I Shall Be Happy (Attack On Titan Fan-fic) - Chapter 52

Title: Eren’s Fear

(Eren’s POV)

It’s been 3 days since I have joined the 104th Cadet Corps. The first day was alright. I talked to a lot of people and people like me.

The second day… was hell. I messed up the ODM training, getting an average result. People ridiculed me, sneered at me, and even go as far as verbally abusing me.

I thought my world collapsed then. The people, who I thought was nice, were mostly hypocrites. It really opened up my eyes to the world.

Not everyone was nice, and not all nice guys are good.

I nearly lost all my confidence, but with my friends’ encouragement, I got my hope back. Thankfully, the instructor told me it wasn’t my fault and I could do the test again. It was a nice moment, if not for the fact that my friend also trolled me and nearly got me disqualified.

Haizz…

That motherf**ker.

Why so nice earlier and being f**king son a b*tch the next second?

That Trollfkingtos

Don’t tell anyone that’s how I think of him. I will get beaten.

Bad…

Well anyway, I redid the ODM test and got an outstanding score for my superior talent. I felt proud. Some cheered. Some were confused. Some felt shame. They wanted to apologize for their behaviors. But the damages had already been done.

It’s hard to trust people something like this happened to you. The feeling of betrayal can’t be undone.

And so I kept myself closed, except for those who didn’t treat me badly when I was down.

When you’re at your worst, those who truly care about you still do, regardless of whatever you have anything or not.

And right now, I was sitting on a table eating dinner with them.

“So what scared you the most? Titans?” Reiner asked me. We were just talking about how horrendous titans were. Both he and Bertholdt were from Wall Maria so they had witnessed the tragedy of the titan invasion first handed, just like me.

“What? No. Titans don’t even hold a candle to my most fearful enemies.”

Both Reiner and Berthold then raised their eyebrows to my statement. They didn’t expect me to say there’s something scarier than titans.

“What is it then?” Bertholdt was truly curious. His expression told me he was thinking ‘What kind of creature can be more frightening than titans? Impossible.’

џ(ºДºџ) “GHOSTS!!!” I cried out as if I was in agony. Remembering the day my parents were killed by ghosts, I felt the same chill I experience back then. It still haunts me till this day.

“”(o・_・)””

Both of them were speechless…

I knew it. They are probably scared of ghosts too.

The whole hall was in silence. They all turned to look at me, looking as if I said something I should have never said.

Are they all scared of ghosts too? That’s probably the case. I can see some people hiding their faces while sobbing. (A/N snickering m8)

It was then Thana-kun came up to me. He patted my back and said in a solemn expression. “Eren… Just stop talking about ghosts… Can’t you see? It’s not appropriate to talk about such a thing here. Some of them don’t understand what you’re going through. It’s making things awkward.”

His words make sense. It’s nearly night time, and talking about ghosts is the most taboo thing you can do, especially when they’re real.

“Yeah… you’re probably right,” Then I turned to the crowd and apologized. “I’m sorry everyone! I shouldn’t have brought up such a terrifying monster and ruining everyone’s mood.”

Then Thana-kun took me out of the dining room.

While on the way out, I can see people giving me weird stares. They looked at me with sympathy, as if they could feel the pain that I went through.

(A/N That’s because you have big autism.)

I didn’t know some people were that nice. I should observe them more before judging them for who they are.

*Closed Door*

After I walked out, I could hear a burst of laughter inside the dining room.

“Wut?”

Why is everyone laughing? Did I do something funny?

Thana-kun, seeing my troubled expression, said, “You know sometimes people laugh to forget sad things. It’s probably that.”

I see. That makes sense…

Well… I hope I never see ghosts again.

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Title: Meeting between former criminals.

My name is Joe. Last name Mamma.

As far as I could remember, I was a good person.

My mom, Mamma Joe, had taught me how to live a life with morals. When she died, I was extremely sad, but I still wanted to continue her legacy.

Luckily, I was a nobleman, so I had a shitload of money.

I invested my money solely for the greater goods. I built orphanages, created farms, and even reformed the Military Police System.

I improved the public opinion of me and my fellow nobleman. The city had gone through many revisions for the better, also because of me.

What was weird though, was that some people keep calling me Maxim Krieger. I don’t even know who that is!

Apparently, that Maxim guy was quite evil. He plundered the people’s money through taxes. He took people’s wives and **** them. And whoever defied him, got executed.

I’m not like that. I, Joe Mamma, is a good person.

And right now, I was in a meeting with my fellow righteous peers.

“Alright, let’s introduce ourselves. I am Joe Mamma, a good person.” I was the first one to start the conversation. I have heard a lot of good deeds done by these men. I really want to get to know them more.

“I’m next then. I’m Joe Mamma 2, a generous person.” Oh… Someone also has the same name as me. Their mom must have also been a compassionate person to name their children like that. This guy is not bad.

“It’s my turn. I’m Joe Mamma 3, an amiable person.” Another one. I like how this is going. I have never thought that there were so many good people around.

“… Joe Mamma 4, a friendly person…”

“… Joe Mamma 5, a loving person…”

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Wow… So many Joe Mamma around. Are they all my long lost brothers?

“Guys… I think we’re brothers. All of our moms’ name was Mamma Joe, right? I think that’s our mom!!!” I excitedly exclaimed. I’m sure I’m right. Who else besides my mom can raise someone to be such a good person? Definitely no one besides Mamma Joe, the most kind-hearted woman, who gave birth to at least 269 children.

“”BROTHERS!!””

“Yes, we’re brothers.”

Amazing. I have never dreamed of having so many siblings before.

“Together, we’re going to change the world! CHEERS TO THE MAMMA!!!”

“”CHEERS!!!””

And that’s how the first meeting between my brothers and I concluded, which will later be known in history books as the Mamma Meetings of Years 848.