𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | attack on titan

1 | Hello From the Past

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She stared.

Eight pairs of eyes stared right back at her.

Honestly, (Y/N) had no clue how to react right now. A bunch of random peeps broke into her house and were now pointing at her with what seemed to be oversized box cutter blades.

"This is your house?" demanded a short built man with narrow eyes. His eyebrows seemed to meet, forming a frown. This guy's height was a joke. (Y/N) was one and a half inches taller than him.

"This place is fucking shit."

"Yeah, Grumpy," the girl snapped, highly offended. Her home wasn't that dusty. Why, the last time she cleaned up was...

She blinked. When was the last time she cleaned it?

She shook off the though and looked up at the rest of them, flipping on the light switch. The intruders let out a flurry of exclamations which she cringed at.

"Listen, buddies, pals, whatever you psycho thieves are..." the girl recited weakly, "You chose the wrong place to steal. I don't even own shit. The only thing I have in value is my cat."

She paused for a moment, the sudden thought seizing her. "You aren't here to kidnap my sweet princie, are you?" she asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at the right of them. A large-eyed blond raised his hands up.

"You must be mistaken-"

WHACK!

The scouts leapt back ashen when she whacked the boy with a frying pan, that seemingly materialised out of thin air.

"Armin!" the green-eyed boy exclaimed, shooting (Y/N) a death glare.

"Magpie is off limits, sweets," she growled, bending down at him. A brunette suddenly leapt forward.

"Do you have food?" she drooled, pointing at the frying pan, "If you have a pan, you have food, right?" She was currently straddling (Y/N)'s back. Her body tensed at the contact and she tried not to scream and wrestle her off. The intruders stopped their advance.

"Sasha, stay away from her, she's armed," a two toned... Horse(?) warned, his swords raised directly at her face. He seemed to be shaking slightly, his eyes darting between the Armin boy and the girl's frying pan.

The discomfort (Y/N) currently felt due to human contact was inexplicable. She slowly realised that they weren't thieves ready to end her pitiful existence just because she owned cheap shit.

They were maniacs ready to kill her because she was wielding a dangerous frying pan. There was a difference.

Lowering her weapon, she nodded slightly. The girl didn't let go of it, though. Not yet, not until she could trust them. "Yeah, I have some in the fridge," she said.

Honestly, she felt a little bad for them. How long did they go without food?

Food was life!

Sa-shaa cocked her head to the side, sliding off her, much to (Y/N)'s relief. "Frii-jh?" she repeated with confusion.

(Y/N) frowned, casting a cautious look at the blades pointing at her.