I’m creating an Attack on Titan Reaction Fanfict
I’m creating an Attack on Titan Reaction Fanfiction, where the Attack on Titan characters from Season 1 react to events from Season 4, the story goes, that each character is sent an invitation from another character to go to a specific location with a black door, once they enter, they enter a theater, the truth is, they weren’t actually sent letters by another character, they were sent letters by the person who created the theatre, just tricked each of them so they can come, the person is named ‘The Watcher’
The characters in this story are
Eren Yeager
Mikasa Ackerman
Armin Arlert
Jean Kirstein
Sasha Braus
Connie Springer
Historia Reiss (During Season 1 was still known as Krista Lenz)
Ymir (Not Ymir Fritz, the other)
Reiner Braun
Annie Leonhart
Bertholdt Hoover
Floch Forster
Levi Ackerman
Hange Zoe
Erwin Smith
Zeke Yeager
Porco Galliard
Pieck Finger
Gabi Braun
Falco Grice
Now remember, the characters are essentially being teleported into the theater via the black door, each of the characters that appear from the beginning of Attack on Titan Season 1 are of their Season 1 personalities or what not, characters like Gabi and Falco who would have been very young during Season 1 as there is a 4 year timeskip between Season 1 and Season 2 and Gabi and Falco are 12 in Season 1.. so they are being pulled from Season 4.. 12 year old Gabi and Falco.. but before the Raid on Liberio arc.. so they didn’t experience everything yet.. characters like Pieck, Porco, who did not appear in Season 1 will get the invitation during the time period of season 1, so they are 4 years younger but still.. they aren’t young enough to be pulled from Season 4.. and Zeke appeared in Season 2.. but he is the same as Pieck and Porco.. now, the period that the Season 1 characters are being pulled into is before the Female Titan arc, which is right before the 57th expedition.. so here is my request and you have to fulfill it as perfectly as possible.. do a web search on the entire Attack on Titan story.. I want you to learn about everything that happened in Attack on Titan.. and then I want you to do an even more specific web search on each of the characters in the story and their personalities… specifically their personalities during which arc they are from.. so Eren’s personality would be like his in most of Season 1.. get it? And you also have to remember.. some characters are still putting on facades.. like Reiner still in his soldier personality.. and speaking of Reiner.. Reiner, Annie, Bertholdt haven’t seen Pieck, Porco, and Zeke, the other warriors since they infiltrated Paradis.. and Reiner hasn’t seen Gabi his cousin who’s older than she should be in a while.. this creates an interesting situation.. you have to remember the environments every character is in.. this first chapter needs to be perfect.. I need every character to be in character and not have some out of character or personality from another period
Okay, so now I need you to write the first chapter of the story, where they enter the theatre
I want this to have a good writing style, and I want the story to be 2000 words. I need the writing style to be nice and detailed.. not like this “Eren: Hello” I don’t like that.
And remember, this is just the introduction of the story.. reactions don’t happen in this chapter.. this chapter ends with all of them being made to sit down by the Watcher and ready to see the future (Also, movie screens don’t exist in Attack on Titan time period, so this is another wow to the character)
I want this to be perfect and make sure everyone is in character
The crisp air of dawn carried the scent of gunpowder and fresh-cut timber, the familiar aroma of a world perpetually on edge. Eren Yeager, his youthful face hardened by the weight of a world consumed by Titans, stared at the letter in his hand, a tremor of unease coursing through him. It was an invitation, penned in an elegant script he couldn’t decipher, requesting his presence at an undisclosed location. The only clue was a cryptic address: “Behind the Black Door.”
He wasn’t alone in receiving this peculiar summons. Mikasa Ackerman, her eyes sharp and wary, stood beside him, the letter clutched tightly in her gloved hand. “It’s strange,” she muttered, her voice a low rumble. “The writing… it doesn’t seem like anyone we know.”
Armin Arlert, ever the strategist, his brow furrowed in concentration, chimed in, “Perhaps it’s a trap. We should be cautious.”
Jean Kirstein, ever the pragmatist, scoffed, “A trap? We’ve faced far worse than a mysterious invitation.”
Sasha Braus, her stomach rumbling with a mixture of fear and excitement, fidgeted with the letter, “But… but… what if there’s food? Maybe a whole buffet of delicious meat!”
Connie Springer, his usual goofy demeanor replaced by a flicker of apprehension, echoed Sasha’s sentiments, “Yeah! Meat… and maybe some giant potatoes!”
The others, gathered in the barracks of their training regiment, each held their own invitation, the unsettling feeling of the unknown hanging heavy in the air. Historia Reiss, her youthful face masked by an air of quiet strength, looked at her letter, a shadow of uncertainty clouding her eyes. Ymir, her stoic expression unreadable, remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground.
Meanwhile, far beyond the walls of Paradis, a different set of characters received their own invitations. Reiner Braun, still grappling with the burdens of his past, his face betraying a flicker of fear, stared at the address with a sense of foreboding. Annie Leonhart, her face a mask of icy indifference, held the letter in her hand, her gaze fixed on a point beyond the horizon. Bertholdt Hoover, his soft-spoken nature amplified by a tremor in his voice, looked at the invitation with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.
Floch Forster, his zeal for his cause burning bright, regarded the letter with a skeptical eye, muttering to himself, “It’s all a ploy. We’re being lured into some trap.”
Levi Ackerman, his stoic face a canvas of unreadable emotions, scanned the invitation with a critical eye, the silence around him broken only by the click of his lighter igniting a cigarette. Hange Zoe, ever the curious scientist, her eyes gleaming with fascination, bounced on the balls of her feet, her excitement bubbling over. Erwin Smith, his strategic mind already calculating the potential outcomes, studied the invitation with a keen eye, his expression thoughtful.
Zeke Yeager, his calm demeanor masking a calculating mind, read the letter with an air of detached interest. He knew the significance of such a summons, even though the sender remained shrouded in mystery.
The Warriors, Porco Galliard, Pieck Finger, Gabi Braun, and Falco Grice, each held their invitations, their faces reflecting a mixture of trepidation and intrigue. Their youthful faces, etched with a growing sense of responsibility, hinted at the weight of their burdens.
The invitations, like invisible threads, drew them all together, each character driven by a unique blend of curiosity, fear, and a desperate yearning for answers. The location: a desolate forest, shrouded in mist and mystery, where the Black Door stood, a silent portal to the unknown.
One by one, they arrived at the designated spot, their faces etched with apprehension and uncertainty. The forest, eerily silent, seemed to amplify their anxieties. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. In the center of the clearing, the Black Door loomed, a stark, impenetrable monolith against the backdrop of the misty forest.
As they approached the door, an unsettling sense of unease crept over them. They exchanged wary glances, each one questioning the motives behind this strange gathering. Reiner, his face tight with apprehension, hesitated, “What is this place? Who sent these invitations?”
Eren, his gaze fixed on the door, his voice a low growl, “We have to be careful. This could be a trap.”
Mikasa, her hand instinctively reaching for her blades, her voice sharp as ice, “We’re not going anywhere until we know what’s going on.”
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the forest, clear and resonant, “Fear not, my friends. You are safe here.”
The voice, unfamiliar yet strangely comforting, seemed to emanate from the very air around them. A figure emerged from behind the Black Door, tall and cloaked in shadows. They stepped into the clearing, the light from the forest canopy illuminating their face. A man, his features sharp and striking, a glint of amusement in his eyes, stood before them.
“Welcome,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting, “I am the Watcher.”
The characters, stunned by this unexpected revelation, looked at each other in bewilderment. Their questions hung in the air, unanswered. The Watcher, with a gesture, beckoned them towards the Black Door.
“Follow me,” he urged, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. “I have something to show you.”
The characters hesitated, their eyes wary, their minds racing. The Watcher, sensing their reluctance, raised his hands in a calming gesture. “Don’t worry,” he assured them, “There’s no danger here. I only seek to share a vision with you, a glimpse into the future.”
The Watcher, with a graceful motion, opened the Black Door, revealing a swirling vortex of light. “Step through, my friends,” he encouraged, “And prepare to witness the unfolding of destiny.”
One by one, they followed the Watcher, a sense of nervous anticipation building within them. As they crossed the threshold of the Black Door, a wave of dizziness washed over them. Their vision blurred, the world around them dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors.
They found themselves in a vast, echoing space, illuminated by flickering torches. The walls, adorned with intricate carvings, seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkness. In the center of the room, a massive screen, unlike anything they had ever seen before, glowed with an ethereal light. It pulsed with an energy that seemed to resonate within their very souls.
The Watcher, his expression serene, guided them to a row of seats before the screen. “Take a seat,” he instructed, his voice soothing, “And prepare to be amazed.”
The characters sat down, their faces a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. The Watcher, with a final glance at the screen, turned to them, his eyes twinkling with a mysterious energy. “The show is about to begin,” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the hum of anticipation in the room.
