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These dreams just wont stop, it was starting to drive you up a wall. You would wake up from these dreams with tears in your eyes, and unlike other dreams you could vividly remember them.
You’d see yourself as a young child in a pre-modern era time period, no electricity or anything. Friends of yours in real life would show up in your dreams, almost like it was actually them. There were other people, people you swore you never met before. Giant monsters called titans threatened the world and some of your “friends” could turn into them as well.
The emotion in these dreams were throwin you off and made you fearful to fall asleep. You didn’t know who what was going on and all you wanted was to sleep with out being haunted by them. Hell, it was starting to follow you to your daily life, not being able to look at your friends without flashes of these dreams.
“-n)!! (Y/n?! Are you okay?” A voice called out, bringing you out of one of these dreams.
You stared up at the voice in question, as your vision unblurred. Spaced out, you began to return to conscious.
Shit, you were so zoned out you forgot you were hanging out with some of your friends this weekend, a kind of tradition for you all. Here you were sat in Historia and Ymirs apartment, zoned out so hard that your friends noticed.
“Yeah, I-I think so…. just kinda… tired I guess.” You told him, voice wavering in uncertainty.
“Are you positive?“
“Marco, I swear I’m fine…”
Marco looked unmoved by your words, staring down at you. Suddenly turning his gaze to your other friends who looked just as uncertain as him.
“(Y/n), your crying… I’m pretty sure that’s enough to tell us you aren’t okay.” A feminine voice spoke up, Historia.
Raising a hand to your cheek, you wiped a few tears off of them. Staring at your damp hand, you couldn’t help but feel confused and shocked. When did you exactly start crying??
“What the hell just happened?” A more blunt female voice added, Ymir.
“It’s nothing guys, as I said I just haven’t been sleeping.”
“This is going to sound weird, but have you been seeing things?” Marco added, placing an arm around you. “Not like hallucination, but weird dreams with us?”
Shocked at his words, you stared up at him. How did he know what was going on, you swore you kept it all to yourself. You nodded your head, still maintaining eye contact. The look on Marcos face didn’t help what you were feeling. He looked more uneasy than before and looked at Historia and Ymir as well.
“Do they feel more like old memories?”
You stared up at him even more bewildered. But it did make sense, almost too much sense.
“What are you trying to say, Marco?”
“He’s trying to ask you if you remember finally!!” Ymir spat, slamming her hand onto the table harshly.
Marco and Historia shot her unapproving glares, obviously upset at her blunt choice of words.
“Remember what?!” You spat back, aggravated by all this nonsense talk.
You were becoming more and more defensive as Ymir stared you down, her eyes wide in what you can only assume as anger. Why were they all saying this? And why did your head hurt even more than before? As you gripped the side of your head, you felt yourself drift in and out of conscious, more dreams plagueing you during this.
When you finally returned, you looked to see Ymir and Marco holding onto you, as you somehow ended up on the floor beside the couch. Historia cautiously examined your face, a subtle hint of worry on her face. Staring at Marco, a sudden wave of sadness washed over you, making you want to curl up and cry.
“Take it easy, (y/n).“ Marco said, as him and Ymir helped you take your seat on the couch. “I think you need to lay down for a moment.”
Your eyes began to water as worry and guilt began to set in. Not understanding what was happening, you began to wail, throwin your head in your hands and crying out.
“I d-don’t know what’s happening anymore…” you sniffled, “I fucking hate this… I keep seeing these fucking dreams every where I go now…”
“Shhh, shhh it’s okay.” Marcos large hand rubbed your back, as he cradled you into his broad chest. “What are you seeing?”
“I see you guys… and some others…. there are these fucking giant monsters and… we live behind these big walls… I don’t get any of it.”
“What did you call these giant monsters?” Ymir asked.
“Titans… I think.”
“So you are remembering.”
You stared up at Ymir, confused by her words. Pushing yourself out of Marcos hold, you moved to stare at Ymir.
“(Y/n), we know what you are going through. We all went through it at some point.” Ymir adds.
Everything went quiet for a moment as you stared back at Ymir, tears still spilling out. The tension in the room was heavy, with you and Ymir in this weird battle. Clearly, Ymir was annoyed that you couldn’t understand whatever she was trying to tell you.
“What do you mean?” You pleaded with her, not understanding her words.
“I mean that those ‘dreams’ you are having aren’t fucking dreams, they are fucking memories. Why do you think they pop up when you are awake?!” Ymir’s voice was raised as her annoyance took control.
“Ymir!” Historia hissed, shooting a look which would kill to her girlfriend.
Ymir sat back in her seat, plopping down exhausted. Your eyes were wide as you stared at her, trying to rack your mind around those words. Paying no mind to everyone else, you allowed yourself a moment to calm down and think.
“H-How does that make any sense?? That’s insane.” You told her.
“Listen to me, just fucking listen to me.”
“I’m trying to, but that is insane. How am I supposed to accepted that these are memories?!”
“Stop it you two!! You need to calm down!” Marco jumped in, trying to calm down the both of them.
“I’m not going to stop until she fucking gets a clue and remembers!!” Ymir angerily told Marco, turning her attention to him.
“Clearly you aren’t helping, stop it.”
The two continued their spat, that’s when you noticed that Ymir wasn’t the only one who believed that these dreams were memories. The way Marco and Ymir spoke was as if they had had this conversation before, that Marco believed what Ymir was saying. As it dawned on you, you decided to break up the conversation.
“BOTH OF YOU STOP IT, JUST SHUT UP!!” You yelled, scaring all three of your friends.
Your emotions were all over the place, making you spiral even farther into yourself. Your head was throbbing and you felt like you were about to start lashing out at them, yelling and crying at your friends. Everyone shut up and let you rest again, but not long after Ymir spoke up, not as annoyed as before. She threw her body forward off the couch and snapped her fingers at her.
“Armin, does the name Armin Arlert mean anything to you?”
Hearing this, another wave of emotions over took you. You sat in shock as your body reacted on its own, tears once again spilling out and a soft smile forming on your lips. There was a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach and a sudden feeling as if you knew exactly who that was.
“Armin…” you softly repeated, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek.
“Yes, Yes!! Armin, that name ring any bells in that stubborn head of yours??” Ymir exclaimed, nearly jumping off the couch to shake you herself.
“Why does that name seem so familiar to me…” you thought, concerned as to why you knew it.
“It’s because you know him!”
You stared back at Ymirs frantic face, wiping the ever pooling tears from your eyes. Turning to look at Marco and Historia, you found they were staring back at you, their mouths agape in amazement.
“(Y/n), do you remember who Armin is?” Historia added, her voice soft and cautious.
“I feel like I know who he is… like he’s someone really important to me… but I swear I don’t know anyone named Armin, i don’t understand.”
“Are you starting to finally believe me?” Ymir asked, approaching you and grabbing your shoulders.
You didn’t respond at first, taking into consideration everything that had been said and all the emotions you were feeling. As you stared up at Ymir, you nodded softly at her.
The simple nod was enough to cause excitement coarse through Ymir, who let go of your shoulders and pumped her hands in the air. Marco and Historia visibly relaxed at your words, sinking back into the couch.
“FINALLY!! God, I thought we’d have to wait another fucking year till you remembered!!” Ymir continued to exclaim.
“I’m not saying I remember,” you cut Ymir off, “but I’m not saying I don’t believe that these could be past memories.”
“Listen, I don’t care, I still got you to believe me and that’s all that matters.” Ymir taunted.
“(Y/n)… do you really believe us?” Marco quipped.
“I think… what you guys are saying is a much plausible explanation than it just being a dream.”
As you sat on the couch, you could see the smiles breaking out onto Marco and Historia’s face. Ymir nearly jumped into Historia’s lap, almost too excited than she should be. As everything calmed down, you noticed all their eyes on you, making you feel uneasy with their glances.
“Why don’t we help you remember some more?” Marco suggested.
The group didn’t wait long after you nodded for them to start filling you in with missing tidbits that connected your dreams, or memories, together. As you all opted to skip your usual weekend hang out in order to better help you deal with these memories and explain the confusing details of it.
After a bit of talking, a thought occurred to you.
“Wait, guys… so we all remember this, or partially remember it. Are we the only ones?” You looked up, worry plaguing your thoughts.
Everyone was taken aback by your question, looking at one another silently trying to figure out how to approach it.
“Well the thing is… you were one of the last couple of us to remember, so we were waiting on you….” Marco spoke awkwardly.
You sat their dumbfounded, feeling like an idiot for holding the group up like this. Ymir couldn’t help but laugh at your realization.
“So… I’m the last one to remember?”
“No, no of course not. But you are one of the last’s. The others and us have been wanting for you to remember so that we can all try to hang out.”
“Wait, you know where they are??” You exclaimed, happy to hear that they were missing.
“Of course, we all have social media, it’s not that hard to do.” Historia explained.
You cringed in embarrassment, feeling dumber for not realizing that was an option.
“So who else are we waiting on?” You asked, trying to change the subject.
“This might seem shocking, but Annie. She hangs out with the main group at their school, but she hasn’t shown any recollection.”
Ymir quickly followed up Marco.
“Might be for the best though, would be a shame for her to remember all that shit she went through.”
“Especially after what happened to Reiner once he remembered. I may not like him but still was hard to see.” Historia replied, moving her hair out of her face.
“Wait what happened?”
Everyone awkwardly turned to you, forgetting you were just remembering this and have only just rejoined this small group.
“He had to be taken to a hospital, he had a mental break down.” Marco explained, rubbing the back of his neck. Marco clearly looked uncomfortable, but still continued. “Really sad to see, he was one of his schools star football players before and wasn’t the same after. He just shut himself out of everything and I think he changed schools.”
“Holy shit… how long ago was this?”
“God, a couple years ago. He was like the fifth person to remember to, half the group had no fucking idea what happened either. I saw he found Bertholdt though, so hopefully he found some closure.” Ymir shrugged, Uneffected by all of this.
Everyone awkwardly kept quiet for a minute, unsure of what to say now. You shifted in your seat, weirded out by that whole conversation, unsure whether Reiner deserved it or not. As your mind began to wander, another thought shot into your mind.
“Wait!!” You exclaimed, catching them off guard. “Sorry, but you guys know where Armin is?”
The group nodded their heads, understanding your sudden interest in this male. Sure, you may not remember everything about him, but you had such a sudden urge to be near him now.
“You know, if you want to I can send a message to the little guy and see when you can see each other.” Ymir teasingly said, smirking over towards you.
You found a blush coatin your cheeks, embarrassed by Ymirs words.
“How about we get everyone together? I’m sure Armin isn’t the only one who misses her.” Marco added, shooting some sort of a glare at Ymir, who just shrugged it off.
“Yes, please!!” You exclaimed loudly, clearly happy at this suggestion.
The rest of the night was set in motion, as all four of you began planning this meet up, using Marco as the communicator in order to successfully plan for it. The thought of having all your friends back together again filled you with a great amount of happiness.