Writers block : 1 / Me : 0 (Challenge accepted)

I duck under a table as I dodge a flying loaf of bread. Bits of food are flying everywhere and the angels are screeching at the top of their lungs, which is not a pleasant sound. I'm trying to scurry away from the mess, when I feel a hand on my ankle pulling me out from under the table.

A guy with sandy blond hair cut, like Levi's, pulls me up so that I am dangling from my right ankle. Pain courses through me as he tightens his grip and gives me a shake. His brown eyes are narrowed as he glares at me, and I can't help but gulp. I twist this way and that, lash out a few kicks before he grabs my other ankle too, my back towards his front. I reach out for something, anything, when my fist closes around the back of a chair. I grab it with both hands, tighten my stomach muscles and fold myself forward and up, ready to strike the guy over the head with the chair.

"What thefuck is going on here?" a voice booms through the room, bouncing off the walls until everyone is silent. "I told you to train Eren, not make a mess! Eren, put down that chair. Oluo, put Eren down. Everyone not in the special ops division of Recon, get out,"

I have never seen a place empty out like this before. One moment there was a crowd of people, some with hands full of food still high in the air while others cover their faces, the next moment the place becomes a ghost town. And then I fall on my ass as the Oluo guy lets me go.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Petra? Eren, what happened to your face? You know what? I don't even want to know. All of you, apologise to Ymir and Christa, then clean up your fucking mess," he bites out before he turns on his heels and stomps off.

I would have laughed at the way the short male bounced slightly as he walked if it had not been for the grim faces of the angels next to me. "Right then," the guy who had held me by the ankles states clearly. "We are all going to have to cooperate to make quick work of this mess," he turns to me. "I'm sorry for throwing that pie at your face Eren, I didn't realise it was still so hot,"

I feel my eyes bug and my blood boil. "You bastard! What is it with you people and hurting me? I open the door and I'm almost strangled. I mind my own business and I'm almost crushed to death. I sit down to eat and I have food smashed into my face! What is wrong with you?"

"Captain Levi told us to train you; everything we did was to test your strength, reflexes and tactical ability. Look, I know we started off on the wrong foot here, but we are honestly just trying to help you," Petra says.

"Help me by burning my face off?"

"I get that you are upset, Eren, but can you be upset later? This got out of hand and we need to clean up this mess before the captain comes back,"

I stare at this woman, utterly speechless. Of course her first priority it to please the captain.

"Right then, with that out of the way, Eld and Gunther; go fetch the cleaning supplies. Petra, scrape the food that is still on the table into black bags. Eren, handle any food on the chairs. Clean chairs are to be placed on clean tables. I will start mopping up the floors after the food has been swept up. Let's get to work,"

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