Titan Descending

Training Corps 104

A/N: It's just now occuring to me that I said last chapter was written in 3rd pov, while it was actually 2nd pov. Writing reader-insert stories are super hard when it comes to pov, cause you want to focus on the ready but you also want to get in details the reader wouldn't notice. Whatever, it's whatever. I'm gonna leave the mistake in and come back to look at it and judge myself. 

3rd POV

"WHAT'S YOUR NAME CADET, WHERE ARE YOU FROM?!!" Commander Keith Shadis yelled in your face, spraying spit everywhere. You refrained from lifting a hand to wipe down your face and instead replied at (what you assumed was a reasonable volume)

"I am—"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU CADET!!"

"F/N L/N REPORTING FROM MITRAS, SIR!"

"AND WHY ARE YOU HERE, L/N?"

You paused for a split second. Why were you here. You were almost sure if you went on your whole "people don't deserve to lose anyone they love" speech, you'd be mince meat. What were the other cadets saying before you? Did it matter? You didn't want to be a carbon copy of someone else. You decided to go with a simple answer, the reason for fighting titans, at the very core. 

"TO TAKE THE OUTSIDE WORLD BACK FROM TITANS."

The answer seemed to suit the man as he went on down the ranks, yelling at a kid with a horse-face and a girl who was eating a potato. Oof, bad idea.

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Dinner that night was bread and soup. You sat at a table with a nice blonde girl, Krista and a dark haired girl who could at best be described as plain-spoken, Ymir. You didn't feel like talking much, deciding that you shouldn't bond too closely with people who you might lose. Krista tried to converse, but you kept your answers short, and obscured. You felt kind of bad, Krista seemed incredibly nice, she even snuck out to feed potato girl, who had to miss dinner and run 50 laps. The moment you realised you were feeling anything, you opened the mental box, slapped the guilt in there and shut it.

At the table next to yours, horse-face was standing over another kid, calling him a suicidal maniac. Something about him wanting to be in the Survey Corps was stupid. 

"Eren, stop it's not worth it!" The blond boy next to the suicidal maniac— right so his name is Eren— was trying to pull the kid back, keep him from fighting horse-face.

"No, Armin, this jackass is a coward. He doesn't know what the titans can do, he hasn't seen!" Eren shouted. You watched the event unfold, expecting the two to start trading blows, before Horse-face turned to you— me of all the people in the room— and starts explaining the situation to you in full. You never asked, but he did anyway, expecting you to agree with him.

"He's crazy, right?! I'm a coward because I don't want to go to an early grave?!" He asked, incredulous.

"No, you're a coward because you'd rather sit like cattle waiting to die instead of going out to fight!" Eren shouted again, momentarily taking Horse-faces attention off you. You took the moment to get up and head for the showers, deciding to go to bed early, instead of waiting for curfew.

When Jean turns back to get your backup, you're already gone, to his and Eren's dismay.

"Maybe she saw your face and got scared, thought there was a horse that broke in!" 

"Fuck you, Eren!"

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You were still up when everyone else finally went to sleep. When they came in, you closed your eyes and evened out your breathing, listening closely and waiting for everyone to get settled. You were rooming with four other girls, Krista, Ymir, potato girl (who's name turned out to be Sasha) and the dark haired girl that sat next to Armin and Eren earlier.