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Chapter 1: When darkness no longer slumbers… Underground archives, section 54:9. London. April 7th 2262, 22:56h. “You lose… again.” Peter said with a grin as he put down his cards on the table. His colleague groaned and threw his own cards on the surface again. “I swear to god, you cheat. You can’t win 8 times in a row.” Vincent pointed at the other man. Peter shrugged and took a quick peek at the monitors. It was true that their jobs were hardly called for. Guarding just another section of the vast archives of London, it was softly said a job with low risks. There were just some occasional drun

I was laying on my bed not being able to sleep. I don't feel safe knowing that; A: The colossal titan may come back to punch another wall and B: Titans eating thousands of people. My mind is telling me that we are safe, but my heart is telling me that we are not safe. It's confusing me. I do live in the third wall after all. It's not like the titans are going to break all four walls... right? No. Get that thought out of your head (f/n). The only reason I'm in the third wall anyways is because I was a 'successful' youtuber. Speaking of youtubers, Mark aka Markiplier is the only family I have left. I even met him at a convention before the tita

Johnny was walking through the hotel in the middle of the day and he was really bored because Mavis and Drac were sleeping. Johnny had the day to himself so he thought about things that had been bothering him lately. Especially how weird it felt to be around Drac. When he talked to him his chest felt tight and his heart beat alittle faster. He wasn’t scared of him but something was up. One day Drac had bumped into Johnny and Johnny fell on him. He felt weird as he looked into Drac`s eyes. Like he felt an electric feeling inside him he only felt when he had his zing with Mavis. “Wait…..what if I…..” He thought t

"Come on, Jane!" You pulled your coat tighter around you and willed her to move faster. "Don't you remember what Heimdall said? We don't have a lot of time." She fiddled around with moniters, pressing buttons and splicing wires together. "I'm going as fast as I can!" "I still don't see why you want to go see that je-" You glared at Darcy. "He's not a jerk, he has perfectly good reasons for everything he's done." She put her hands up in surrender. Jane was working on  a teleportation device. It wasn't perfect yet, and couldn't go long distances, but it was what you needed. You were in a relationship with the god of mischief, the one and onl