✌Holy Crack on TITAN✌

Emem's Suicide Chapter

(A/N) From this time this chapter will be using John Paul's POV. Prepare some boxes of tissues, everybody! :-)

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March 23, 2016

Me: *lying down unconsciously cold on the hospital bed*

Eren, Armin, and Jean: *silently watching over Emem on the window*

Eren: Jesus Christ... It's been 5 days of despairing silence.

So we have nothing else to do 'cause we spent fxcking days mourning to our beloved boss...

Armin: Eren... we almost missed her...

Jean: HOLY SHEEEET!!! How she ever gonna see us again!

*and starts to sob sorrowfully, wrapping around Eren's body for mercy8

Uhuhuhuhuhu~!!! T^T

Forgive me, titan head, it's all of my fxcking mistakes!

Eren: But hell no, actually we didn't broke her. I guess maybe an axxhole titan or just somebody else had tried to put her down.

Armin: This sounds pretty confusing, huh? So how do we figure out why had just happened 5 days ago...?

Mikasa: *just appered from nowhere* Uh, surprise motherfxckers.

Eren: Mikasa...?

Jean: *stops weeping then pulls back Eren* Hey Mikasa bae, wazzup? How did u get your axx out here?

Mikasa: *folds arms then sighs* Hmmm.... Well, you think you're all searching for some possible proofs 'bout that mysteriously mortal episode?

3 boys: *nodded speechlessly*

Mikasa: Fine. Let's all proceed inside her recovery area. You know what, I've found exactly a clear evidence behind her case. Come on.

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~About 2 hours later...~

Mikasa: *salutes* Commander Erwin, I've got a clearly apparent fact.

*hands him a suicide message*

Here's the suicide note written by our beloved boss admin. You have to understand this fact carefully.

Erwin: Thanks. *peers over the written notes on the paper*

I see, there's something rather suspicious out here...

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March 18, 2016

Dear my axxhole betrayers of today,

This is my last damn day of my fxcking life running through time. I couldn't help myself further anymore. You all have shattered my fragile heart and soul into tiny fragments of grief and unfaithfulness. You are all damn fools! Stupid liars! Woeful traitors! My most unwanted axxholes of my whole lifetime! I swear seriously you're not kidding at me any longer! I'll never never ever rely to you all, and shxt why am I feeling this sort of isolation? You all think of me I am a most wanted stupid pathetic brat who had always treated by others as a discouraging pet or a useless disposable waste?

You've been tried a thousand times of abusing myself and my wonderful future. But I always end up weeping a thousand rivers, yet it was all you're just inventing jokes what you've spilling me about. I really love you all as trustworthy friends, however this internal pain worth killing me on how do I believe that your nonsense jokes or insults could lead me into the most sorrowful lies and torture. This feels very undefendable. Feeling sort of no escape.