This whole fanfic was born from the loading screen where Erwin is holding a phone lol. I just got my wisdom teeth removed so I can't play the game right now or edit any videos, but I sure as heck can write about it. I write quite a few fanfics in my free time, so I'm glad to be writing one for this game. Enjoy~ That's if anyone even reads it
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I showed this thing to Dr. Sarah once and she laughed at it, saying it's a fossil and today's communications are far more advanced. She looked a little shocked when I told her seriously to find some kind of way to fix or charge it. I would've done it myself if I had the right tools, but the equipment I'd use would be considered dinosaurs too. Nonetheless, the doctor did it. She even managed to create a charger just for my 'ancient' phone and let me keep it. I don't think she fully understood why I wanted it to work again. Truly, I don't think she'll ever be able to fully comprehend my standpoint.
This piece of junk by today's standards is the only thing I have on me that has evidence of what the old world was like before the void happened with the Bashai and SoulDregs and anything else in between. Sure, we have dilapidated buildings and totaled cars to show the remnants of humans in their glory days, but those don't do me enough justice.
What was society like? What were Cloudream's political affairs like before the void? What was I like?
...Perhaps I'm being too hopeful. A phone probably won't answer all of those questions. Even if I can't get the satisfaction of learning more about old Cloudream, that won't kill the strong flames of my curiosity for learning about the unknown. It shouldn't have been unknown in the first place.
I haven't turned this thing on in fifteen years. My thumbs moved on their own as if it's second nature to me, and now I'm looking at the bootup screen. I'm getting huge nostalgia vibes even though I don't recognize half of what I'm seeing on this phone.
Operating it is just as easy as me using my Gun Jazz. With a few more swipes and taps I found the app I made. I kinda remember that. It felt good when it made the top charts, but I got so bored shortly after... It's also a bullet hell type of game. How fitting. That might be why my SoulWeapon is a pair of pistols.
The pictures were full of people I didn't know, a few of myself and screenshots of emails of what I presumed was when I developed the app. I'm not surprised by the pictures of some pretty girls~
My music playlist is so cringy... What was I? Some kind of hopeless romantic? Just looking at the titles I can tell they're love songs. Skimming over all of that garbage, there's one song that made me stop for a second to fully read the title. I can... vaguely remember this. It feels important. My head whipped around the makeshift tent instinctively looking for earbuds. Right. I don't have those.
So I'll just play it out loud...
...It shocked me that I had this on my phone, but my mom sang this song to me when I was little so I'd fall asleep. I can remember the tune.
What I can't remember is her voice. What I can't remember is her face. I don't feel any warmth from this. I feel nothing... And that's what hurts the most.
...Or maybe it's for the better I can't remember. Sure it kinda stings, but imagine what it'd feel like if I knew her name, everything she did for me, or what her love felt like. I'm not the type to spill tears easily, but I'm sure even something like that would get me.
I think I shouldn't keep looking at this phone anymore. Instead of information on what Cloudream used to be like, I got an overload on things my past self did and what I used to be like. And quite frankly, I don't want to turn this into a pain trip...
"Hello? Erwin? You in there? Sorry, I'm coming in!"
That was Stella... Oh, damn! I forgot the song was still playing. I paused it before she stepped inside.
"Oh, yeah, what's up?" I tried to hide the surprise in my voice.
"Mm... You look a little sad... But Avon wanted me to tell you to-" Stella mused, but her eyes quickly lit up when she saw the faint light of my phone on the tent walls, and then she followed it to my hands. "What's that?!"
I turned it so she could have a better look at it. I changed it so it just showed the home screen. "Just an old phone. I was looking around in it is all."
The excitement in her voice grew by the second. "Ah, I remember those! Does it have any games on it!? I wanna play one!"
Aw, so cute. Her pure innocence over something so simple is enough to pull me out of my thoughts. "Sure, but didn't you say Avon wanted to tell me something? I think that's probably more important, Stella."
She gasped, suddenly remembering, and her shoulders drooped. "Oh... That is more important I guess."
"It's ok. As soon as he tells me what I need to know, I'll let you play with it all you like."
"Of course. It's not much use to me, anyway."
"Yay, thanks!" She even did a little hop. Ah, my heart.
The both of us went to Avon shortly after. It's just another mission. Nothing new.
Right after I delete all of those pictures, and right after I delete that song my mom used to sing to me...
Stella can use my phone all she wants. At least it can bring joy to someone rather than making them sink, and feeling like a hallowed version of their past selves.
A/N: We never see Erwin show much sadness in the game at all so I decided to write it