It was an early summer evening in one of the many cul-de-sacs of Peach Creek. Inside one of the many houses, a young foreign immigrant named Rolf was busy cleaning up his dinner dishes after a long day of work in his family's garden and farm. Sighing contentedly, he raised up one of the plates to examine it.

"Ah sparkling like Papa's washed backside." Rolf stated with satisfaction as he walked over to place the plate back in the cupboard with the others. Yawning and stretching his arms out, he looked out of the window at the farm he so proudly and diligently would watch over and help take care of. Satisfied that his long day of work is complete, he walked back towards his room, before slipping into his bed.

"Goodnight, family and home. Tomorrow begins another day of hard back-breaking work for Rolf. Such is the life of a Son of a Shepherd." Rolf said as he laid back, grinning. Eventually falling asleep.

As he snoozed, a couple houses down, someone else was similarly preparing for bed. Dusting off every nook and cranny in his room and making sure his pajamas were tidy Edd, or Double D to most who knew him, smiled as he looked down.

"Prepped and ready for a nice evening's rest if I do say so myself." Humming to himself as he makes his way towards his bed, Double D is suddenly startled and jumps in the air as a loud crash of thunder strikes, and he sees the flash from his bedroom window. Rushing over to it, he looks outside in the direction, seeing neither cloud nor rain from which it could've come from. However he saw a small trail of smoke that slowly dissipated a few houses down.

"Was that...Rolf's house?" He asked himself.

Chapter 1

Rolf sat up groaning, rubbing his head. The Son of a Shepherd rubbed his head in confusion. He had fallen asleep from a long day's work, but for some reason he just woke up, as if he'd been forced awake.

"Papa, is it morning already? Rolf apologizes for-" He asked in a daze, feeling the sun on his skin. But something felt...wrong. Looking down, the young adolescent saw that he was sitting on some grass, and looking up he seemed on a grassy field with a few trees around here and there. Of course that's when he heard a lot of sounds that normally he wouldn't expect: yelling, screaming, crying, and a host of other loud shouts.

Standing up, Rolf brushed himself off. He was no longer in his pajamas, but his normal work and day clothes. This only served to confuse Rolf more, but this was hardly the strangest thing. Walking towards the sounds, Rolf scratched his head. "Where did this field of inadequate vegetation and barbaric shouting hail from? And why is Rolf here now?" He asked, before walking over a small hill crest.

Looking over, Rolf's eyes widened. "...Rolf's eyes surely jest, yes?" He asked, somewhat shaking as he did. For in front of him stood not only what looked like a bunch of farmers holding large pikes, axes, bows, or farmer's equipment, but in front of them stood creatures out of his Nana's worst stories. Large giant men. No, not men. They were completely naked, only they were missing any sort of features on their body's other than just their skin. Their faces were twisted in horribly misshapen expressions, large cruel smiles or angry glares, but they weren't changing, even as they were stabbed by the people with pikes ineffectively. But Rolf's eyes were dragged most horrifically to what happened to the few people who had been caught. Looking up at them, he could only watch as they were dragged helplessly to the giant's mouth, and then bitten in, as if they were nothing but a fresh pickled pigs foot.

Shaking himself, Rolf quickly jumped to his feet and started to rush away, along some of the others he noticed. There were lots of such people scattered about, as were these giants, but Rolf only focused on running.

"Shlaheeya! Mama! Papa! Wake Rolf from this nightmare Rolf's been consumed by!" He cried out, flailing his arms around, before crashing into something. Groaning, Rolf looked up to see he had run into the leg of one of those giants he'd been fleeing from. The giant, which couldn't be less than seven meters tall, looked back and down at Rolf. Rolf gulped slowly, feeling beads of sweat fall down his neck. "R-Rolf apologizes...please continue your fleshy snack, Rolf will just leave you as you were."

Rolf slowly took a few steps, but the giant lunged a hand for Rolf. Rolf cried out, and fell backwards, crawling away as the giant towered over him. Feeling something hit his arm, Rolf looked down and saw a regular axe laying on the ground, probably abandoned by one of the many fleeing farmers. Looking up Rolf saw the giant once again reach for him. Grabbing it, Rolf cried out and swung it as hard as he could. The axe easily sliced through the fingers pf the giant, making it unable to grab at Rolf. Looking down at Rolf than it's hand, the giant's expression didn't change in the slightest. Reaching up, Rolf desperately grabbed at the giant's hand, and with all of his strength yanked it over to the side. The giant was thrown to the side, skidding along the ground for a few feet. Rolf looked at it, catching his panicked breath, before realizing something.

"...Of course! Oh Rolf was such a scardy babycat for no reason! Clearly, Rolf is merely in happy dream land! Rolf's living one of his Great Nano's stories! Well, Rolf shall embrace the calling of his ancestors!" He said, grabbing the axe nearby. Now assured that he was merely in a dream, Rolf looked over at the hordes of giants swarming over the running people. "Rolf shall prepare a merciless beating, foul cravers of flesh from man!"

Rolf shouted out loud as he charged ahead towards the fearsome giants. Of course, it was at that moment when the giant he had tossed earlier pushed itself up and swung out an arm at Rolf. Rolf grinned and swung down the axe again, this time taking off the entire hand. Smirking, Rolf shook his hand at the beast.

"Ah ah ah! Rolf sees you have not learned your lesson! Well, Rolf shall make it quick and painless!" He shouted as he ran at the giant. The giant lunged its head at Rolf, trying to bite him. Rolf quickly grabbed ahold of the beast by the cheek and tossed its head to the side. Pushing up, the giant was able to stand back to its full height. Rolf looked over it, still grinning. "Oh hoh, still challenging the Son of a Shepherd? Rolf will end you mercilessly, like Papa on Nana's pantaloons!"

The giant swung down its hand, which Rolf didn't notice had already grown its fingers back from earlier. Rolf grinned and took a step back before grabbing the fingers himself and tugging them, once again forcing the giant down onto the ground. Looking over at the giant as it lay on the ground, he saw that it tried to slowly stand up. Rolf grinned and ran over. "Rolf shall end your flim flamdoodle!"

As he ran over, he leaped up onto it's back, before raising the axe high above his head, and with a mighty cry he swung it down, cleaving through the neck, slicing the head off. Panting a bit, Rolf stood up and grinned. "Rolf has vanquished the overgrown nudists of this country! Papa would be so proud." He jumped off the back, and looked at the others. "Fear not, for these sissy folklores are no mach for Rolf, Son of a-" Rolf was then interrupted by the headless giant behind him swinging its arms and crashing into Rolf's back, sending him flying. He crashed and rolled on the ground a bit, before smacking into a tree. Rolf groaned as he lay down limply. "Rolf would like a bandage..."

Unknown to Rolf, his actions had not been unseen. Among the group of fleeing farmers, a man in a uniform holding two strange sword sat on a horse. He'd been futilely trying to keep the people around him organized and not a panicked mess. However, he knew deep down he couldn't keep it up. These were just farmers sent out to fight and die. Even trained solders would panic at the sight of a Titan, what hope did these people have? However his eyes had been drawn to feeling a Titan crash on the ground. Looking over he was surprised to find a boy standing on top of a decapitated Titan, shouting out. However that's when he saw the boy get sent flying into a tree. His eyes widening, he quickly kicked his horse towards him, although he feared for the worst from such an impact. "Are they so desperate they're sending children to die too?!" He said darkly, before he arrived at Rolf. Jumping off his horse, he ran over to help. "Hey, are you alright?"

Rolf coughed up as he pushed himself up, groaning and rubbing his bruised face. "Rolf's keister aches with the pain worse than Papa's punishment, but Rolf should be fine." He said slowly, before his eyes widened. "...Wait, Rolf hurts?" He asked.

The wide-eyed soldier nodded incredulously. "Well of course you're hurt, you're lucky to be alive! Come on, we're retreating let's get you out of here." He picked up Rolf and ran over to his horse, getting up on it. Rolf groaned and looked back.

"But this confuses Rolf...how could Rolf feel that thrashing if Rolf is in happy night lala land?" He asked the soldier riding away, confused.

The solder looked back, slightly taken back by Rolf's...peculiar words. "You must've hit your head hard. No, this isn't a dream, and it'd be a mercy if this were a nightmare. This is as real as it gets." He stated, before focusing back ahead.

Rolf now confronted by this reality, which was reinforced by the stinging he felt all over his body, fell forward on the horse, barely gripping. He looked up at the soldier. "Where is Rolf?! Where is the cul-de-sac, where is Papa and Mama?! What are those giant monstrosities that plagued Rolf?!" He asked desperately.

The soldier looked back and shook his head. "Boy...you really seem confused. Come on, we're almost at the wall, some rest should help that memory." As he said that, he charged forward, and Rolf looked up to see what he meant.

Up ahead stood a massive wall, one that dwarfed anything the young Son of a Shepherd could even imagine. Looking around, he saw people and others on horses rushing forward towards it as well. Looking forward at the soldier, he now was able to get a better look at him. The strange swords on his hip were attached to some strange contraption machine. The man's uniform was different from anything he'd seen, but was clearly one. He wore a brown jacket with a shield and crossed swords behind a series of roses on it. Rolf was receiving far too much strange and conflicting information for his poor simple mind.

"...Where is Rolf?"

AN: So yeah, I decided to once again go against my own advice and write another fanfic while I have one currently in production. (Speaking of, don't worry I intend to continue This'll be a Shell of a Day, just when I'm in the right mood for it.) I do apologize that it's quite a bit shorter than my normal chapters, but the introduction for this series is a bit more simple than my last fic and following chapters should be longer.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy my Attack on Titan and Ed, Edd 'n Eddy crossover.

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Bet you didn't expect that to happen.