Warning it is completely AI made.
## Titan Eater: Before the Fall
**Logline:** Reincarnated 15 years before Eren Yeager's birth, armed with Waybig's power and the knowledge of a grim future, a morally grey outsider decides to end the Titan threat permanently – even if it means sterilizing a race. His brutal solution arrives with the Colossal Titan.
**Chapter 1: Awakening & A Grim Calculus**
My first memory of this world wasn't birth. It was *knowledge*. A floodgate opening, dumping the entire horrific saga of *Attack on Titan* into my infant brain. The walls, the Titans, the betrayal, the endless, stupid cycle of hatred and devouring. Marley. Eldia. The Rumbling. Eren Yeager. All of it. And beneath it all, a simmering, acidic hatred for the *shifters*. The ones who held the power and used it to perpetuate the nightmare.
Fifteen years. That's how long I had before Eren Yeager would even be born. Fifteen years inside Wall Maria, living among oblivious Eldians. Fifteen years knowing the colossal hammer was poised to fall on Shiganshina. Fifteen years to feel the crushing weight of the future.
I wasn't a hero. Not really. Saving everyone? Impossible. The world was built on Titan bones, soaked in Titan blood. The power itself was the poison. Remove the power, remove the threat. Permanently.
The solution was monstrous. Simple, but monstrous. Inherit *all* Nine Titans. Every single one. Consolidate that horrific power into one being. Me. And then... sever the line. No more Eldian births. No more Subjects of Ymir. In a generation, the Titan curse would literally die out. No more Shifters. No more Pure Titans. Just... silence.
Was it genocide by attrition? Yes. Was it the *least* bloody path compared to centuries more of war, the Rumbling, or Marley's endless persecution? Absolutely. The greater good demanded a terrible price. I was willing to be the one to collect it. Morally grey? That felt too clean. I was stepping into the abyss because the alternatives were deeper, darker chasms.
My power wasn't of this world. No Omnitrix, just the raw, terrifying potential burning within my cells. Ultimate Waybig. A cosmic engine of destruction. And crucially, the Curse of Ymir? Meaningless to me. I wasn't bound by their rules. Their power would be mine, consumed and controlled.
The hatred for the shifters festered. Grisha, hiding his pain while dooming his son. Annie, the cold, efficient butcher. Reiner, the broken warrior. Bertolt, the hesitant monster. Zeke, the genocidal planner. *Especially* Annie. Her casual brutality, her remorseless efficiency in crushing Scouts... she embodied the Shifter's arrogance, their belief that their power made them gods. I would show them what true powerlessness felt like. I would make them feel every ounce of fear and despair they inflicted.
I waited. Trained my control in hidden valleys beyond the Walls. Watched the years tick down. The day arrived. Year 845. Clear skies over Shiganshina. The air hummed with mundane fear – fear of Titans outside, fear of the Military Police, fear of scarcity. They had no idea.
**Chapter 2: The Colossal Interruption**
Bertolt Hoover, aged twelve, stood atop Wall Maria, sweat slicking his palms despite the chill air. Fear warred with a twisted sense of duty. *Just kick the gate. Just kick it, and it begins.* The mission. Marley's will. The weight of the Warrior title pressed down. He took a shuddering breath, focusing on the sprawling district below. Shiganshina. Unaware. Doomed.
Below, the morning market buzzed. Hannes shared a flask with his Garrison buddies near the inner gate. Carla Yeager chased a toddling, dark-haired boy – Mikasa, newly adopted. Grisha Yeager prepared for his clinic, a familiar knot of unease in his stomach he couldn't name. Peace. Fragile, ignorant peace.
Bertolt hardened his resolve. *Now.* He bit his hand. Lightning cracked, impossibly loud, tearing the sky. Steam erupted, colossal, blinding. When it cleared, the Colossal Titan, skinless, radiating intense heat, stood astride Wall Maria. Its massive head turned slowly, empty eyes scanning the panicking ants below.
Screams ripped through the air. Pure, unadulterated terror. The Titan raised its enormous foot.
*THOOM.*
The outer gate exploded inward in a cataclysm of shattered stone and timber. The shockwave flattened nearby buildings. Dust choked the air. Titans, drawn by the destruction like sharks to blood, began shuffling through the newly created hellmouth, their vacant smiles grotesque against the carnage.
Chaos reigned. People stampeded towards the inner gate. Garrison soldiers scrambled, firing useless pistols. Hannes stared, paralyzed, as a small Titan reached for Carla and Mikasa. Grisha ran, shouting their names, desperation etching his face.
High above the carnage, perched unseen on a section of Wall Maria untouched by the blast, I watched. Cold fury settled over me, sharp and clear. This. This was the moment. The starting gun of the nightmare I remembered. Bertolt Hoover, the hesitant boy-monster, was the spark.
*Time to extinguish it.*
I didn't bite my hand. I didn't need theatrics. I simply *willed* it. The transformation wasn't lightning; it was a silent, cosmic *unfolding*. My human form dissolved, replaced not by steam, but by the instantaneous emergence of sheer, impossible mass.
Where a man stood, Ultimate Waybig materialized. Instantly. Fully formed. Sixty meters of gleaming, silver-and-black cosmic armor. Towering horns swept back from a head dominated by a single, blazing green optic. Power radiated from him like heat from a star, warping the air around his form. He dwarfed the Colossal Titan. Utterly.
Silence fell. Not true silence – the screams, the crumbling stone, the hungry groans of Titans below continued – but a stunned, breathless silence gripped the minds of every witness. The panicked rush towards the inner gate stuttered. Soldiers lowered their useless weapons. Hannes forgot the Titan near Carla. Grisha froze mid-sprint. Even the newly entered Titans paused, their simple instincts recoiling from the sheer, overwhelming *presence* that now dominated the skyline.
The Colossal Titan, Bertolt's consciousness reeling inside its steaming skull, slowly turned its massive head. Its empty eyes fixed on the new entity. Confusion radiated from its steaming form. *What... what IS that?*
Waybig moved. No lumbering gait. It was a smooth, terrifying glide across the top of the Wall, covering the distance to the Colossal Titan in two strides. The stone cracked under his immense weight. He stopped, looming directly over the steaming giant. Waybig's single, immense optic focused on the Colossal Titan with chilling intensity.
Inside the Colossal's nape, Bertolt felt a primal terror he'd never known. This wasn't a Titan. This was something *else*. Something ancient and utterly alien. His mission, Marley, the Warriors – it all shriveled into insignificance before this cosmic judgment. He wanted to run, to dissolve the Titan and flee, but terror locked him in place.
Waybig's massive hand shot out, faster than anything that size should move. It didn't punch. It didn't claw. It *enveloped* the Colossal Titan's head and shoulders. Fingers like steel girders clamped down with crushing force.
**CRUNCH.**
Steam exploded in a geyser as the Colossal Titan's skull collapsed like rotten fruit under Waybig's grip. The massive body instantly began to dissolve, the uncontrolled steam eruption intensifying, trying to burn the invader. It was useless. Waybig's cosmic armor didn't scorch, didn't melt. The superheated vapor washed over him harmlessly.
Waybig didn't release his grip. He held on as the Titan's body rapidly disintegrated. Through the billowing steam, his grip tightened on something specific, something struggling within the dissolving flesh near the nape.
Bertolt Hoover screamed. A raw, animal sound of pure agony and terror. He felt bones snap as the colossal fingers closed around his human form, plucking him from the safety of the Titan's nape like a grub from rotten wood. The steam scalded his skin, but the crushing pressure was worse. He dangled, helpless, a tiny, broken doll in the fist of a god.
Waybig raised his fist, Bertolt held aloft for the entire, terrified district to see. The boy writhed, blood dripping from his mouth, his eyes wide with incomprehensible horror. Waybig's single, blazing optic stared down, not at Bertolt, but at the panicked crowd below, at the Titans now hesitating, at the broken gate.
The message was silent, but deafening: *Your age of Titans ends now. I am the Eater.*
Then, slowly, deliberately, Waybig brought his clenched fist towards his face. Towards the dark slit beneath the optic that served as his mouth. Bertolt's screams reached a fever pitch, choked and desperate.
The slit opened. Not a mouth, but a void. A gateway to infinite darkness and crushing cosmic pressure. Waybig shoved Bertolt into it.
The screams cut off abruptly. The slit closed.
Silence. Absolute, crushing silence fell over Shiganshina. The only sounds were the crackling of fires, the moan of the wind through the shattered gate, and the distant, confused groans of Titans who had momentarily forgotten their hunger in the face of the impossible.
Waybig stood atop the Wall, Bertolt Hoover consumed, the Colossal Titan erased. His green optic scanned the horizon, then turned inward, towards the heart of the Walls, towards the other pieces of the demon he had come to dismantle. The feast had just begun. Annie Leonhart... she wouldn't have to wait long to learn what true powerlessness felt like.