was cowering in fear, and she had every right to be considering that she just wanted some bacon but instead saw a massacre. So I decided to let her off with a warning, getting real close to her -I ignored the small spark of joy that I felt when I heard her whimper- and kissed her on the cheek. I then turned around and did not look back as I walked away besides Eren and Grisha, enjoying the stares that I felt trailing me.

Among the various compliments that Eren was bombarding me with I only had one thought on my mind…

I'm such a badass.

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"What have you been doing young man!" I was not a badass I soon came to realize. Apparently, word spread fast around town, and almost everyone already knew of my deeds at the market square. Normally this wouldn't bother me because I now live by the code of YOLO, but if there was a person that I wouldn't want to find out it would be my mother; Layla Monke.

"Well? I'm waiting." Normally she was a very kind and loving woman, like Hinata if I had to compare her to anyone, sadly she was also just as terrifying when angered. Which is why the moment I got home with five pounds of bacon in my hand, all it took was one look at her angry face along with a slipper in hand, and I was on my hands and knees faster than Saiki Kuniharu.

"Ummm...getting bacon?" To show her proof I even lifted the bag of the goods...She did not look convinced in the absolute slightest.

"Really now?" She drawled, I shivered at her tone of voice "So do you mean to tell me that almost all of my friends came over to tell me that you were causing trouble for the fun of it?" Those fucking traitors! I thought that they wanted some shota loving! Not shota suffering!

"...Yes?" I flinched hard when I heard her slam the slipper on the table.

"Wrong answer." She growled out.

My fight or flight activated at that very moment, and I did something extremely fucking dumb...I threw the bag of bacon at her face and booked it. She didn't bat an eyelash as she caught the goods with one hand, setting it down on the floor before stalking after me like some sort of fucking serial killer.

I fumbled along with the doorknob, cursing at the fact that my nerves were getting the better of me. I heard her just a couple of steps behind me, so I resorted to my last resort...begging.

"Mama please! Mercy! Mercy! Have mercy! Please!" Just as she was no less than five steps away from me did the door open behind me, and my father peeked his head out.

"I'm home...Uh?" He took a single look at my terrified face, then back at mother who at the moment hit the wall next to her with the slipper. Without a word he slowly closed the door. Saving himself from the absolutely sadistic smile my mother sported.

I began to desperately slam my fists against the door "Papa! Papa! Please save me! Help! Help! Don't abandon me! Don't get the milk! Please!"

From beyond the door, Charles Monke used all his strength to hold the door back. He pitied his son immensely, but he would rather that it be J other than him.

"I'm sorry, my son…" He flinched from the scream of agony that resounded from his child's mouth.

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Chapter 2 is done, and let me tell you I let loose some chuckles from my ideas. If you understand the reference from the last segment then you are a god.

This chapter didn't have much but just building J's relationship with Eren, and to show off his...determination and training? Whatever I liked it and I hope you all will too. In the next chapter, I feel like introducing Armin and Mikasa, mainly Armin though so Mikasa might come in Chapter 4 and the beginning of the series might be Chapter 5.

Remember to criticize people I see some follows and favorites but only 3 reviews

Speaking of, a Mr. richboylion commented as to why I have my name as J and not a full name like Jay, and the reason why is because in real life my nickname is J to my close friends, so there you go.