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The teenagers sat in a circle around their makeshift campfire, everyone eating s’mores. Sasha, taking a break from Chubby Bunny, left to go to the bathroom, and Connie started telling a story.
“You know, hundreds of years ago, Indians lived here-“
“Native Americans!”
“Thanks, Eren. Native Americans lived here hundreds of years ago. And… Their burial grounds are everywhere. American settlers, and later on, construction companies, never cared though…”
Ymir shifted closer to Christa, looking at Connie uneasily. He leaned in, increasing the spooky atmosphere.
“They say whole neighborhoods have been built on their graves. And how would you feel if that happened to you? And sometimes, on nights just like tonight, you can still hear the warriors of olden days…”
Annie murmured “who is they?” to Reiner and Bertholdt from her spot in between them. Ymir, practically in Christa’s lap, held her like a teddy bear. Christa’s expression remained bored, almost blank, blinking at Connie. Armin, across from her next to Eren, made a confused face. Christa shrugged at him, rubbing Ymir’s back.
Connie opened his mouth, when there was a terrible shrieking noise. Ymir screamed, clutching Christa tighter. Everyone burst into laughter, and Sasha came out of the shadows.
Ymir’s face was completely red, and she loosened her grip on Christa.
“That was not me!”
Christa and everyone else laughed at her as multiple people called out “Was not!” Sasha sat down, and when everyone had recovered, they started their own conversations, enjoying the company of their friends.