Attack on Titan / Interactive Story

97

How did you end up here? It was so comical, like something out of an action novel.

"Welcome to the Underground!"

A toothless grin greets you at the doorstep of insanity. The Underground was for the lowest of lows, the scum of humanity - and you just happened to be right smack in the middle of it.

"How do I get back home?"

The man reaches for your wrist before you push him away. Vermin came in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

"You're home! Stay with us!"

"Get the hell off."

You decide the best idea for now is to start walking - and fast. The old guy hangs back, knowing it's a waste of time chasing after you. Winona and you had gotten information that a criminal was in the area, and with just your luck, he slipped away to the slums. Winona went in, down the dark steps that many refused to ever go near, and did not seem to come back out. A damsel was in distress and destiny had called upon your flabby ass to save the day.

The city was lit from the buildings, no sunlight or rain pouring through the dirt ceilings. The Underground had once been an option for survival against the titans, but no one liked the idea of living that way, forcing it to become a human dump for those considered "too far gone" to deserve humane lives.

You passed down sidewalks, past buildings with uses beyond your knowledge.

"A coin for some service?"

Your eyes turn to the direction of the voice, a woman with huge, brown curls; lips worn and wrinkled. Her breasts - which are almost completely impossible to not notice - fit tightly against her apparel.

"N-no thanks."

She huffs, plumping her hair with the palm of her hand. "Your loss, sweetie."

Winona Wolfe was somewhere in the mess of buildings, possibly in danger. You turn down a street and skim the ends with your eyes. The place was filled with prostitutes, drug dealers and everything in-between. You prayed to whomever might be out there, that Winona was still alive and safe.

"Hey, kid!"

The person slaps their hand on your shoulder in a friendly manner. You turn your head just enough to make out a man with dented glasses perched on his nose. He's chewing something (most likely tobacco), slapping his gums with every word.

"Hold up, you're not Carter."

You weren't quite sure what to say. You began walking again when the man stops you in your tracks.

"No offense, but you kinda look like Carter. Could I borrow you for a sec?"

You're about to say no when he cuts you short. "Cool! This way."

~

You repeat the lines he told you to go over. The alley is dark enough to shield any facial differences that may stick out to the eye, your Military Police jacket tucked somewhere in the corner.

"My father w-will hear about this..."

The three grimy men, boney and sluggish, practically bow at your feet in fear.

"We're sorry, Master Carter! We'll do better!"

"I would cut off my hand before abandoning your project!"

"Your smile is the greatest gift from the gods!"

Someone kisses your shoes. In exchange for acting, the man with shattered glasses promised to help you find Winona. You weren't quite sure how it would go about, but the more the merrier. This so called 'master Carter' had wealth, and not just wealth for the Underground. Carter couldn't be much older than you to look similar, possibly in his early twenties.

"N-now go. Don't disappoint me."

The three agreed, scattering away into the city. The man next to you pushed up his glasses, chomping on his tobacco louder.

"I owe ya one, kid."

"I need you to find a girl. She's tall, bulky, and she has a long black braid."

He raises one eyebrow. "A girl, huh?"

"She's not interested."

His face falls into an expression of disappointment.

"How about this: You go South, I'll check this direction." You point to the clocktower. "We'll meet back by the clocktower in thirty minutes."

The guy looks like he's on the verge of bailing, but he slips off his shattered lenses, bowing with his glasses pressed against his chest, his other arm resting at his side.

"Whatever ya say, Master Carter."

~

The streets are full of people. None of them happen to be Winona Wolfe.

Your chest slowly begins to feel heavy, your teeth biting the inside of your cheek. She had to be somewhere. There had to be some way of contacting her.

"Isn't that Carter?" Someone says. You keep your eyes pressed forward, determined to search every square inch.

"It is Carter, that son of a gun."

Some hands press against your shoulder, their movements forcing you to face them.

"You grow your hair out, Carter? Looks nice." It's all sarcasm, doesn't take an idiot to tell. One of them attempts to run their fingers through a strand of your hair, getting a nice slap on the wrist from yours truly.

"Don't touch me."

The other cackles. "Feisty, much?"

"Where's your little bodyguard, the four-eyed one? He give up managing you?"

You begin to walk, your speed gaining with each step.

"Where you going, Carter?"

Your strides increase in size. You're pushing your body to continue to move. Something tells you that sticking around these people will end badly.

They grab your shoulders again. A pistol digs into your back.

"Come with us."

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