16.1 Evilhumour

"Um..." Armin blinked at what he watching, a bit surprised that it was happening

"Yeah," Mikasa agreed, watching the Titan being knocked around by the looper with ease. "That's something you don't see every day."

"Nope," Eren said slowly, watching the red skinned looper grow another several feet tall to combat the wall titan that raced towards him. "I'm kinda glad that Magnus is here, but this is still very odd ."

16.2 Crossoverpairinglover

As the body of the Female Titan began to evaporate away before them, Eren and a red armored figure eyed it in different ways.

Eren in the regular 'this is so therapeutic and I so do not have a problem' manner of his, while the red armored figure...

"I thought she'd be bigger."

Seemed forelorn. Eren eyed him with confusion.

"So, 14 meters is too short?" Eren questioned his logic, but then again maybe he was a hunter. Sasha always did seem to like taking down bigger game after all. "We can go and fight two other Titan Shifters if that makes you..."

"No, the height isn't the problem," the red armored figure said darkly, as Eren blinked.

"Okay then... you're not one of those people who like chubby..."

"Her boobs were smaller than I'd thought they'd be."

That line just through Eren for a loop, causing him to literally trip and fall to the ground as the red armor around the figure retracted, revealing a brown haired high school student with a red gauntlet on his arm.

"I mean, a 14 meter tall, super strong monster of a woman should be far bustier than she was." he sighed casually. "I mean, have you ever seen Giganta, or Gaea from Kratos's homeworld? I mean, sure, her muscular form is quite appealing in of itself, and her human form is quite delectable. Her well trained form reminds me greatly of the beauty of your sister, or perhaps a rougher version of that perky hunter, but I was expecting her breasts to be at least a third the size of Princess Shirahoshi's at the very least."

Eren's mind was barely functioning at this point. Annie was not attractive, she did not look like Mikasa in anyway, and what was with this guy?!

Seemingly ignoring Eren's brain error, the fellow walked casually over to where the nape of the Female Titan was decaying, where he yanked out the heavily injured Annie Leonheart.

"Well, let down or not, Rias does want to see what will happen if a Titan Shifter is brought back as a devil, and her beauty is still quite remarkable even if she does not match up to the wonders of Shirahoshi's woman flesh, she'll make a fine member of the Occult Research Club!" Issei Hyoudou grinned. "So, if you need miss Leonheart for anything, just summon a devil and I or any of my wonderful lady friends will be there!"

And in a burst of smoke, the writer of Of A Proper Build of A Harem King King (or Queen) in the Multiverse vanished, leaving Eren more stunned than he had ever been since that loop where the basement featured a sandwich eating his mother.

A few months later Annie would appear in Trost to deliver a message about a rogue Archangel attack in the works for Wall Rose. With black wings and a tendency to blush when talking about 'Issei-Kun'. Eren made a note to drink heavily later.

16.3

Mitras, Capital of the Walls:

King Fritz stirred in his bed, a surge of sobriety striking him in the dark of the night. Rising from his bed, the pretender king set out for the only libations he could discover, as his own had long since run dry. And so, into the night if his castle, Fritz wandered.

"...Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitz..."

Fritz looked up from his bowed walk, and then behind him. "Hmm. Wind." He resumed walking through the halls to his castle, searching for either rum, wine, or mead.

"...Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitz..."

Fritz again looked behind himself, at and through the walls, paintings, tapestries, ghost, stonework and other such kingly things. "Hmm... Wind."

"Fuck. Fritz!"

"Hmm?" False King Fritz turned and came face to face with a white haired boy with green eyes. The ghost glared at him. "Hello."

Several seconds passed.

"SHIIIIIIIT!"

The guards of Mitras watched as King Fritz ran screaming by them, only stopping to hand one of them the crown, with a note saying 'Too Historia Reiss, aka, Christa Lenz.'

Queen Historia Reiss, alias Christa Lenz, lounged on the throne of King Fritz' regime, having just cheerfully order the execution of King Rod Reiss. "Thank's Marco. Couldn't have done this without you."

Marco lounged in the air, floating along lazily, but vigilantly. "As I have said. It has always been an honor of mine to serve the royalty. King or Queen. Besides, scaring the daylights out of Fritz and running him from the castle is too much fun."

Historia kicked up her feet on a footrest of ice. "Now that... That I can get behind."

16.4 Vinylshadow

Bertholt looked up at the massive wall of Shiganshina. He knew his two allies, Reinar and Annie were off doing their own sabotage to the Walled City.

He let out a quiet breath, then entered his Titan form, shooting up to a massive sixty meters. He looked over the wall, peering down at the city within-

"HEY!"

Startled, Bertholt lowered his gaze to see a young kid standing on the wall in front of him. He couldn't have been more than 15 or so. Bertholt would've laughed had he possessed the ability to do so. However, one child wasn't enough to stop him and he drew his foot back to kick a hole in the wall.

"REDUCTO!"

Bertholt stumbled back in shock and agony as his head exploded. His human body exposed, he released a burst of steam to hide his esca-

"Ventus!"

An abnormally powerful gust of wind cleared the steam and Bertholt felt a human hand touch his face. Opening his eyes, he stared into the fierce eyes of the child he had dismissed.

"Not this time," the child said calmly, pointing the short piece of wood at him. "I think it's time you worked for me...Imperio!"

Annie, clad in her Female Titan form, led the group of Titans toward the wall, which Bertholt had said he'd breach for her to allow minor Titans in while they looked for the Coordinate.

She looked forward and frowned. The Colossal Titan had turned from the Wall and was slowly lumbering towards her. Behind him, the wall was undamaged. Annie growled and as Bertholt approached, she pointed at the wall. The Titan Shifter ignored her and with a speed that didn't seem natural, his arm shot out and wrapped around her throat. Her eyes bulged as he began to squeeze and she lashed out at him, but even with hardened knuckles, he was simply too large to do any lasting damage. She let out a scream that directed the nearby Titans to attack the insane Titan Shifter. As the Colossal Titan tore her head off and crushed her human body, her last thought was of Reiner, who could still wreak havoc in the walls once he heard her signal.

Completely unaware of the fate of his comrades, Reiner was currently walking through Shiganshina.

"Reiner," a voice called. He stopped and turned to see a small boy clad in rags with a blonde bowl cut wave to him. Reiner frowned. He didn't recognize the boy and those that knew his name were few in number.

"Yes?" he asked politely.

"Bertholt and Annie have failed. The wall still stands and they are dead," the child said, his voice carefully pitched so that only the two of them could hear. Reiner's eyes went wide and he stepped back from the brunette.

"What? That's not..." he stopped as Annie's scream tore through the sky and he whirled to stare towards the source. "...Annie?" he asked fearfully. His eyes darted to the blonde. If he could kill him...

Reiner lunged at the smaller human, intent on silencing him then going to check on his allies, but the kid was suddenly no longer there. "What?!"

"Over here."

Reiner turned to see the kid smirking and waving at him cheekily. Reiner growled and swung his arm in an attempt to trigger a transformation, only to suddenly freeze. The kid now had a stick of wood pointed at him.

"Nifty little spell, Petrificus Totalus. Completely freezes a target. Now, this is something I've been looking forward to doing for quite some time," the brunette said happily. "Silencio!"

His eyes then hardened and his voice went eerily quiet: "Crucio."

Sometime later, Eren looked down at the pieces of the corpse of the Titan Shifter, then Vanished them before he Apparated to a familiar location. Once the world stopped spinning, he saw Armin and Mikasa chatting together. Looking up at the sound of Apparation, they both smiled at him.

"Well, that was quite interesting, don't you think?" Eren said, twirling his wand between his fingers. Mikasa waved him over and Armin held up a sandwich. He walked up and gave them a tight hug before sitting across from them.

"What did you do to Reiner?" Mikasa asked curiously.

"Crucio. It felt nice, letting him experience the pain we've gone through. Didn't even last five minutes," Eren said. "What did you do, Armin?"

"Imperio, then I compelled him to kill Annie, who used her ability to make the Titans kill Bertholt," Armin said with a shrug. Mikasa smiled and tilted her head.

"Well, that buys us some time before anything else happens. What should we do now?"

"Relax and take things as they come?" Eren suggested. "Maybe go out and do some surveying of our own; find potential spots next time we go out on the expedition?"

Mikasa stroked her chin and nodded. "Maybe find Levi and talk to him about what we did?"

"He'd never believe us," Armin scoffed.

"Ah, but you're wrong, Armin," Mikasa said with a grin, pulling a camera out of her Pocket. "Because I recorded Eren dealing with the Titan."

"Ah, so that's where you were," Eren said with a nod as he stood up and pulled his Anchors with him. "Come on, first to find Levi doesn't have to wear the maid outfit."

"I think you enjoyed it a little too much," Armin said as they put on their Omni-Directional Maneuver Gear. "Hey, if Levi can make it look good, so can I!"

16.5

Zoe Hange struggled up from the ground he had fallen face first into. "Ugh... Admins damn short loops," she muttered. Giving himself a shake, the mad(ish) scientist of the Walled World glanced about the new surroundings. She was standing squarely in a small patio outside of an ornate house, surrounded by a vast field of lilies. Hange blinked. "Huh. Another fused loop. Interesting."

Walking up the cobblestone path to the house, Hange found himself struck by the ethereal beauty of the universe she found himself in. The styling of the house wasn't too far from the standard of her world, but more notable were the gravestones that lined the path, each one with names carved and scratched out on them. A scant number of trees and baths dotted the property around him, but enough existed to afford some shade from the light of...

The Moon?

Hange stopped and stared up at the glowing disk in the sky. The silvery form hung low on the horizon, almost mournfully. What Hange saw was strange, as what was more, the moon was seated in front of the clouds. "If that's no moon... What is it then?"

"It is the Moon Presence."

Hange glanced at her attendant, a surprisingly tall woman with white hair in an ornate maroon and black dress. To say she was stunning was... well, an understatement. Yet, she held herself with an air that Hange had seen only once before. The woman glanced at Hange, and tilted her head, giving her lips the appearance of an upward tick. Hange gasped. "You're a robot!"

"No, I am a doll. The Doll." The Doll unclasped her hands and held one out for Hange to shake. "Am I to assume that you are yet to reach the Waking world?"

"Uh... No? What?" Hange said in confusion. The Doll winced.

"My apologies. Sleep and Waking are a rather important dichotomy in this world. My intention was to subtly ask you if you were aware of the time loops."

Hange stared at his attendant, and then smiled a little. "Sorry. Yes, I am a looper. Zoe Hange, though everyone calls me Hange. Looper from the Walled World."

The Doll shook Hange's hand. "The Doll. Anchor of Yharnam, the world you have found yourself in."

Hange started. "Wait, you mean I'm still in Yharnam? I didn't go into another fused loop? Do you... have like a respawn mechanic or something?"

The Doll tilted her head. "I have never heard it described in such terms, but death, in this world, is not a permanent state. To escape the world, and this Nightmare, you must become a Hunter of Yharnam. Any time you perish in the world of Yharnam, you will come here." The Doll spread her arms wide, encompassing the trees, the stone, the grass, the entire breadth of her domain. "You will return to the Hunter's Dream."

Hange stared around. "Cool." Hands tugged at the scientist's pants, directing her attention to a grouping of minuscule beings at his feet. Hange gasped. "Ohhhh! They're so horrible!" Hange scooped one up. "Can I keep it?"

The Doll cocked an eyebrow (something she had been working on for quite a while. Having a doll's face did not lend itself to displaying subtle emotions well). "You want to keep the Messenger? I am sorry to crush your hopes, but the Messengers require the Dream for sustenance."

Hange hugged a group of messengers. "Then I'll recreate a dream in my world just for them!"

"Did I mention that our world is only slightly less buggy than Warhammer?" The Doll added, causing Hange to droop. "Fret not. The Messengers are a strange lot, even for myself and the other loopers in Yharnam. Rest assured though; they will be here when you return."

Hange set the messengers down onto the ground. "Man, that bites. I mean, what's even the point of them anyway other than to be adorable and ugly?"

"To provide fantastic and complicated weapons for you to wield," The Doll said without missing a beat. A group of messengers appeared next the The Doll and presented her with a gigantic stone hammer. The Doll pulled the hammer free and secured it to her back. A moment later, two cannons and a long spear appeared from the mass as well, and were also taken by the anchor of Yharnam. Armed and ready, The Doll nodded to the messengers. "Bring the full stock for... Excuse me, I don't believe I have been able to discern your gender. Are you... what are you?"

Hange blinked her eyes, and shrugged his shoulders. "Don't care. Now then: onto weapons!"

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"

Hange ran and dodge rolled underneath Vicar Amelia's wide grab, the monster behind her roaring. Turning on his heel, Hange tried to time another gunshot properly, only to miss the window and get caught by Amelia's swing attack. The scientist was flung across the cathedral hall and slammed into the fog gate, where The Doll watched passively. "She's healing again," Doll muttered.

"I know that now let me concentrate!" Hange growled, ripping her Blades of Mercy in half. The bifurcated sword, now a pair of long daggers, spun in Hange's hands and the soldier charged, leaping at Amelia's face. The transformed beast screamed and swung again, but by luck or by skill, Hange rolled forward and dodged inside of the attack. Driving both blades into Amelia's throat, Hange hung on as the Vicar rose up, standing at her impressive height of twenty feet. Hange glanced down, at the far off floor. Dangling from her neck, with only the hilts of his blades and Amelia's ragged white fur to hang onto, Hange pulled her blunderbuss out of his pocket and shoved it underneath Amelia's jaw.

Amelia jerked as the lead shot scoured her brain, cracking against her skull. For a second, the beast stood there, stunned. And then it roared. "RAAAHHHHH!"

A cannonball to the face killed her.

The beast formerly know as Vicar Amelia tumbled, fortunately, backwards. Hange rolled off of Amelia's chest and landed neatly on the ragged mess that used to be her head. The Hunter in training glared at The Doll, who was holding her still smoking cannon. "I could have taken her."

The Doll shrugged. "You were taking too long. I merely wanted to ensure that your blood echoes would not be wasted."

Hange growled feral at the thing that had stolen her kill, before shaking his head. "Goddamn... I really should examine how these blood echoes work. They're driving me mad."

The Doll smirked slightly, in response to the abnormally disquieted Hange. "Be wary good hunter. All who have pursued that avenue of knowledge have in fact gone horribly mad."

"Like this guy right here?" Hange asked, stepping over to the beast-like skull that dominated the alter Amelia had been praying at. Hange reached out to the skull...

And fainted.

"Fear the old blood, Lawrence..." Hange muttered. After what felt like only a moment, she got back to her feet. "Augh... What was that?"

The Doll shrugged. "I am uncertain. I have long since assumed that, through contact with the skull, you were able to partially enter a dreamscape containing Lawrence's consciousness, albeit a rather poorly constructed one."

Hange stared at Doll. "So... I entered a pocket dimension?"

"In a sense, yes," The Doll said. "Yharnam is a world contained within a Dream, created by the Great Ones. Is it really so unbelievable that they could be Dreams linked to this one?"

Hange sighed, pulling a vial of blood out of his pants. "No," she said as he injected herself with the healing blood. "But it's damn weird. I mean, sometimes you talk about this like it's something linked to the minds and souls of all Great Ones and all of Yharnam, and other times you say it's something separate. What exactly is this place?"

"A waking dream," The Doll said as Hange started walking for the door. "We live in a world that is strange and harmful and disturbing. We cannot comprehend it. Doing so will... simply raise your Insight."

"And line my brain with eyes," Hange muttered. Stepping out of the Grand Cathedral, Hange glanced around the dark evening. "Hmm. When did night fall?"

"It always does with Amelia is slain," The Doll said. "As I've said before, it's best not to think about."

Hange raised an eyebrow. "Right... I just HOLY HELL!" He screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!"

The Doll glanced up at where Hange was pointing. To her, the scientist was pointing at thin air, but a bit of focus allowed her to discern exactly what was present. "That is a Lesser Amygdala. Do not fret, it cannot hurt you."

Hange stared at the beast that literally defied description. "I think... I can feel myself literally going insane."

"Don't stare too long," The Doll advised. "If your Insight surpasses one hundred, the loop will automatically terminate to save your brain from insanity."

Hange tore his eyes from the monster that had appeared when her Insight had gotten high enough. "What... happens then?"

"Eiken," The Doll said.

Hange gulped. "Yup, not going to do that. Where can I get rid of Insight?"

The Doll turned on her heel and marched through the empty courtyards of the Cathedral Ward. Leading Hange back to Oedon Chapel (where Hange again denied himself the ability to see the Amygdala perched right over the chapel that all of her friends were in) The Doll gave the lantern inside a little kick. "Let's go to the Insight shop."

"Yay..." Hange muttered, and began to wonder of what she would do next.

Hange sipped the cocktail of blood and glanced over his notes. The compilation of annotations from the notes of the Byrgenwerth Scholars had steadily grown through the hours that Hange had waited there, eventually spreading across several pages and necessitating the Hunter in training to move the notes outside, as the candles she had been using had burned too low. There was something rather fitting about studying the notes by the moonlight.

Standing above him, The Doll passively watched her work. Doll had long since decided to not bother with trying decipher the rambling, insane notes of Byrgenwerth, seeing as she lacked the Insight to do so. The Hunter had merely shrugged the attempts off, stating they weren't smart or crazy enough to succeed. Gehrman had taken one look at a book from Byrgenwerth and had gone to burn his house down with a lemon.

Hange had taken to the mad writings like a fish to water. It was probably the academic background and his Insight. In fact... "Hange, what do you think your Insight is like at the moment?"

Hange clicked her teeth and shuffled a few papers about. "I don't know... Low nineties, high eighties?"

Doll sighed. "I'd rather you not crash the loop. Gehrman may not be Awake, but he is still here."

"Oh, he'll be... well..." Hange set his notes aside. "I need to get as much information as I can. I'm older than this entire world, older than you, older than even the Great Ones. Yet, for all the millennia I've existed, I've never, not once, encountered something like Yharnam. An entire pocket dimension, overlaid to a real life location and connecting to other dimensions. Byrgenwerth and the Healing Church and Mensis were the only people who studied the Great Ones and their powers."

Hange held up a sheet of paper, estimating the size and stability of the numerous pocket dimensions or Nightmares* as they were called by the notes. "I'm standing on the edge of a revolution in the field of trans-dimensional creation. I can't not step back from this."

The Doll shook her head. "Hange, look at Lawrence. Look at him." Doll pointed at the catatonic man, gently rocking away in his chair on the balcony of Byrgenwerth. "Lawrence went mad, and then became incapable of thought. His brain is stillborn and deformed. You will either suffer the same fate, or if reality is merciful, you will suffer Eiken."

Hange rolled her eyes (all ninety three of them). "I've never heard of someone who considered Eiken to be a lesser fate to madness. 'Cept maybe Naoki."

The Doll sighed loudly. Lawrence, across from them, groaned. "Hange, please don't do this."

"I'm doing it," Hange said as another eyeball appeared on the surface of his brain. "I'm doing it. Besides, this is knowledge. Knowledge is never a bad thing."

"But madness is never good," The Doll said quietly.

Hange rolled underneath the smoke skull and shot Martyr Logarius, stunning the leader of the Executioners. Running forward Hange surged her blood into his right hand, elongating it into a claw. Hange plunged the appendage into Logarius' stomach, grabbed what she could, and ripped it free.

Logarius stumbled, but swept his scythe at Hange, unleashing a shotgun blast of purple-black smoke. Hange staggered backwards, using up a blood vial to heal himself. The Gandalf rip-off summoned a smoky skull and sicked it on Hange, the slow homing attack moving towards him. Hange sidestepped and fire another gunshot at Logarius, but mistimed the attack. Logarius ran forward and swung at her, but a well-timed dodge roll saved Hange's ass.

Logarius plunged his sword into the stone tiles of the roof of Castle Cainhurst, letting it glow. Hange realized what was happening and jumped sideways fast, skidding down the snow covered tiles as black smoke rained down from the sky. "Dammit..."

Dangerously close to the edge, Hange stood. Logarius retrieved his sword and marched down towards her, looking tall in the driving wind and snow that shrouded the home of the Vilebloods. Logarius reared back, swinging his scythe, Hange running forward and to the left, ducking beneath the steel. Logarius turned, only to come face-to-boar with Hange's cannon. Hange smiled, and squeezed the trigger.

Logarius was launched off the roof, falling far into the cold night. Hange collapsed from the recoil, the force of the massive gun driving him into the tiles and wedging her in the roof. "Oh... Cool."

Stepping carefully over the slippery tiles, The Doll smiled and applauded. "Bravo, bravo. It's rare to see a visitor defeat Logarius on their first try. Amazing work Hange."

Hange smirked and heaved herself out of the wrecked roof. "Meh, I told you I would get the hang of it... or rather, the Hange of it."

The Doll stopped clapping.

Hange rolled his eyes. "Sheesh, it was just a joke. Come on Dolly, admit it. That was funny."

"I doubt so."

"Come on."

"No."

"Just a little."

"Why did you want to come here again?"

Hange marched up to the central path on the roof where, miraculously, Logarius' crown, the Cainhurst Crown of Illusions, was laying. Picking up the crown, Hange donned it. "Well, I wanted to see what this 'Corrupted Blood' of the Vilebloods was. I mean, it's not like I have anything else to do."

The Doll rolled her eyes as the secret throne room of Queen Annalise of the Vilebloods appeared before them. "There are certainly more useful things you could be doing. Farming the blood echoes of enemies would be useful. Finding more blood vials. You are running low."

"Meh," Hange said as the doors burst open.

Sprinting out into the snowy night and with the otherwise regal queen on his tail, Levi raced by Hange and The Doll, grabbing them both. "RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!"

"COME BACK MY LOVE I MUST SIRE THY CHILD!" The Queen screamed.

"Is that Petra?" Hange asked as Levi jumped off the roof, her and the Doll in tow. Then Hange became too occupied with screaming as he fell.

After nearly two or three seconds of plunging to their doom, Hange, Levi and The Doll landed in piles of soft snow, surviving the drop. It certainly wasn't fun though.

"Ugh..." Hange groaned into snow. "Ow..."

The Doll failed to stand up, having been impaled straight through the large snow drift. "Irksome."

Levi mumbled something about his legs. "Why me?"

"Why you what?" Hange grumbled. "And did you need to jump off the roof? What was happening up there anyway?"

Levi glanced up from the snow, his eyes red from his latent vampirism glitch. "Up there? Up there was Petra, playing as Queen Annalise of the Vilebloods. She's a pseudo vampire, and since I'm an actual vampire, we got married." Levi sunk back into the snow. "I've been running around that room all night, trying to stop her from jumping my bones to bear the child of blood."

Hange and The Doll glanced at each other. Hange's lip twitched.

Levi glared at Hange, who took a moment to pull The Doll from the snow. "You know, if I don't see her again for the rest of the evening, it may just be too soon."

'Hmm. I should let Alfred come over here, shouldn't I?' The Doll wondered. Aloud, she asked, "Are you a genuine vampire Mister Levi?"

"Not by choice," Levi grumbled.

"Levi is afflicted by a glitch to his soul. He'll occasionally and irreversibly turn into a Vampire if he isn't in control and careful," Hange explained. "But yes, he is a fully fledged vampire."

"That is very good," The Doll said, emptying her inventory of blood vials. "I have been meaning to get an official opinion regarding the tastes of local Yharnam blood strains, but the only other vampire I have encountered, Fluttershy, declined. May you please give me your opinion?"

Levi stared at the vial of orange blood. "What exactly is that?"

"A vial of blood from Iosefka's clinic," The Doll said.

Levi frowned but took the vial anyway. "Five minutes with friends and they want me to drink a stranger's blood. If I get AIDS from this, I'm blaming you two." Levi uncorked the blood, knocked it back, and...

Promptly spat it out. "What the fuck! It tastes like semen!"

Hange and The Doll stared blankly at Levi. Hange took a vial from her pocket and sipped it. "It tastes fine to me."

"God damn, just give me a different blood. I need to wash this off my tongue," Levi growled. Grabbing another vial of blood (Arianna's, Hange noted), Levi knocked it back, and spat it back out as well. "THIS IS FUCKING MENSTRUAL BLOOD!"

Hange suddenly noticed something. "Wait... how do you know menstrual blood and semen taste like?"

"..." Levi stared hatefully at The Doll and Hange. "We're leaving." Levi spun on his heel, and marched off towards the front gate. A blood licker looked up and waddled over to him, looking for it's next meal.

The Doll pulled out her cannon. "Should we?"

Levi drew Chikage in his right hand, Reiterspalach in his left, and diced the blood licker in one strike.

"Nope," Hange answered.

"Kos... some say Kosm... grant us... what are you doing?"

"Eating," Hange said nonchalantly, turning the captured possum over the fire. The hilariously queer scientist wrenched a leg off of the cooking mammal. "Want some?"

Micolash, everyone's favorite cage wearing lunatic, stared numbly down at Hange. "Wha-" Micolash ducked and rolled, barely avoiding Levi's sword strikes. "Ah, you're both Hunters. Well it shouldn't-"

Micolash ducked The Doll's Kirkhammer. "-Surprise me. A Hunter must hunt, even in their dreams." The leader of the school of Mensis cackled madly. "It's a whole squadron of Hunters!" Micolash pulled an Auger of Ebritas from his pocket and flipped it over as Hange stood up and pulled out his Blades of Mercy. "Come to deal with little ole me."

Levi ducked a surge of tentacles, switching Reiterspallach into its gun form. He stepped into range, stepped back fast enough to avoid Micolash's punch, and shot him in the chest. Micolash twitched, stunned by the sudden shot. Any attempt to retaliate was interrupted by The Doll slamming her Hammer into him. Micolash vanished.

For a few moments, the trio of Hunters awkwardly stood there, no one about. Then a voice rang out. "NOOO! I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP! I DON'T WANT TO FORGET WHAT I LEARNED!"

The Doll clicked her teeth. "Forward then?"

"Forward," Levi and Hange concurred.

"What are you doing?"

The Hunter's Dream was a place that was supposed to be filled with tranquility. Now, the home of Gehrman was on fire. The Moon Presence waited in the nearby meadow, patiently gazing at Hange, Levi, and The Doll. Levi had been the one to raise the question, as Hange wound a dark brown sinew around her hand. "Hange, what are you planning?"

Hange tugged at the Cord of the Eye, a third of an umbilical cord belonging to a dead Great One. It was Hange's third portion of the cord, and now it was going into him. In a flash of light, the cord vanished. Hange inhaled deeply as his Insight rose. "I'm getting ready."

"To do what, exactly?" Levi questioned carefully.

Hange smiled. "Trust me Levi. I've got this."

Hange ran into the meadow that the Moon Presence waited in. One minute later, Hange pulled herself off of the cobblestone ground and smiled meekly at Levi and Doll. "Okay, I tried. I still got this."

Stepping back into the meadow, Hange snapped his Blades of Mercy apart, approaching the Moon Presence. The eldritch creature, a Great One, an alien of nigh incomprehensible nature, seemed to snarl at her. Maybe it was trying to figure out hir gender.

Hange wouldn't give it the honor. Breaking into a sprint, Hange closed the gap fast, blade's back. The Moon Presence glowed, an area of effect attack raring to go. Hange stopped and back stepped, just exiting the blast radius as the spell went off. Crying out, the Moon Presence glowed again.

Hange pulled out a pistol and shot the monster. The Presence responded with laser vision.

Hange sidestepped, the beam of horrible energy lancing through the air behind him. Hange closed the gap again, getting right up to the Moon Presence's side and slashing at it's exposed ribs. The Presence shrieked, rounded on Hange, and swiped at her. Hange moved with the Presence's swing, settling back against it's flank, where he delivered three more devastating blows.

The Presence began to glow again, Hange rolling away, but to slowly. The surge of eldritch energies washed over her, sending Hange flying. The Hunter landed heavily on his back, but got up again.

The Moon Presence turned to face Hange as she sprinted at it, swiping at him. Hange was ready: with a blast from her blunderbuss, the Moon Presence staggered, the blow failing to connect. Hange smirked like a feral beast, before driving his hand deep into the Presence's skull. For a second, the world seemed to hang still.

Hange ripped it's skull out.

The Presence sagged, sinking into the blood lilies. A shower of blood washed over Hange, the Hunter sighing as, finally, the loop could end. It was over...

...Wasn't it?

Levi watched, from far away, as Hange's form evaporated. Swords out, he pressed them into The Doll's throat. "Where is Hange?" he snarled.

The Doll impassively regarded the man that held her at sword point, before shaking her head. "Good mister Ackerman, Hange has merely ascended. Small A," she hastily added at Levi's expression of horror. "By bearing the ancient echoes of blood, and by seeing the world from what it truly is through there insight, Zoe Hange has become nearly divine."

The Doll stepped around Levi and walked down the steps to the Hunter's Workshop. At the base of the stairs, a mound of pale, steaming flesh was coagulating. The Doll smiled as she picked up the newborn bundle. "Dear Hange... Has become a Great One."

In The Doll's arms, a thing, a baby Titan, turned over, and stared at Levi with far too wise eyes. Levi gulped, composed himself, and spoke. "Hange, I have seen babies before. You are, without a doubt, the ugliest baby I have ever seen."

Hange's blunderbuss bounced off of Levi's skull. The vampire chuckled lightly. "Don't scare me like that again."

The Doll caressed the newborn horror. "I've always loved seeing such evolution. The Hunter has long been obliging in that respect. I do believe, in time, Hange will become a very power being."

In The Doll's arms, Hange gurgled something incoherent. It may have been an affirmation, or maybe indignation. You really couldn't tell.

"The Loop should be ending soon," The Doll declared. "I look forward to meeting you both again."

Levi took Hange from The Doll's arms, biding slightly. "It has been a time, Doll. Good bye."

"Good bye."

"Guh buh."

Hange bounced out of his chair, bounding about the room. "God damn, that was awesome! Yeah!"

Levi teleported into Hange's room in the barracks a moment later. "Welcome back to the land of the looping Hange. It's been a while."

Hange stopped bouncing. "It has? The loop just ended. The Yharnam one, that is. How long has it been for you?"

"Ten years, give or take. Two loops," Levi admitted. "Damn fucking weird time loops."

"You can say that again," Hange admitted, chuckling. "Hey... I wonder if I kept that Great One state."

Levi and Hange stared at each other for a moment. Then at Hange's hand. The mad scientist smirked, bit his hand, and, in a flash of red lightning, was transformed!

...Into a Toddler Titan. "Wuh da fuh?"

And so, Levi spent the rest of the loop laughing, and Hange spent it glaring at every single person who asked why.

16.6

Up on the lip of Wall Rose, overlooking the vast expanse of Wall Maria, Connie and Sasha reclined in a lawn chair. Next to the pair of teens a small picnic had been set out, with sandwiches and some pasteurized milk and two baked potatoes, one for each. Beyond their sight, in the distant west, the sun was setting.

Connie adjusted himself in the lawn chair, trying to fit next to Sasha. "You watch the sunset often?"

"...Not really. No," Sasha admitted. "Do you?"

"Yeah. Sometimes."

The silence, agreeable and tranquil, set in again. Connie and Sasha watched the sun slowly sink further into the distant mountains. If you ignored the wandering gigantic cannibals, you could have even called it pleasant.

"Connie?"

"Yeah Sasha?"

"Your elbow's in my side."

"Sorry." Connie shifted the joint away from Sasha's torso. The girl from the countryside adjusted herself in the seat, leaning back further.

The wind flowed with Sasha's hair, twitching it, caressing it gently, playing with her ponytail. Sasha liked that, despite the fact that joining the army had made her life a mess, she could still keep her hair long, even if it had to be done up.

Connie had long since embraced his shaven head. In Ragako, it was a ritual: shaving your head meant you were a man. He'd always found that funny though. He hadn't felt smarter or stronger or manlier with shaven hair. Maybe it was because most of the men in his village were farmers, rather than soldiers.

The sun washed down on the two. Sasha turned in the chair and smiled at Connie. "You alright?"

"...Yeah. I guess."

"You're not talking all that much."

"I guess I'm just a little worried, is all."

"About?"

"About everything." Connie's amber eyes seemed to crack in the fading sun. "I'm worried about the new expansion. We're back in Shiganshina. The Beast Titan's there. Reiner and Bertolt are there. And you're there."

Sasha tapped Connie's head gently. "I'm here. And you know I'm not going anywhere."

"We could die."

"We'll live on."

"Doesn't it bother you that our baseline... The path that things would have gone if we weren't looping, our destiny, may be to die?"

"...Yeah, it does." Sasha shifted in the lawn chair, getting a little more comfortable. "It bothers me a lot. Everyone fears dying. I can avoid it though. So can you. We aren't bound by our fate any more Connie."

Connie glanced away from Sasha, wrestling with himself for a moment before, begrudgingly, admitting something to her and himself. "I know that Sasha. But I can still worry."

Sasha hugged her best friend. "We'll live. I know we will."

The sun gently touched the peak of the mountains in the far west, languidly beginning the final leg of it's daily journey. Connie and Sasha sat there, in their lawn chair, on Wall Rose's edge, next to a picnic, watching the sun slowly seep into the distance. Connie ran a finger on Sasha's chin. "I guess we will."

"We can take whatever comes our way."

"Yeah..."

The sun's upper lip finally kissed the far off peaks, and with a flourish of warm orange light, vanished behind the mountains. The shadow of the earth well and truly encompassed the Walled Country. Sasha sighed peacefully. Connie spoke. "Sasha."

"Yeah Connie?"

"Your elbow is in my side."

Sasha shifted her elbow. She and Connie curled up as the sun's warmth slowly decayed into the cool night. "Hey Sasha?"

"Yeah Connie?"

"You think we'll need a blanket before we fall asleep?"

"It'll be a warm night. And we have each other. We'll cool."

"Good..."

The light of the sun vanished, and Connie and Sasha pulled each other closer.

"...Good..."

16.7 Crossoverpairinglover

"...The walls of made of lead," Levi observed bluntly as Eren scratched his head in confusion.

"Is, that a problem?"

"Just don't eat the walls and you should be fine..." Levi pointed up to the top of the walls, where members of the wall cult were licking the top of the wall as if it was a giant block of chocolate.

Two of the most dangerous men alive promptly sweat dropped.

"I'd suggest locking your room at night, and sleeping with something sharp," Levi quipped.

"I share a room with Mikasa this loop, I'll be fine." Eren realized what that sounded like, and quickly added; "the room has two beds".

16.8 Crossoverpairinglover

"Say it."

"No."

"Come on..."

"No!"

Eren crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head while Levi and Armin bantered back and forth.

"It worked, didn't it?" Armin said smugly as the weird aliens in red, blue and yellow crowded around him.

"Fine. Yes, Pikmin are effective at taking down Titans," Levi said, throwing up his arms in defeat.

"They'll put you out of a job at this rate," Mikasa said, plucking some Rock Pikmin from the ground as a group of White Pikmin hauled the Titan corpse to their Onion, which spat out a blizzard of Pikmin Sprouts.

"I don't understand why Nintendo characters are trying to destroy humanity?" Connie expressed confusion as to the whole point of the loop as Pastor Nick ran by them.

"The filthy console peasants are attacking! P.C Master Race, save us!" he shouted in terror.

"...Hey, I happen to a filthy Playstation King!" Hannes shouted from a distant corner.

"Playstation lover?! Take this you 3rd party thief!"

"No no, not the Fire Flower! ANYTHING BUT THE FIRE FLOWER!"

"...Damn console wars destroyed humanity, again" Levi muttered to himself.

"Again!?"

"Well, actually this is the first time, I just felt like being funny"

16.9 Crossoverpairinglover

"Okay, so it's not Titans" Zoe observed the walls this loop with a curious glance at a clipboard in hand "So, pop quiz, what do you all think's behind the wall?"

"Well, so far we've have Kangaroos, Sharks, and Mexicans" Armin began with Eren looking annoyed at the mention of the first one.

"Sasquatch, Vampires, Angels, and all three at once plus a bunch of other stuff" Connie recalled.

"Capybara, Giant Capybara, Dwarf Capybara, and sentient Twinkies" Ymir's stomach growled recalling that particular loop.

"Robots, Aliens, Alien Robots, and the Belgians" Carla continued.

"Evangelical Christians, Radical Norsemen, Haruhiists" Mikasa added in.

"Yaoi Fangirls, Yuri Fanboys, Incest Fans, and Mary Sues" Historia looked a tad unamused at the fanboy part of her reminisces.

"Nazis, Communists, Jihadists, Nazis Communist Jihadists, as paradoxical as that was" Levi pointed out a logical fallacy.

"Toucans. F*cking Toucans" Jean briefly wondered why his swear word was censored.

"We could be recalling all the strange sh*t on the other side of the wall all day. Let's just go over and see. I mean, how bad could it be, especially after the Belgians?" Sasha dared them as Zoe rose her eyes off the clipboard.

"Honestly, I think the time it was the Scottish that was worse, but I see your point. To the outside world!"

"Eren?"

"Yes Armin?"

"...Did the walls this loop get built this loop so the prudish noblemen don't have to see the improbably large number of Nudists currently living outside Wall Maria?"

"Apparently Armin, apparently".

"Damn, Annie has some good tanlines this loop" Sasha sulked next to them.

16.10

"..." Jean stared hard at the person who was standing in front of him. He glanced over at the other, identical person who was standing next to him. "...There are two Sashas."

Connie glanced from one Sasha to the next. "Should we... double up on the potatoes?"

"No!" the Sasha in front of Jean shouted.

"Sure," the Sasha next to Jean admitted.

Jean and Connie grabbed the Sasha on Jean's left. "Haha! Everyone knows the real Sasha hates potatoes! Who the hell are you?"

The Fake Sasha stared at Jean, Connie, and the real Sasha. Then she smiled, revealing row upon row of molars. "Take a wild guess."

Connie raised an eyebrow and seriously considered it. "Hmm... Molars. Teeth to grind vegetables with. Potatoes are vegetables... Wait... There was a loop where everyone was potatoes... And the TITANS WERE SASHA!" Connie turned to the fake Sasha, whom Jean had stabbed in the stomach. "Eren, is that you?"

Eren, otherwise known as a Sasha Shifter in disguise, glanced down at the sword sticking out of his stomach. The sword was wreathed in steam. "What was your first clue?"

16.11 Shimmer712

How is he different to you?

Eren trotted after Mikasa quietly, contemplating. His last loop had been fun. It had been an Avatar loop, although he wasn't in Korra's era but Aang's which was new since he normally wound up hanging out with the Water-Born Avatar and her friends in that branch. And he wasn't a firebender. Or any bender.

He had been replacing Momo, the flying lemur thingy.

Eren had enjoyed hanging out with the Gaang, as they were called in the Hub. But there were some things he didn't like. Those damn furballs in Ba Sing Se for one. Although that incident did become amusing when he got out of sight of any witnesses and if the cats were traumatized, they shouldn't have tried to eat him!

How is he different to you?

He watched Mikasa stalk Annie, the shifter terrified and frantically trying to identify what was following her. A heavy log and a boulder threw themselves at her for opposite directions. The shifter dove forward, the objects missing her, continued running, head snapping around as Mikasa telekinetically shook branches around the shifter, giving the impression she was hunted by an hidden army.

Eren considered what had happened when they had been the self-proclaimed Freedom Fighter, Jet. A boy who had lost everything to the Fire Nation. A boy who wanted to make the monsters pay. A boy who was willing to drown a village of innocents to get at those he believed deserved death.

How is he different to you? Sokka's words echoed in his head as he watched his sister hunt Annie. Eren shook his head.

There were similarities, he would admit. But he, Armin and Mikasa going after the shifters wasn't the same as Jet trying to kill those villages to get at the Fire Nation. Annie, Reiner and Bertholt did cause the deaths of a lot of people. Those villagers hadn't.

Still, he could help but feel uneasy as he watched his sister chase Annie with lethal intentions.

16.1: I blame OP Warhammer dudes.

16.2: And I hate Issei.

16.3: And Fritz. And Rod.

16.4: Eren, Armin and Mikasa hate the Shifters though.

16.5: And everyone loves Hange!

16.6: But do Sasha and Connie love each other? To answer that question, know this: the first draft had them naked.

16.7: Don't eat lead. It isn't good for you.

16.8: I blame all the games!

16.9: They really have seen a lot… too much though.

16.10: Sasha Shifting. Remember that one loop where everyone was potatoes?

16.11: A crack in the veneer? Hmm…