As the preparations for the next expedition began, the Survey Corps was in a state of frenzy. They had lost many of their members during the battle of Trost, and they knew that the next expedition could be just as dangerous. Hanji Zoe and Levi Ackerman were overseeing the preparations, making sure that everything was in order.
Atlas had been allowed to stay with the Survey Corps as a test subject, and he had been given a small room in the barracks. He spent most of his time alone, thinking about his situation and trying to understand the world he found himself in.
One day, while walking around the barracks, Atlas stumbled upon Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackerman training in the courtyard. Eren was practicing his Titan-shifting abilities, while Mikasa was honing her sword skills.
"Hey, Atlas," Eren said, noticing him. "Wanna join us?"
Atlas nodded, and the three of them spent the afternoon training together. Eren taught Atlas some basic ODM techniques, while Mikasa gave him tips on sword fighting.
As the sun began to set, they were interrupted by Hanji's voice.
"Attention all Survey Corps members," she said. "Please report to the briefing room for a meeting with Commander Erwin."
Atlas, Eren, and Mikasa made their way to the briefing room, where they found the rest of the Survey Corps waiting. Erwin Smith was standing at the front of the room, looking as serious as ever.
"Good evening, everyone," Erwin said. "As you know, we will be embarking on our next expedition in three days. This will be our most dangerous mission yet, and we need to be prepared for anything."
He went on to explain the details of the mission, the objective, and the risks involved. The room was silent as he spoke, with the occasional murmur of agreement or concern from the members.
After the meeting, the members dispersed to continue their preparations. Atlas returned to his room, deep in thought. He knew that he would have to be on his guard during the upcoming mission, as his true identity as a human from another world was still a secret.
The next three days were a blur of activity. The members trained, restocked their supplies, and sharpened their weapons. Atlas spent most of his time practicing his Titan-shifting abilities, trying to master the technique of hardening his skin.
Finally, the day of the expedition arrived. The members gathered at the gates of the inner wall, ready to set out on their mission. The air was tense with anticipation, and Atlas felt a knot form in his stomach.
As they stepped outside the walls, Atlas felt the rush of wind and the smell of dirt and grass. He looked around, taking in the vast expanse of land before them. He had never seen anything like it, and he felt a sense of awe and fear at the same time.
The group began to move forward, walking in formation as they made their way towards their objective. Atlas walked alongside Eren and Mikasa, feeling a sense of camaraderie with them. They had become his closest friends in this world, and he knew that he could rely on them.
As they walked, they encountered their first Titan. It was a small one, only about 5 meters tall, but it was still a threat. The group moved into action, with the experienced members taking charge and the rookies following their lead.
Atlas watched in amazement as the members worked together to take down the Titan. They used a combination of blades, hooks, and ODM gear to attack its weak points, finally delivering the killing blow to its nape.
They moved on, encountering more Titans along the way. Some were small and easy to take
As they approached the edge of the forest, the scouts began to spread out, forming a perimeter around the area. Atlas found himself assigned to a small team led by Mikasa, along with Sasha and Connie.
"Stay alert," Mikasa warned them, as they moved deeper into the woods. "We don't know what we might find out here."
Atlas nodded, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of danger. He had seen enough Titans to know that they could be anywhere, at any time.
As they walked, Sasha suddenly raised her hand, signaling for them to stop. She held a finger to her lips, indicating that they needed to be quiet.
"What is it?" Connie whispered, his eyes darting around nervously.
Sasha pointed to a nearby tree, where a small bird was perched. "If there's a bird around, that means there might be Titans nearby," she explained.
Mikasa nodded, her expression serious. "Spread out and keep your eyes open," she ordered.
The group fanned out, moving slowly and cautiously through the forest. Atlas felt his heart pounding in his chest, as he scanned the area for any signs of danger.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from up ahead, and the sound of trees being uprooted. The scouts all froze, their eyes widening in terror.
"Titans!" Mikasa shouted, drawing her blades. "Get ready to fight!"
The group charged forward, their weapons at the ready. Atlas felt a surge of adrenaline as he joined the fray, his Titan strength allowing him to easily overpower the smaller Titans that had ambushed them.
As they fought, Atlas couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. For the first time since he had been transported to this world, he felt like he was truly making a difference.
After the battle was over, the group returned to their campsite to rest and recover. As Atlas settled in for the night, he couldn't help but think about the things he had seen and experienced.
He had come to this world as a stranger, but now he felt like he was a part of something bigger than himself. And he knew that as long as there were Titans to fight, he would be there to help in any way he could.
The sun rose on the next day, the scouts began to pack up their gear, preparing to head back to the safety of the walls. But Atlas knew that their work was far from over.
He had come to this world with a purpose, and he was determined to see it through to the end
Atlas found himself in the midst of the chaos, assisting where he could and trying to keep out of the way.
He watched as teams of soldiers inspected their gear, double-checking everything from their blades to their maneuvering equipment. Others went over maps and strategized, trying to anticipate every possible scenario that could play out on the battlefield.
Eren, meanwhile, had disappeared with Mikasa, deep in conversation. Atlas couldn't make out what they were saying, but he assumed it had something to do with their shared past.
As the night wore on, fatigue began to set in. Atlas found himself yawning frequently, his mind wandering as he went through the motions of helping with the preparations.
Eventually, he found himself sitting alone, staring out into the darkness beyond the walls. He felt a pang of homesickness, thinking of his own world and the people he had left behind.
But he pushed the thoughts aside, knowing that he had a job to do. He was here for a reason, and he couldn't afford to let himself get distracted by nostalgia.
Just then, Hanji approached him, a clipboard in hand. "Hey there, Atlas," she said with a smile. "How are you holding up?"
Atlas nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Tired, but I'll manage," he said.
Hanji looked at him curiously. "You know, I've been thinking," she said. "I wonder if there's a way to communicate with you when you're in your Titan form. It would be useful to be able to give you instructions, don't you think?"
Atlas nodded, intrigued. "That would be helpful. But how would we do it?"
Hanji's eyes lit up. "I have an idea," she said. "We could try using a series of hand signals. It would be simple enough for you to understand, and we could come up with a set of signals for different commands."
Atlas was impressed by her ingenuity. "That's a good idea," he said. "Let's give it a try."
Hanji handed him the clipboard, which was covered in sketches of various hand signals. They went through them one by one, with Hanji explaining what each one meant.
It took some practice, but soon Atlas had the signals down pat. Hanji seemed pleased with the results, and she promised to continue working on the system to make it even more effective.
As the night wore on, the preparations for the expedition continued. The air was electric with anticipation, and Atlas could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
He knew that tomorrow would be a day like no other, and he was ready for whatever lay ahead.
The Survey Corps moved forward, the ground beneath their feet began to shake. They looked around, trying to determine the source of the disturbance, when they saw them: a horde of Titans charging towards them.
The sound of the Titans' footsteps grew louder and louder, and soon the Corps found themselves in the middle of a full-blown Titan ambush. Panic spread through the group as they desperately tried to fend off the relentless Titans, using their ODM gear to swing through the air and strike at the Titans' weak points.
Atlas was in the thick of it, his mind focused solely on survival as he fought alongside his fellow soldiers. He swung through the air, slicing at the Titans with his blades and trying to avoid getting swatted out of the sky by their massive fists.
Despite their efforts, the Survey Corps was quickly overwhelmed. Titans were coming at them from all sides, and they were outnumbered and outmatched. Atlas could see the fear in his comrades' eyes as they fought to stay alive, and he knew that they were running out of time.
"We need to fall back!" Eren shouted over the din of battle. "There are too many of them!"
The group began to retreat, fighting their way back as they slowly made their way towards the wall. Atlas could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he fought to keep the Titans at bay, his muscles straining with the effort.
As they neared the wall, a Titan suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their escape route. It was massive, easily twice the size of any Titan they had faced before, and it seemed almost impervious to their attacks.
"Shit!" Eren shouted. "What are we gonna do?"
The group stood there for a moment, frozen in fear and uncertainty. The Titan let out a blood-curdling roar, and they knew that they had no choice but to fight.
Atlas took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He charged towards the Titan, dodging its massive fists and slicing away at its nape with his blades. The other members of the Corps followed his lead, fighting with all their might to bring the Titan down.
It was a long and grueling battle, but eventually they were able to defeat the Titan and make it back to the safety of the wall. The group collapsed onto the ground, panting and covered in sweat and blood.
"We did it," Eren said, a look of exhaustion and relief on his face. "We survived."
Atlas looked around at his fellow soldiers, all of them battered and bruised but still standing. He felt a sense of camaraderie with them, a bond that could only be forged in the heat of battle.
"We did it," he echoed, a small smile crossing his face. "We made it back."
As the sun began to set over the wall, the Survey Corps rested and recuperated, knowing that they had survived another day in the fight against the Titans.
Atlas lay awake in his tent, staring up at the canvas ceiling. The events of the previous day played over and over in his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder what he could have done differently to prevent the ambush.
He thought back to his training with the Survey Corps, the long hours of physical exertion and combat simulations. He had felt confident in his abilities, but now he realized that he had been naive.
As he lay there in the darkness, Atlas made a silent vow to himself. He would train harder than ever before, learn everything he could about the Titans and their behavior, and become the best soldier he could be.
He knew that he couldn't change the past, but he could certainly shape the future. And with that determination in his heart, he finally drifted off to sleep.
Atlas was sitting by the campfire, lost in thought, when he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up to see Sasha, Connie, and Jean walking towards him.
"Hey there, big guy," Sasha said, grinning. "Mind if we join you?"
Atlas shook his head, and the three of them settled down around the fire.
"So, what's on your mind?" Jean asked, noticing the troubled look on Atlas's face.
Atlas sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just can't stop thinking about yesterday. I feel like I could have done more to help."
"It's natural to feel that way," Connie said, patting Atlas on the back. "But you did everything you could. We all did."
"I know," Atlas said, still feeling guilty. "But it's just frustrating, you know? We trained for this, and yet we still got ambushed."
Sasha nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it sucks. But we can't change what happened. We can only focus on what we can do now."
Jean chimed in. "And what we can do now is prepare for the next expedition. We'll make sure to be even more ready this time."
Atlas smiled, feeling comforted by his friends' words. "You guys are right. We can't change the past, but we can learn from it."
The group fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the crackling of the fire and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.
"So, Atlas," Sasha said after a few minutes. "Tell us more about yourself. Where are you from?"
Atlas hesitated, unsure of how much he should reveal. "I'm...not from around here," he said finally.
Jean raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Are you from a different town?"
Atlas shook his head, deciding to take a chance and tell them the truth. "No, I'm not from this world. I was...transported here."
The three of them looked at Atlas in surprise, clearly not expecting that answer.
"What do you mean, transported?" Connie asked.
"I mean I'm not from this universe. I come from a different reality," Atlas explained, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he spoke.
The group was silent for a moment, taking in Atlas's words.
"That's...crazy," Sasha said finally. "How did that happen?"
Atlas shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was in my own world one moment, and the next I was here. It's...hard to explain."
Jean looked thoughtful. "So, you have no idea how to get back?"
Atlas shook his head, feeling a sense of resignation wash over him. "No, I don't. But I'm starting to think that maybe I'm meant to be here."
The three of them looked at Atlas with understanding, and Sasha patted his arm. "Well, we're glad you're here with us. We'll make sure to keep you safe."
Atlas smiled gratefully at them. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it."
Reiner and Bertolt stood at the edge of the wall, looking out at the vast expanse beyond. They had just finished their watch and were now free to talk without worrying about being overheard.
"So, what do you think of Atlas?" Bertolt asked, breaking the silence.
Reiner sighed. "I don't know. He's a bit strange, isn't he? I mean, he's a Titan, but he's different from the others. He's not like Annie, who was trained to fight. He's just... there."
Bertolt nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But there's something about him. I can't quite put my finger on it."
Reiner turned to his friend, eyebrow raised. "You have a crush on him, don't you?"
Bertolt's face flushed bright red. "N-no! That's not it at all! I just... I don't know. There's something odd about him."
Reiner chuckled. "Relax, Bert. I'm just teasing. But seriously, we need to keep an eye on him. He could be dangerous."
Bertolt nodded solemnly. "I know. But I still can't shake this feeling that he's not like the other Titans. Maybe he can help us somehow."
Reiner frowned. "Help us? How could a Titan possibly help us?"
Bertolt shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he knows something we don't. Or maybe he has some kind of power that could turn the tide of the war. We won't know unless we try."
Reiner thought about this for a moment before nodding. "Alright. We'll keep an eye on him, but we won't approach him just yet. We need to be careful."
Bertolt smiled. "Thanks, Reiner. I knew I could count on you."
The two friends stood in silence for a few moments, watching the sun rise over the horizon. They knew that their time on this island was limited, but they were determined to make the most of it.
Reiner approached Atlas as he was sitting alone by the campfire, looking out at the horizon. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.
Atlas shrugged. "Sure, why not."
They sat in silence for a few moments, watching the clouds roll by. Finally, Reiner spoke up. "So, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Okay," Atlas replied, turning to face Reiner. "What's on your mind?"
"Well," Reiner began, "it's about your Titan form. You're a Pure Titan, right?"
Atlas nodded. "Yeah, that's what they tell me."
"I see," Reiner said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "You know, I've been thinking about that. It's not every day we come across a Pure Titan that can transform back into a human."
Atlas raised an eyebrow. "And why is that significant?"
Reiner leaned in closer. "Because it means you're different. You might have a special purpose, a special destiny, if you will."
Atlas narrowed his eyes. "What are you trying to say?"
Reiner leaned back, his expression neutral. "I'm not saying anything, really. I'm just curious. I want to know more about you, about your Titan form, about your past."
Atlas stared at Reiner with a quizzical expression on his face. "If I told you I was from Marley, would you believe me?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.
Reiner's eyes widened in surprise, before he composed himself. "Cut the bullshit, Atlas. How do you know about Marley?" he demanded, grabbing Atlas by the neck.
Atlas remained calm, looking directly into Reiner's eyes. "I'm not from Marley. I come from the Far East," he said, his tone even.
Reiner's grip tightened, and Atlas could see the sweat beading on his forehead. "You're lying," he spat.
Atlas chuckled, a slight smirk on his face. "Do you really want to do this here, right now? With every scout available?" he taunted, his eyes flicking towards the other soldiers gathered nearby.
Reiner released his grip, his face contorted with anger. "This isn't over," he growled, before storming off.
Atlas watched him go, a sense of unease settling in his gut. He knew that Reiner would not let this go, and he would need to be on guard from now on.
Atlas watched as Reiner walked away, realizing how foolish it was to bring up Marley in front of him. "Well, there goes my cover," he muttered to himself. "I should tell Erwin, but he might assume I know more than I do."
Deciding to rest, Atlas made his way to his quarters, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep. Meanwhile, Reiner returned to Bertolt, his face filled with panic.
"How did it go?" Bertolt asked, noticing the worry etched on Reiner's face.
"We have to kill him. He knows too much," Reiner said urgently.
"What do you mean?" Bertolt asked, his voice filled with concern.
"He knows about Marley, and if he tells Commander Erwin, our work will be in vain. We have no choice," Reiner said firmly.
"Reiner, we have enough information already. We don't need to risk everything to kill him," Bertolt reasoned.
"It's not enough. We have to kill him and find the Coordinate," Reiner replied, his determination unwavering.
Bertolt sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with Reiner when he was like this. "Alright, let's go back. But we have to be careful. We can't let anyone suspect us," he warned.
Reiner nodded, his mind already made up. "We'll do it tonight," he said, a hint of desperation in his voice.
As Reiner and Bertolt walked away from the scene, Atlas lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He knew he was in danger, but he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone about what he knew. He was afraid that they would think he was crazy or that he was somehow involved with Reiner and Bertolt.
Suddenly, he felt someone grab him from behind and start choking him. He struggled and tried to fight back, but it was no use. He felt his consciousness fading away and soon he stopped moving altogether. It was clear that he had been killed in his sleep by Reiner and Bertolt, but the details of his death remained a Atlas took his last breath, his mind raced with regret. Regret that he couldn't do more to prevent his own death, regret that he couldn't use the knowledge he had gained to make a difference in the world.
Bertolt looked on with horror as Reiner continued to choke the life out of Atlas. He knew that they had made a mistake, that they had let their fear and desperation get the better of them.
"We have to go, Reiner. We have to leave now," Bertolt said, his voice shaking.
Reiner finally released his grip on Atlas' neck, letting his lifeless body fall to the ground. He turned to Bertolt, his eyes wide with panic.
"We can't leave him here like this. Someone will find him and know what we've done," Reiner said.
Bertolt shook his head. "We don't have a choice. We have to leave now, before someone sees us."
Reiner hesitated for a moment, looking back at Atlas' body. But Bertolt was right - they had to go.
Together, they ran from the scene of the crime, leaving behind the body of the young man who had unknowingly stumbled upon their secret. They didn't know what the future held, but they knew one thing for certain - they could never let anyone else find out what they were really after.
….
As Atlas slowly opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the middle of Trost. The streets were filled with Titans, and death was all around. It took him a moment to realize what was happening - time had been reset.
"What the hell is going on here".
Dice here, sorry for the wait I tried to write longer story and spice things up. By that I mean killing Atlas/Kido and time looping (Foreshadowing?). Don't worry, the story is not yet finished and I'm not abandoning it. Hope you enjoy this chapter! and write me a review after.