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Emily's POV

"So did you actually invite me here or was that Sammy?" Shorty asked. "It was Sammy." I responded, he nodded and we continued to look at our laps with a thick😏 awkward silence surrounding us.

"MY FUTON!" I yelled, I had completely forgotten that it was in the dryer. Shorty rolled his eyes and smiled as I ran to get it. I opened the dryer to hear, "Oh thank god I was suffocating in there!" I looked at my Armin futon and saw it had suddenly grew big blue eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I yelled as I slammed the dryer door shut. Shorty came rushing around the corner asking, "Whats wrong who died?!" I said nothing as I watched the futon crawl up to the dryer door and put his corners on it like a child pressing their hands against a window, his blue eyes giving off a sad look.

I opened the dryer and the futon fell out and onto the floor with a thud. "Thanks!" He said, I just gave an uncomfortable smile and nodded. "Did your futon just talk?" Shorty asked. "I guess...?" I told him, the next thing I knew the futon was introducing himself. "Hi you can call me Armin."

"Armin," I asked, "as in Armin Arlert?"

"Yes how did you know" the futon asked with obvious confusion in his eyes.

"Uh n-nothing." I told him. "But how did you end up being a futon?" I asked.

"I-I died..." he said. "We were on an expedition and I was killed by a titan..." he said with sorrow. "I just remember being crushed by the foot of a titan and the next thing I know I'm soaring FLYING SOARING through the air into a futon that looks like mine in junior high."

I burst into tears and went to hug the piece of fabric that was "standing" in front of me. Why Armin? He was and still is the sweetest little mop top.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 13, 2016 ⏰

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