I Joked About No One Wanting To Be Reincarnated In Attack on Titan And Well...

Chapter 9: Rest In Spaghetti Never Forgetti

Author's Note: Loveys, now that I think about it, I had scenes on previous chapters where Blessica says something but isn't translated in english. I apologize for that, she'll be saying more of those continuously but I wont be translating them. I'll leave them to you to find out what it means. Last chapter was a little long too, unexpectedly, but it turned out okay. You have no choice but to vote and comment cause if not, I'm literally going to give up on this soon. Amen. Enjoy my trash =)

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*1ST PERSON POV*

I know I've said this before but I'm ready to die. Again. The day's is long, it's getting longer, and it's been consistently exhausting.

What did happen again?

Saw Levi, got hyped and climbes on a house. Saw Sasha, stole meat. Saw Collosal Titan, got blown away and almost fell to my death twice. Saw Commander, was told to die. Saw others, had to hold it all in. Saw Pantsy, had an argument. Saw supply team, had an argument. Saw Pantsy again, had argument again and a punch in the face. Saw Titan Eren, got hyped but had to hold it in. Saw everyone else, was told to shoot with a gun. Saw Commanders, was told to shut up.

I feel like God decided to take one year's worth of a normal life's experience and threw it all in one whole day because he's testing my patience.

I'm ready to blow. But I wont, cause my body's hot and toasted. My head stings. My limbs numb. My eyes and shoulders are weighing me down. I'm ready to die. This is not how you're supposed to treat and introvert with so little energy.

There is one last command that the higher ups tells us Cadets though. It's to Prep up within the Walls of Rose and remain on standby. Funny, cause schools never tell you to remain on stanby, ever. Instead, they yell at you for so called 'loitering around'. But here? I have a job, and I dont see no teacher yelling at me to stop loitering around. Surprisingly, it's the opposite. I love it here but it's killing me.

It's like La Casa De Palel's Professor where he's like, the only introverted student in class, surrounded by full-blown energized extroverts. It's annoying, but he likes it, but also, it's killing him slowly just being there.

While others scurry around, helping out with the rest of the work and guiding some of the refugees to the evacuation site...Here we are. The nearly died. Resting. Before being sent out to die once again. It doesn't leave a good taste in the tongue hearing it spoken that way.

For a while, Biscuit's been telling Ymir, Crista, and some other random unnecessary extra the numerous experiences we had to do just to escape HQ. Their faces look near terrified hearing him, that even I, didn't expect Ymir to stay so quiet. I figured she'd point fun at it all but no.

Connie spoke, with a lowered head but darkened eyes, "And that's how we got a hold of some gas and got out of Trost."

Historia, aka Crista, who's been listening to the entire story from the start, says in questions in concern, "You went through all that? I'm sorry. We kept volunteering to help supply you guys, but..." She pauses.

"We even managed to secure some gas, too." Ymir leans a step back. She's obviously not used to handling situations like these so seriously by the way she put a hand behind her head. But you could also see that despite that fact, she is firm and confident with what she's saying if you notice the other hand laying on her hip.

Crista adds, her voice almost murmuring as she speaks, "Does that mean everyone who isn't here is..."

...

"Yes..." Biscuit nods.

The both look devastated. They probably know the majority of the number of people who haven't returned back to safety. Maybe even count them. But the numbers are so vast, that that was the most shocking part of it all.