Screen 1
The government starts tightening its grip. Anyone asking about the truth is treated like a threat. Scouts get blamed for everything that went wrong. Trost. Stohess. Losses. Panic.
Orders come down:
Erwin is to be arrested.
The Scouts are to be shut down.
The truth must stay buried.
Levi isn't having it.
Hange isn't having it.
Eren and Historia are taken into hiding.
This time the enemy isn't some giant monster. It's the people in charge. The ones supposed to protect humanity.
Sans leans against a wall, hands in pockets, eye glowing a bit.
"Figures. Sometimes the real monsters wear uniforms."
Papyrus nods, serious for once.
"We'll protect our friends. No matter what."
Screen 2
The Scouts peel back the lies and everything rots underneath.
The king is a puppet.
The Reiss family is the real authority.
The Walls were built on erased memories and stolen truth.
Erwin decides if the system is rigged, he'll break the system.
A coup without chaos.
A revolution without fire.
Meanwhile, Levi gets dragged back into history when a ghost with swagger and a shotgun shows up.
Kenny Ackerman.
His old… something. Partner. Rival. Or the guy who ruined his worldview. Hard to label.
These aren't Titans.
They're trained warriors with guns.
The Scouts have never been outgunned like this.
It's kill or die.
But kill who?
Humans who might be innocent.
Soldiers who didn't choose their orders.
That's when Sans steps forward.
He flicks on a single glowing eye.
"Guess we're really doing this, huh. Not a fan of killing. But I'm even less a fan of fascists."
He uses speed and teleport tricks to disarm rather than destroy.
Knocks rifles away.
Drops opponents unconscious rather than dead.
Papyrus takes hits, shielding others with his bone constructs.
He shouts at the Anti-Personnel Squad to fall back and think for themselves.
"YOU CAN WALK AWAY. YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW BAD RULES!"
They fight to protect life on both sides.
Line drawn.
No turning back.
Screen 3
Everything gets personal.
Not politics. Not strategy.
Bloodline.
Historia is the true heir.
The one person the system tried hardest to erase.
Rod Reiss spills the history everyone wished wasn't real.
Grisha Jaeger slaughtered the previous Founding Titan.
Forced Eren to devour him.
Eren didn't choose anything.
He's just the last link in a chain of sins.
Eren breaks down.
He begs them to replace him.
Kill him.
End the threat he carries.
Rod tries to push the old order back into place by turning his own daughter into a weapon.
But Historia isn't the quiet girl from training anymore.
She's tired of being used.
"I'm not your tool."
She throws down the syringe.
Decides to fight fate instead of inherit it.
Rod Reiss loses his mind.
Injects himself.
Becomes a nightmare the size of a cathedral.
While everyone scrambles to react, Sans just stares at the colossal crawling horror.
"So that's her dad… good thing family reunions aren't always like this."
He teleports next to Eren, steadying him while he's still spiraling.
"You're not a curse. You're a survivor. Big difference."
Papyrus reinforces the collapsing cavern with bone pillars to keep everyone from being crushed.
"WE WILL SAVE EVERYONE AND HAVE A COOL STORY TO TELL AFTER!"
The stage is set.
The truth is ugly.
But for the first time, Historia chooses her own side.
Screen 4
Rod's Titan form drags itself toward Orvud District like a giant, burning corpse.
If it reaches the wall, thousands die.
No time for hesitation.
The Scouts push a desperate plan.
Blow the monster apart from underneath.
Force the pieces to fall inside the walls instead of over them.
Eren grips onto one clear thought.
People need him.
Not Grisha's will.
Not fate.
Him.
He transforms and hardens his Titan body for the first time, creating a barrier that shields the civilians behind him.
Papyrus launches a massive bone platform so the soldiers can ride high above the steaming Titan flesh.
Sans teleports between collapsing rooftops, placing blasters in key points beneath the monster.
"Aim for the glowy bits. Always works."
His shots tear through the weak flesh, helping the Scouts blast the Titan apart mid-crawl.
The enormous body collapses.
Meat and heat everywhere.
But one final piece survives.
Rod's Titan face.
Twisted. Suffering. Crawling.
Historia jumps.
No one pushes her this time.
She finishes it herself.
She lands, breath steady, crown earned.
Not a title she inherited.
A victory she claimed.
Screen 5
After the coronation, the city finally exhales.
For the first time in a long time, there's real calm.
The Scouts aren't fugitives anymore.
The new queen stands with them.
People see hope instead of fear.
Papyrus spends the days helping rebuild houses and cheering up kids.
He tries teaching them how to cook spaghetti.
Many casualties. Mostly taste-related.
Still, the laughter matters.
Sans wanders the streets, hands in his pockets, pretending he isn't watching for danger.
He jokes. Naps.
But the truth is he's scanning every shadow.
Every unknown face.
Every echo of Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt.
He knows peace like this never lasts.
The gang meets up often.
Mikasa trains harder.
Armin reads every classified document he can get his hands on.
Eren tries to make sense of his power and what it's turned him into.
Sans keeps it simple:
"You're alive. Keep choosing what to do with that. That's freedom, right?"
It's easy to imagine a future here.
A normal one. Maybe.
But beyond the walls, enemies are still moving.
And the basement still holds answers no one is ready for.
This peace isn't the end.
It's the pause before the biggest storm yet.
Be continued