Accomplishments of an Indecent Office Worker | Attack On Titan Isekai

- ch. 1; what in the actual fuck -

notes: reader is fem!bodied, catered towards lesbians/girlkissers, sideships like eruri and jearmin included as well but just briefly, mentions of sh and depression (not glamorized), heavily inspired by When Worlds Collide by catbedo on A03, most main characters aged up!! also, reader or self-insert is the most non-masculine thing to exist. not in a bad way though i swear!!

to put it shortly- today was confusing as hell.

you'd started the day off normally by scrolling through tumblr, watching weird video essays, and munching on pancakes you'd just made earlier that morning. they tasted surprisingly good despite your... unfortunate past experiences with stoves.

since today was your first day of freedom from work, you decided to open your laptop and rewatch the first few episodes of Attack On Titan while lounging happily on your bed like a silly little cat.

damn this pancake was good... where was the batter from again? you'd bought it from some witchy shop downtown, right by the local corner store... your little cottage was a ten minute walk away from the town, so you probably would've went to bought more if it weren't for how strangely sleepy you had become.

you brushed off the leftover crumbs from the pancake lazily, the worn hello kitty pajama set  keeping you delightfully cozy as you snuggled deeper into your bed's warm blankets and abundance of plushies. you struggled to keep your eyes open as you watched the characters on your computer screen dash around. (yes you had gotten the pajamas five years ago, and yes they had countless permanent soup stains on them. do not ask.)

wait, the witchy spiritual shop selling pancake batter? it suddenly seemed suspicious to you... however, you couldn't find the strength to care as the sounds of the anime playing on your laptop combined with the soft babbling of the creek nearby lulled you to a peaceful sleep.

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well, until you heard the front door of your house burst open (and possibly off its hinges).

you jolted up from the bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and the drool from your chin as your head swiveled from side to side, attempting to find the source of the noise. alas, you couldn't, because the noise came from downstairs, and you were upstairs in your room.

a knock sounded at your bedroom door. what in holy TARNATION was happening??

"uhm.. hello? is anyone in there? we don't mean to cause any harm we just wanna.. actually, i dunno. what are we here to do?"

"sasha for heaven's sake- we're supposed to be intimidating! we don't know who the hell is on the other side of that door!"

"jean be SO real right now. it's a two-story cottage with cats running around and fluffy everything everywhere. what part of this place makes you scared?"

"..."

you silently creeped your way over to your door, your delightfully fuzzy socks preventing a single sound from... i don't know, sounding?

hesitantly, you raised your voice and tried to make it seem like you weren't scared. or excited, for that matter. there was only one place you knew where you could find a jean or a sasha...

"who are you guys, and why are you here? also, did you knock my front door down??"

try as you might, your voice still came out trembly and shaky, your hands firmly pressed against the door incase one of them tried to open it. which actually might've been a bad idea, considering they might kick it down again.

there was a beat of silence- well, not entirely. you could hear the people outside your door whispering among themselves, trying to figure out how exactly to answer your questions.