Chapter 1: Lost in a New World
Eren opened his eyes for what felt like the first time in a long time. He felt as if he woke up from a dreamless sleep and was unable to remember much of what happened before he fell asleep. His head was throbbing, and he realized that he felt cold. His feet were beginning to feel numb, and he could feel his body shivering.
The last thing Eren remembered was running towards his brother Zeke. Reiner and the Marleyan advance force were trying to prevent him from coming into contact with his brother and beginning the Rumbling. As he ran and saw Zeke outstretch his hand, he began to struggle to remember what happened after that. There were flashes, but he was unsure of exactly what happened. Almost like he fell asleep right as he reached Zeke.
He looked at his surroundings and guessed that he was in some kind of alleyway. It didn't look familiar to him since he knew most of the areas in Shiganshina. Even with the improvements and renovations that were made, Eren still knew every bit of the landscape of his place of birth.
Looking around though, he realized that the area he was in was different. The buildings looked taller than they should, and he heard weird noises coming from out on the street. They sounded similar to dozens of Marleyan vehicles but somehow different at the same time.
Was he in Marley? Did the Rumbling succeed?
Suddenly flashes of memories appeared in his mind. Memories of the hundreds of millions of people that he crushed under the feet of tens of millions of Titans. Eren leaned over to the side and vomited as the memories rushed back to him.
Since he was in the paths, Eren saw everything that he did. He remembered that boy, Ramzi, as he was crushed under a Titan while he and his brother were trapped by debris. He saw his grandparents, people he never really cared for, crushed as the prison they were trapped in collapsed on top of them. He saw Hange burst into flames as she fell from the heat generated by the Titans.
"I... I succeeded..." Eren said to himself in shock.
Exactly as he saw in his father's memories. Every single detail was completely clear to him. Every crying child. Every mother crushed. Every friend who gave their lives trying to run or fight.
Eren dragged himself over to a wall in the alley and laid back against it. Unable to fully support himself in his sitting position as the weight of his actions finally began to crush him. So many dead. So many lives snuffed out.
Was it worth it? Was everything he did worth so much pain and destruction? Was it worth snuffing the lives of so many innocent people?
Eren always pushed forward. He knew, the moment he kissed Historia's hand, that he would cause the greatest genocide the world would ever know. All so he could protect the island of Paradis and ensure that his friends can live long and happy lives.
Eren drew his knees up to his chest as he held his head in his hands. He was barely aware that the clothes he was currently wearing was what he fought in Shiganshina in. His dirty old shirt and pants that were torn above the knees when the Jaws bit his legs off. That was probably why he was cold.
But he barely felt the cold. He felt completely numb to everything around him. The only thing he could think about was what he was made to do. The choices he made that lead to near complete genocide of the world beyond the sea.
Eren couldn't help but imagine ending his life right then after what he did. He didn't deserve to spend his remaining four years alive after what he did.
But how was he alive? He remembered opening his eyes and seeing Mikasa cut his head off. He remembered dying as she kissed his severed head and the warmth it brought him as he slowly faded into oblivion. Then, he was here.
But where is here?
Eren still felt numb from the internal struggle he was having with himself, but he willed his body to move. His mind was desperate to think of anything but the past few days that he spent in the paths. Days that felt like literal years as he commanded the Titans with the Founder Ymir.
He stood up and felt cold from what he assumed was a chilly autumn or spring night. He could see thanks to the lights in the alley but was unsure of where he was. It didn't look like Marley, and if he remembered from his father's memories, 80% of the world should be nothing but rubble that had cooled to ash after the Titans went past.
Eren exited the alley and was met with a strange sight.
"M-Mikasa?" He stuttered as a woman walked by him.
She didn't pay him any attention, but he could tell she wasn't Mikasa. He only imagined it since she had very similar features to Mikasa. The woman had the look of one of the Hizuru women that he met when they met with the Azumabito. Mikasa, although her family came from Hizuru, still had Eldian features since some members of her family were Eldian.
As he looked around, his eyes struggled to adjust to the light hitting his eyes. Although it was likely the middle of the night, he felt as if he was blinded from all the lights around him. It was as if the city was made of millions of tiny suns, each of various colors.
The buildings around him were massive. So large that he couldn't tell how high they went. A small part of him imagined using his ODM gear to soar through the city. The roads were massive too. There seemed to be two types, one where people would walk and others where vehicles would move. And there were a lot of vehicles. There was no possible way that these vehicles were from Hizuru. Marley was the most technologically advanced nation and even they didn't have so many.
"Where am I?" He asked himself.
Was it possible Eren was in the afterlife? There was no other explanation. He knew for a fact that no city looked like this, and even if they did, there's no way they'd still be in such good condition. He simply couldn't be in Hizuru.
Eren then noticed the people talking. They were speaking in a language that he recognized as Hizuru. While he spent little time with the Azumabito, he did learn some words and was able to point out the language. However, he was completely illiterate and was unable to understand anyone who was speaking as they passed by him.
The signs were also in a different language. He couldn't read anything. He was completely lost and confused.
Suddenly, he heard someone speak behind him and turned to face him. It was a man who was dressed in a blue suit with a blue vest and what looked to be a Navy hat from Marley. Eren couldn't understand him at all.
"What?" He asked.
"Oh, you speak English?" The man asked in a heavy accent.
English? What was that?
The concept of different languages was new to anyone who lived on Paradis Island. Everyone spoke the same language and never even had a name for it. When they learned the truth of their world, they either called the language Eldian or Marleyan. Of course, in schools before they learned the truth, they knew humanity was diverse before the titans, but it was still such a strange thing for them to learn.
So they call this language English?
"Where am I?" Eren asked.
"Listen, you can't get drunk in public like that and walk around like you're homeless." The man said with an annoyed expression. "Can I see your passport? Maybe I can help you."
"My passport?" Eren asked, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Did you lose it?" The man asked. "I can help you to an embassy, but I need to know what nationality you are."
"Where am I?" Eren tried again.
"You're in Tokyo." The man replied.
"What is that?" Eren asked again.
"Man, did you really get that drunk?" The man in blue shook his head. "Tokyo, you know, the capital city of Japan?" He tried to explain.
"I don't know those words." Eren said.
"Come on, we need to get you to the station and let you get some rest." He said, approaching Eren. "When you're not drunk and in some warm clothes, we can see about getting you where you need to be."
As the man approached Eren, his fight or flight instincts kicked in. He didn't know where the man wanted to take him but didn't want to find out. Especially if he learned that he was an Eldian.
"Hey! Wait!" That man yelled as Eren ran away from him and into the crowd.
While Eren wasn't as acrobatic as Captain Levi or Mikasa, he was still able to effortlessly move through the large crowd without losing any speed.
After several minutes Eren was sure he escaped from the man. The man was unable to navigate the crowd in order to find him and would be unable to reach Eren. Eren turned into another alleyway and sat down behind a dumpster in order to ensure that he would be hidden.
Eren went through the knowledge he gained from the man. Japan? Was that a country, or a province of Hizuru? He had no idea where he was and no idea how to go home. He was in an unfamiliar land that didn't speak his language as a primary one and he couldn't even read.
That man also asked for a "Passport". what was that? Was it similar to Eldian papers? Did he suspect Eren of being an Eldian? Nothing about this made sense.
The adrenalin from the chase began to wear off, and Eren was beginning to feel exhausted again. He knew he needed to sleep but also knew he'd freeze to death if he didn't get warm. Luckily, there was a blanket in the dumpster next to him. It wasn't ideal by any means, but he was used to sleeping in filth. Especially when he posed as an Eldian Soldier during the war in the Mid East.
He laid down on the hard cold ground and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep. The blanket was pretty heavy and quickly warmed him up. It wasn't comfortable, but it would be ok for now.
Eren sat on a park bench a few miles away from where he woke up. The sun was out and there were so many people on the road that he was getting a bit uncomfortable. There are so many people here. He thought he saw a lot of people when they went to Marley for the first time, but there were so many people that he thought this small area had more people than the total population of Paradis.
He managed to get some clothes from the same dumpster that he fished the blanket from. He wore a large hoodie that was too big for him as well as a pair of gray sweatpants that hand holes around the knees. He got some weird black shoes that had a very soft sole on the bottom and was luckily close to his size. It was a little bigger than his actual shoe size, but it would work for now.
In the time he went to the park bench, he asked people again where he was. Most people walked faster as he approached, especially since he did look like he was homeless. Of the people who did talk with him, non-understood him and would hold their arms in an X fashion to say they don't understand him. However, some people did understand what he was saying and could speak his language, though most weren't as good as the man in blue.
They confirmed the same thing though. He's on an Island called Japan, in the capital city of Tokyo. It's an Island off the mainland of Asia, which itself is one of many large Regions in this world.
That's when he learned that for some reason, he wasn't in his own world. He was in a completely new world that had no connection to his own. He tried questioning people on countries like Hizuru or Marley. He even asked if they know of Eldia or the threat of the Titans. Most people looked at him as if he was crazy.
"So, I survived." Eren said out loud to himself. "And not only that, I'm in another world."
It was crazy to think, but compared to everything else he saw, it didn't seem too crazy. Between the paths, the ability to send memories through time, and even the very nature of the Titans, maybe it wasn't so strange. Who knows how the paths worked.
That brought him to another strange thing. His finger was currently bleeding after he intentionally cut it. He tested to see if he still had the power of a Titan Shifter. Since he was unable to heal the small cut, he confirmed that he no longer had his powers. If he remembered, the source of the power was destroyed when his friends killed the source after it felt his Founding Titan.
Did that mean the curse was lifted as well? Would he still die in four years, or would he continue to live a long and natural life?
"You have a chance to live..." He said slowly as he looked at his hands. "A chance to do something new. You and no one else. How fortunate." He said with an almost sarcastic tone.
Why did he get to live when he caused so much death and destruction? Why him and not Hange? Did she go to a new world? Is she somewhere out there, making a mess of herself or crying that the world she's in doesn't have Titans to study? He almost smiled at the thought.
It was unfair that he alone is allowed to be here, when there were so many people more deserving of it. It wouldn't be right for him to be happy here after everything he did. He deserved nothing less than the worse possible afterlife imaginable. The sins he committed was simply too great for him to accept anything less.
"Regardless of how I feel, I need to keep moving forward." He said to himself more than anything else. He needed to keep moving forward, no matter what.
He needed income, some way to make money so he can afford to basic essentials. Food, shelter, and clothes being the primary things. It shouldn't be too hard. Eren had no real skills, but there are many jobs back on Paradis and even Marley that require little to no skill. He needed something before he could use his skills.
One primary thought he had was farming. Even as a Soldier he still needed to farm. Military units fed themselves by what they could produce on their own. While they could buy from merchants, it was simply easier and cheaper for them to farm their own food right outside their bases. So Eren did have a lot of experience caring for animals and harvesting crops.
However, he didn't know where any farmland was. He walked for a while and still saw nothing but city all around him.
Another thought is working for a merchant or store. He may not be able to communicate much, but he can move boxes or supplies around with ease. Even children in the walls would work to support their families stores or go out to work in order to add additional income to the family.
Eren would need to do something to get money before he thought about what do do next.
After several hours, Eren came to another small store that sold different kind of foods that seemed to be packaged. He couldn't read the signs but he hope this place would be good.
Eren tried to speak with several places, but most would turn him away for being homeless or was unable to speak in his language. One person he asked on the street said this "Convenience store" had a person that spoke good English. Maybe this person could let him work there.
He entered the store and saw a woman, maybe a few years older than him, working at the desk. She saw him and looked concerned at first but smiled regardless.
"Welcome." She said in Eren's native tongue, immediately recognizing him as a foreigner. "Can we help you?" She asked.
"I'm looking for a job." Eren said to her.
"A job?" She tilted her head. "No offense, but we don't exactly higher people who don't take interviews seriously." She said, looking at his state of dress.
"I don't have anything else." Eren replied.
"You're homeless?" She asked.
"Yes." Eren said truthfully, unable to hide how desperate his situation is.
"Well, I'm the manager here so I could probably hirer you." She said, which gave Eren hope. "What's your name?" She asked.
"Eren Yeager." He said, having no need to hide his name.
"Yeager huh?" She asked. "Are you German?"
"German?" Eren asked, unfamiliar with the term.
"Sorry, I figured you would be. I took German in University. Yeager means Hunter in German." She pointed out.
"I didn't know that." Eren said honestly.
"Well, it is interesting." She laughed. "Ok, so what can you do?" She asked, referring to his skills.
"I can't do much." Eren said.
"Can you speak or read Japanese?" She asked.
"No." Eren replied.
She looked sad as he said that.
"Why are you here than? How'd you get into Japan if you're homeless and have no understanding of our language?" It was a valid question.
A question that Eren couldn't answer. His situation was crazy, even for him, so he knew she wouldn't believe him.
"Guess the silence means you don't want to talk about it." She said sadly.
The girls rubbed the back of her head as she thought on what he could do.
"Well, you might be able to help clean the store. I could maybe hire you as a janitor." She said.
"I can do that." Eren said.
"Ok, no problem, I have an English employment form that you can fill out." She said as she reached under the desk and handed Eren a piece of paper.
Eren looked a the paperwork and it was just as alien to him as Japanese was. English had completely different symbols than Eldian or Marleyan. There were no similarities. The words were just as strange to him as Japanese.
"What's wrong Yeager-San?" She asked when she noticed he wasn't writing anything.
"I... I can't read this." He struggled to say.
"Nani?" She said a word that Eren couldn't understand. "How can't you read this?" She asked in surprise. "Your English sounds perfect, did you never learn how to read or write?"
Eren looked away as she said that, not knowing what he should say in this situation. The girl siged and tried again.
"Ok, maybe I can fill it out for you. All I need is some form of identification." She said.
"Identification?" Eren asked, which caused her to raise her eyebrow again.
"Yea, you know, an ID? Or a Passport." There was that word again. "Even an immigration card. Do you have any actual papers proving who you are?" She asked.
"No." Eren said, causing the girl to sigh.
"I'm sorry, but I can't hirer you." She said sadly.
"Why not?" Eren asked.
"What kind of question is that?" She placed her head in her hand and shook it. "You have no identification. Did you come here illegally?" She asked.
Eren said nothing, again not sure how to answer that question. Unfortunately, the girl took it as confirmation.
"Listen, technically I have to report this to the authorities if you're here illegally." She said. "But I don't want to do that, so I'll pretend I didn't ask. But I can't hirer you. If it's found out I'm employing an illegal foreigner, then not only will the owner fire me but I could get into legal troubles myself." She said.
"I understand." Eren said with a sigh.
"I'm really sorry, but there's nothing I can do." She apologized. "The only thing I can say is go to your countries embassy and let them help you. They can at least get you home or maybe help you with a visa and passport."
Eren appreciated the help, but he knew it was fruitless. He had no embassy, and even then, those words are not familiar to him. Marley had embassies, but he never heard of passports or a visa.
"I will." Eren lied, if for no other reason than to not give the girl a reason to call for authorities.
"Be careful, ok?" She said, hoping that Eren would be safe and find some help.
"I will." He said as he left the store.
Eren sat in another alleyway after getting another blanket from the dumpster. After the girl rejected his chance for a job, Eren didn't know what to do. There were so many things about this world that made it nearly impossible for him to live. Things that prove his identification? Was everyone required to have one? Only Eldians were required to have papers when leaving internment zones, but apparently everyone here had one.
Everything around him was completely alien to him. Strange little boxes that people talked into or played with, massive windows that displayed moving pictures, he even saw flying machine in the sky from time to time. It looked similar to the flying boat that they had before the Rumbling, but probably much bigger.
Eren not only lacked skills outside of fighting, but he also was illiterate in this world and could only speak a language that a fraction of the people here can comprehend. He had no idea how he was going to survive in this world.
"Maybe this is what I deserve." Eren said to himself as he looked up at the sky as the sun was setting. "After what I did, I deserve to live this way... right?" He asked himself.
He did terrible things in the name of Eldia. He caused a genocide greater than what was thought possible for his friends to live. He felt disgust as the thought of being disappointed that the world thrived. No matter how he looked at it, he killed too many people to even consider that he could have a happy ending.
"You look like sorry sight." Eren heard a strange accent that was completely new to him.
Eren stood up and looked over in the alley at the voice.
"Come boy, don't have to worry." The man said in his heavy accent.
He wore a trench coat of some kind. It looked like it was made from heavy wool and covered the man from his neck to his knees. He had silver hair that was slicked back and a beard that was the same color. He had wrinkles on his face, and Eren guessed he was maybe in his 40s or 50s.
"Who are you?" Eren asked the man.
"Just business man, want to talk wit you." He said.
"What's your name?" Eren asked.
"Name is Sergei, and I can see you're desperate." The man said. "I can give job, if interested."
Eren really considered it. This man was offering employment, but he knew that it was risky to suddenly take offerings from complete strangers.
"You were at the store." Eren said.
The man, Sergei, raised an eyebrow.
"You saw me?" Sergei asked.
"No." Eren said. "But you wouldn't come up to some homeless man for no reason." Sergei laughed at that.
"Da, I saw you in store and heard issue." He said. "I need good man for job."
"You need someone desperate for a crime." Eren said, causing the man to smile.
"For being illiterate, you are smart." Sergei remarked.
"I'm not illiterate." Eren said. "I just don't know these languages."
"Sure kid." He said.
"What is it that you want me to do?" Eren asked in frustration.
"I move things kid." Sergei said. "I move them from place to place. Move from Russia and Asia, into Souther and Latin America. Sometimes other way."
"What do you move?" Eren asked. He may be desperate, but there are certain things he'd refuse to do.
"Weapons." Sergei said.
"You're an arms trafficker?" Eren asked.
When he was in the Mid East, he heard a lot of stories of men who would traffic illegal weapons from the war effort to place into the hands of criminals, soldiers, or revolutionaries. As well funded as Marley was, they had a lot of logistical issues that caused shortages of weapons for their Army. Especially when the Navy would lose control of their sea routes.
While Eren wasn't there for long, he experienced the issues with a lack of weapons and equipment for the Eldian Battalions.
"Da, I am." Sergei said. "Only traffic in arms though. Just need people to help move things. It's easy and gives good money."
Eren knew how risky that would be. Getting in league with criminals had its fair share of issues, especially for someone that doesn't want to bring attention to himself. One wrong move and his simple illegal immigration can turn into being hanged.
But after all the sins he committed, was arms trafficking so bad? Ideally, he wouldn't need to kill anyone. He was desperate for money and desperate for some kind of job.
"Here." Sergei gave Eren a stack of paper that he guessed was the local currency here. "20,000 Yen, enough for new clothes and night in hotel." He said.
"You expect me to pay this back?" Eren asked.
"No, I don't manipulate." Sergei said, surprising Eren.
"Then why give me this?" Eren asked.
"Investment." Sergei said. "You can't get good work and have no proof of identity. You can't live or survive unless on streets. So, I know you'll come to me."
Eren knew he was right. He was desperate enough to consider it.
"I give money now, you get taste, and want more. Not manipulation, only taste of what I give." Sergei said. "If you decide you don't want work, don't pay it back. But you get no further money without my help."
Eren looked down at the stack of bills in his hand. 20,000 yen he said. Was that a lot? Eren had no concept for how much that was. He said it's enough for hotel and clothes, so it's probably a relatively decent amount. Not enough to survive off of, but enough for a day of basic shopping.
"You win Sergei." Eren said.
"There's hotel down street, look for purple sign. It takes customers with no identification." Sergei said. "I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow for first job. Do good, and you'll make good money."
Sergei walked away from Eren and disappeared into the crowd when he got onto the street.
Eren nodded at that. He knew that Sergei picked him due to Eren's own desperation. He doesn't need anyone skilled or smart for what he needs Eren for. Just someone desperate enough to take orders and potentially be expendable. Sadly, Eren had no choice.
He went to the Hotel first to pay for a night there. He needed new clothes but he wanted to make sure he got the hotel first so he didn't waste the money on too many clothes.
After he paid for it, he went to a nearby mall. Even though it was dark, most of the malls were still open. They were filled with teenagers in weird uniforms that were going around in their own groups to buy things or spend time together. Eren had no idea why so many of them wore uniforms, but he didn't think too much on it. He went to what looked like the cheapest department store he could kind.
He tried on some basic clothes. A lot of the clothing looked weird to him. They looked like they had designs printed all over them in some way. Eren had no idea how they were made, since they felt like a picture was glued to it instead of being sowed on.
In the end, he purchased a pair of blue pants that were made of a rough material, two pairs of gray shirts, a black hoodie that fit him, and a pair of simple boots. He barely had enough money, but he figured he might still have enough to get something to eat.
He put the clothes in a weird bag that was given to him. The bad was thin and made out of a material that felt unnatural. It made a lot of noise as it was moved around, but he didn't focus on that. Right now, his main concern was food.
The food was odd to him. He got a small bowl of noodles which he remembered was similar to food served at the Azumabito embassy. The food was weird, but he appreciated that there was meat in the bowl. He couldn't tell if this was a cheap meal exactly, but he luckily had enough money.
Eren made his way back to the hotel to get some rest. He entered the room which was on the first floor and was kind of shocked at the inside. There was what looked like a big black mirror on a shelf and a large bed that looked comfortable to sleep on.
Eren stripped down and got into the shower. The first time he took a shower was in Marley, since Paradis only had baths for bathing due to their lack of technology at the time. It took him a while to figure out how to use the shower, but it was similar enough.
Eren dressed in his outfit, minus the hoodie and boots, and laid down in the bed. It was much softer than any bed he felt before. He almost felt like he was sinking into it.
This world was strange. The technology was far greater than he could imagine. Paradis was already at least 100 years behind Marley, so he was used to the shock of new technology. He guessed this world was maybe 100 years ahead of Marley, but he had no idea how to actually judge that.
Eren fell asleep, hoping to get some good rest now that he was clean and not in the cold.
"Keep moving forward." Eren said to himself as he looked at the ceiling. "Just keep moving forward." He said again before falling asleep.
Hoshino Ai was sitting in her apartment complex watching a movie with her two children, Aqua and Ruby. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, and socks. She was almost ready to put the kids to bed, but they wanted to stay awake to finish the movie.
She didn't really know much about it. It was some kind of superhero movie from America was subtitles, though Aqua said he wanted to watch it. Well over three-years-old and her baby boy already had already shown an interest in superheroes. She shouldn't be surprised; boys did tend to gravitate towards those kinds of things. She of course had to double check the rating to make sure it would be good for a three-year-old to watch. She allowed him to watch it, but she laughed when he pouted at the thought of her censoring it.
She could already feel his rebellious phase coming. It scared her but excited her. Both her children were ridiculously smart and able to speak in full sentences after just a single year of being alive. She knew that they had a bright future ahead of them if they decided to study hard.
Maybe Aqua would be a Doctor or a Lawer. Ruby was just as intelligent so maybe she would be the same. Or maybe she'd want to follow in her footsteps as an idol.
She smiled at what they would be like when they grow up and couldn't wait to see it. Although, she'd want them to stay as kids for at least a little while.
"Ok you two, time for bed." Ai said when the movie finished.
"But it has an after credits." Aqua complained, though complained wasn't exactly the right word.
Unlike most kids that would probably give an attitude, he said it as if he was talking to a friend of his instead of a mother who enforces a strict bedtime.
"We can watch it tomorrow." Ai said. "I already let you stay up ten minutes passed your bedtime. So you need rest."
"Aw! Come on!" Ruby cried, or at least tried to.
Ai smiled at her attempt. She knew enough that those were fake tears to get sympathy, but it wouldn't work on her. Ruby, unlike Aqua, acted a bit closer to her age. She was just as intelligent, but also so needy for her attention. Aqua was more independent, but he seemed mentally older than he should. She always chalked it up to him being technically the older sibling and so he fell into the older sibling role.
"Ruby, you need sleep." Ai said firmly but softly.
"Fine." Ruby sighed; her tears already gone.
Ai went into the bedroom and unrolled the Futon. She got out of her clothes quickly and put on a pair of pajamas by the time her children came in.
"You two sleep well for mama, ok?" She asked as she smiled at them.
"Ok." Both of them said in unison, though Ruby was still disappointed.
"I love you." Ai thought to herself but didn't say it out loud.
"What?" She thought again. For her, love was a lie. If she said it enough times, maybe she would believe it. She never loved anyone in her life before, so the thought of loving her children was foreign to her.
She always suppressed the thought because of how devastating it would be if she were to say it out loud and to realize it was a lie. Such a thought would destroy her.
"Just don't think about it." She mentally said to herself. "Just go to sleep." She said.
She put her head on the pillow and felt Ruby cuddle into her chest. Aqua kept his distance, already showing independence from his mama. Ai smiled at the thought of her little boy trying already to be a man.
Regardless of how she felt, her children were the cutest little things in the world, and no one can say otherwise.
So here's a new story. I was so upset at how Episode 1 of Oshi No Ko ended (Though it is a great show), so I wanted to kind of give a happier, yet still dramatic take.
Why a crossover with Attack of Titan? Why not? Main reason was that I wanted to have a character with a dark past that focusses on elements of PTSD, survivors' guilt, and depression. I debated on whether to make Eren a third kid, but decided to just make him an adult because I felt it would be more interesting.
I like the idea of Eren being a complete fish out of water and having to deal with the desperation of living in a digital world with absolutely no history. As far as people are concerned, he's a westerner with no ID, no Passport, and doesn't exist. It's impossible for him to find legitimate employment so he has to be desperate.
It also focusses on the ideas of how Soldiers with no transferable skills struggle to live in a new environment. How many can turn to crime or alcohol since they have no way to find good employment.
Overall, this story will focus on not only the dark side of being an idol, but depression, PTSD, and survivor's guilt.
Please review. It helps a lot. Thanks
