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Attack on Titan

Attack on Titan: Extracted

A/N: Based off the recent reality game show Extracted, I hope this change will impress some people that choose to read this.

While he didn't have much of a twisted sense of humor as his Sister Deception whenever she chooses to play with her victims and make a mess that he would have to clean up to mitigate the devastation she creates, Brother Correction, thinking about his next course of action in his personal domain, considers how, in the later generations of humanity, people would create challenging games to entice and test other people from various walks of life and from different parts of the world to amuse or entertain the masses, whether they were commoners or elitists…and decides to do the same as they. But his view of such a game would be have more at stake than just a financial prize for the last one standing at the end. As a sphere floated in front of him, displaying another universe where humankind was at war with one another over petty disputes and where the ones in power were unwilling to seek a ceasefire or stop their path of carnage against their would-be adversaries that were already down and out, just wanting to continue the onslaught while the defeated and near-defeated just wanted to survive, go home, rebuild and put the fighting behind them for what remained of their lives. And in the midst of this all, he could see a situation that had absolutely nothing to do with the carnage being inflicted upon the world; there was a young man, driven by hatred, by jealousy, by desires of freedom that would never come true for him or anyone in the community he lived in, attacking a young woman in front of her friends, wanting to put an end to her life because of his hatred towards her.

In every lifetime, Brother Correction thinks, he's either trying to outdo someone like her…or outlive her the only way he understands how to. But this… She won't die just yet, but she won't survive this savage assault on her life without immediate medical care. And what is this? His father is still alive? I can use this to my advantage. These people will be the ones to decide what will and won't be in their world. But first, I need to pull them from their positions and get their attention. Alright. Here we go.

-x-

Eren Yeager of Shiganshina District was a young man of particular desires…and of few social qualities. But despite this, the one thing he demonstrated more than most his age…was his unwavering resentment towards Kaede Sogen, another resident of Shiganshina that the people adored, and he was fed up with her existence to the point where he was willing to end it where it was, once and for all. He was about to bash her face into the ground…when the next he realized, he was in a dark room.

"What?!" He gasps.

"Eren!" He hears his mother yelling his name, and he turns to see her and his father, Mikasa and her family, and Armin and his grandfather, several feet away from him. "What did you do?!"

"Kaede!" He hears another woman yell, looking to his left and seeing the gray-haired girl being cradled by her ebony-haired mother, surrounded by her friends.

"I'm fine," he hears the girl say to her mother.

"Hey, what's going on here?!" They hear a rotund man in a suit question, with a group of people surrounding him. "Where are we?!"

Flash! A light shines above them all, illuminating their landscape, revealing it was a large room.

"When you hear your name," a male voice utters in the darkness of the dark room, "your left hand will glow with a band, and for better or for worse, this is how things will be. Are you ready to begin the first step?"

There is a silence among the large gathering of people. Without a doubt, none of them knows why they're even here.

"Eren Yeager."

Eren's hand glows with dark band around his wrist.

"Historia Reiss."

A young girl with blond hair has her left hand aglow with a dark band.

"Sasha Blouse."

Another young girl with brownish hair has her left hand aglow with a dark band.

"Reiner Braun."

A large youth with blond hair raises his hand up to show that he has a band on it.

"Levi Ackerman."

A man with a mean expression shows his arm with his band.

"Kaede Sogen."

The gray-haired girl separates from her mother and has her left hand adorned with a dark band.

"Annie Leonhart."

Another blond-haired girl shows everyone her dark band.

"Connie Springer."

A youth with short hair shows his band on his left hand.

"Hange Zoe."

A woman with goggles on has her hand adorned with a band.

"Armin Arlert."

A pretty boy shows his hand's dark band.

"Mikasa Ackerman."

A girl with dark hair has her hand adorned with the band.

"And Ymir."

A girl with freckles on her face shows her hand's band.

"The twelve you who have been called…are the ones chosen to decide what will become of your world," the voice tells them all. "How well you fare in this will determine the final outcome of your world. It can end in one of many ways: A firestorm that will scorch away everything on the surface, a series of tidal waves that will wash away all existence, wave after wave of diseases that diminish your health to nothing as you waste away, or what some have feared since the beginning, the massive stampede of Colossal Titans unleashed upon you, trampling everything and everyone you know and hold most dear to your hearts. However, the ones chosen can prevent these catastrophes from happening at all. One of you gets to be the hero of this story. All you have to do is win the game that is going to be played by you. Are you up to it?"

This is getting weird for everyone here. Someone tells them that their world is going to end, but they can keep it from happening by…playing a game? What kind of game are they going to play in this place?

"The game is determined by how well any of you chosen can survive out in the wilderness, deprived of any stretch of civilization," the voice informs them. "But I will not be the one to determine your fate out there. No, that duty…will go to the ones that shall be your reason for playing this game. Everyone associated with the individuals called will serve as their clan. I say 'clan' because each member of these diverse groups come from different backgrounds. Families and friends, strangers and siblings, those that care about you to the depths of their morality…and those that have been judgmental since the very beginning. They will be charged with deciding how well you fare. For now, those chosen must endure a full day in the wilderness, provided with nothing more than a sphere to follow you…and the clothes on your backs. For now, just do what people have been forced to do for ages before the dawn of civilization: Survive."

Suddenly, the twelve individuals with their hands adorned with bands disappear from sight.

"Annie!" The man that was her father gasps.

"Reiner!" The woman that was his mother yells his name. "Reiner!"

"Historia! Historia!" A young woman with ebony hair gasps, worried for the girl.

"Have no fear, clans," the voice tells them as the dark room is further illuminated, revealing desks and chairs, mats and pillows, small screens and large screens. "Where I've sent them, you will be able to monitor them at all times. You'll be able to see and hear everything they do or choose to say out in the open…but they won't be able to contact you. This is your HQ. Right now, their survival is dependent on you and your abilities. The forest location they have been sent to is referred to as Titania's Lake, a very tranquil place, home to prey and apex predators that roam the random areas at all times. For now, some of them have been paired with someone else that they can work with without difficulty and as an emotional support. Others will be on their own because they have more control over their emotions and will do their best to endure. They have no supplies on them, and there are two ways for them to obtain them: Survival trials, where they, the people that must survive out there, will each compete against one another to earn limited resources, and supply drops, where each of you, the clans, will compete against one another to send critical resources at random opportunities offered. If at any time you wish to call it quits and pull your loved one out of the game, you can, and here is how you can do so."

In front of the still-large group of people, a large pyramidal structure emerges from the floor, black as obsidian with bits of silver, with a large handprint indentation on its front, protected by a glass display covering.

"Each designated prime member of the clan associated with the chosen survivalist can extract their loved one at any time they choose," the voice tells them. "But know that once you do, your fate will be left to those that remain. You go back to your lives before you ever ended up here, but living with the grim reminder that your world could end if nobody is left. Still, this is a choice I leave to each of you. Right now, you're the ones in control over their fates. I am merely the observer, the spectator, wanting to see which one of them will be the last one standing…and how many of you will be willing and able to aid them to success. For now, just wait until tomorrow to begin your first supply drop. You won't be able to send them anything today. Your game to determine your world's fate…has begun. Good luck."

Some of them couldn't believe this! Because of someone they didn't know, had no knowledge of, not even a picture of, they were in this predicament where they were the ones to protect their world…by playing a game with high stakes? But while some of them couldn't believe this, others were at a loss to how they would be able to endure this game; none of them had ever done anything like this before, having all, one way or another, been in civilized societies since before they could walk and walk.

"I don't understand why I have to be here," went a woman that was, despite her beauty, very unpleasant in both her voice and gaze. "I have nothing to do with this."

"You're Historia's mother," a young girl with ebony hair. "You have everything to do with being here, the same as I and everyone else right now."

"It looks like each of these desks has a name tag on them assigned to us," went the blond-haired man with the woman with goggles. "Who in here is Alma?"

-x-

Kaede finds herself by the edge of a large lake, looking at a small, silver sphere that floated around her (A/N: Think of the Sentinel spheres from the Phantasm series), making an intriguing sound.

"A game of survival to prevent the end of the world, huh?" She utters, mostly just grateful that she was no longer in any pain because of the beating Eren Yeager dealt her when he tried to kill her. "If doing this lets me save my family and friends from certain disaster, how can I say 'no'?"

-x-

Eren couldn't believe this! He was somewhere in a forest with no clue as to how he got there, with Armin at his side, who was just taking in the scenery.

"Eren, fuming about this isn't going to change our situation," Armin tells his friend. "And even if we get out of this, you'll still be in trouble. You attacked Kaede Sogen for speaking her mind, for stating her opinion, and that was wrong."

"I can't believe you're taking her side in this."

"I'm not taking her side. I'm just stating a truth. All she did was speak her mind about what she believes in, and you attacked her for it. It'll be a miracle if her parents don't demand for your immediate arrest if we ever get out of this."

"And what's with these floating balls?!" Eren complains, something Armin didn't feel was worth do since these two spheres that seem to follow them weren't really bothering him; out of the pair, he was probably the only one to pay attention to what the voice had mentioned about having nothing but a sphere paired with each of them and the clothes on their backs for the day, meaning these spheres were serving them for something. "I try to hit one of them, and it floats away from me! I try to grab the one by your side, and it makes my hand hurt!"

Then, as a test of what his friend claimed the sphere assigned to him did to his hand, Armin reaches for the sphere that follows Eren…but only feels a slight tingle in his right hand and releases it from his grasp.

"Whatever these spheres are, Eren, for better or worse, they're not going to leave us alone," he tells Eren, "but grabbing yours didn't hurt me. Probably because I wasn't trying to actually harm it, and this is if it even feels like we do."

"So, what are we supposed to do out here?" Eren asks, wanting to know what they were supposed to do out in this stretch of nowhere.

"The voice said that us surviving out here would decide the fate of our world being prevented. Whoever is the last one left would win. Whoever is the last one to survive out here is the one that gets to be the hero and prevent the end from ever happening."

"Survive out here? With what? We don't have anything! Nothing! No knives! No shelter! Nothing! How are we supposed to survive out here?!"

-x-

"I guess we're the ones paired together," went Ymir to Historia as they sat by a creek.

"Yeah," Historia agrees, wondering why they were being followed around by two spheres. "So…we have to play a game to save the world?"

"That's what the guy told us we have to do. One of us has to be the last one surviving. I don't know how this game works, but I doubt he wants us to kill each other. Our goal is to survive, to outlast the others chosen to play."

"It'd be nice to know what rules we're expected to abide by."

"I'm sure your family will help us to understand so that we don't get into a situation where we end up losing."

-x-

"I'm sure your family will help us to understand so that we don't get into a situation where we end up losing," Ymir's voice was heard by everyone inside the room from the sphere assigned to her, expressing her confidence.

"…Your son harmed our daughter," they could hear Christine Sogen say to Carla and Grisha Yeager, upset that this occurred before the game started, "over an opinion she had. You two clearly have no control over your child's attitude. He is dangerous for anyone else's child to be near and should be locked up someplace where he can't harm anyone."

"We'll deal with him," Grisha declares; there was no talking out this issue when it was his son that caused irreparable harm to someone else's child because he can't accept their criticism or opinions regarding anything.

"If we survive this," Kaede's gray-haired father responds to the Yeager couple, "I think we're past the point of where either of you are able to deal with him in a proper way. We can't risk that he will try to pick up where he left off with our daughter. So…either you do deal with him…or I will…and I don't want to cross a line I can't uncross…but I will if it means keeping my daughter safe from your son's temperament."

Carla looks at the Sogen couple and the Sogen girl's friends, seeing that they were each in agreement over the previous situation. She couldn't fault them for their concerns; her son had crossed a line before they ended up in this predicament. Her son could've killed their daughter…or worse, traumatize her to fear all men or scar her for life.

"Grisha," she tells her husband, "we need to deal with our son when this is over. A scolding is not going to be enough to keep him from making mistakes if he's not going to listen. He put his hands on their daughter…simply for speaking her mind about something, whatever it was."

"All Kaede said to him was that the Walls help keep order for a reason," went the eldest of Kaede's friends, "and then he hit her. She said the Walls help keep order…and he hits her."

Most of everyone in the large room hears of this and are wondering why any child would assault another child for stating such an opinion. Out of each clan present, it appears that the one assigned to Kaede Sogen is the largest one, consisting of her parents, a friend of her parents, and the girl's seven friends.

Historia Reiss' clan consists of six people, including Alma and the older, ebony-haired girl.

Hange, Mikasa and Levi's respective clans have a combined total of at least five people.

Armin had only his grandfather.

Connie and Sasha's respective families of three were present to support them.

Reiner's clan seems to consist of his mother, uncle, aunt, two cousins, and a man that resembles him to a degree, but who was uncomfortable being around everyone else present.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves to everyone present," went Sasha's father to everyone else in the room. "Since we're going to be here for a while."

"I rather not be here for that girl," went Alma, making no hint that she did not want to be involved in this.

"Alma," the ebony-haired older girl utters, "you can express your contempt all you want, but until I make the decision to extract Historia out of this game, none of us are going anywhere."

"And who are you to decide this?" A little boy says in his mother's arms asks her.

She raises her left hand and shows a band on the wrist that says "PRIME".

"I'm the one that has the authority to extract our sister out of the game whenever she chooses," she says, "and I'm not going to."

-x-

Brother Correction sits in his wooden throne and observes the current state of things with the clans and chosen individuals to survive in the wilderness with nothing for the time being. It was his hope that one of them, just one of them, would have what it takes to outlast the others and save their world from destruction in the game. He wasn't going to be finicky about this; whoever was the last one standing would be the hero, regardless of what others chose. The rules were clear and the game was set, requiring the survivalists to simply survive in order to win, and to the winner would go the glory.

"Either push yourselves to the limit and go beyond it…or push the button and give up," he says, noticing that Hange was already at work with building a shelter at her chosen campsite. "Do your best to survive for now."

To be continued…

A/N: Here is the first chapter. Will get around to the second chapter in due time. If you have noticed early on in this story, the majority of characters involved in this plot are characters that have been killed in canon, all alive and I intend to keep it that way, because this is a game to see who will be the last one alive to save the world they live in. This means everyone will be OOC to varying degrees, but that's the price I pay for change, for deviance.