As Eren banged his head against the wall, sickened and frustrated, Jean cried on Armin's shoulder.
"Jean, what did you see?" Armin asked, wearing a worried look on his face, helping Jean sit up.
Jean just shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks, and pointed to the screen, unable to speak. I really don't want to look at the screen. Not now, maybe not ever again, Armin thought. "Hey, Jean, maybe you can, um, just tell me what's on the screen, so, um, you know, I don't, um,end up going, uh," Armin said as he looked over to Eren, who was now sitting, staring at the wall blankly, his forehead a dark shade of blue, "so I don't end up like Eren."
"Armin," Eren said, looking at the wall, his eyes hopeless, "Jean and I, we aren't capable... of looking at the screen anymore. So only you are able to get us out of this sick fandom, before someone else comes in and gets traumatized." Armin gulped. Was he really mentally capable to go back to that computer? Armin looked at Jean, who was now crying on his shoulder, and then to Eren,who looked like his will to go on has been severely then got up, pushing Jean off his shoulder, causing him to slam to the ground, and turned around swiftly. One glance at the screen caused him to scream bloody murder.
"NOT MARCO!"Armin said as he got into a fetal position, head in his hands.
"Yeah, Jean, now you know how Armin and I feel. Marco was your best friend, wasn't he? You hate that shipping, you and Marco" Eren said. Jean responded with a sad cry and a nod.
Armin looked at Jean and said, "At least we know Marco's in better place now, in a place where there aren't any weird shippings, where he doesn't have to have his innocent mind corrupt." Jean just cried on the floor.
"Hey, and at least they didn't show his whole face in that picture," Eren said, "only half..." All three then proceeded cried out loud.
"WHAT KIND OF MESSED UP JOKE IS THIS?!" they all said. Somebody opened the door.