Y/N POV
I wake up in a field, well "wake up," I'm still asleep but I'm dreaming. I've had nightmares, but this, this was something else completely. It wasn't anything to do with monsters and demons, it was realistic. I'm not really scared of demons anymore since, Y'know, I live and work among them. I look around, but it was, off. It looked peaceful, but then came the most unrealistic part of my dream. German army officers gripped my shoulders, gripping my civilian shirt off my body, draping a field shirt over my body.

Y/N: "NO! NO I CANT GO BACK! DONT MAKE ME GO BACK!"

Officer 1: "Nonsense! We need every available man for front line service!

They rip my trousers off, the less said about that the better, and forced me into the red piped m1907/10 trousers, wrapping suspenders on my shoulders and round the front. Now the field jacket, or feldbluse, iron cross second class ribbon sewed on and medal pinned on. They force it on me, my panic increasing tenfold, I think I actually feel my eyes start watering as I plead to the officers.

Y/N: "PLEASE! I CANT! I WONT! I CANT MENTALLY HANDLE IT AGAIN!"

Officer 2: "You're being a pussy! You can and you must, we need you too! For the good of the German people!"

Y/N: "What good does war for for a population?! Pride?! Fuck their pride! Thousands of people die daily in this damn war and I won't contri"

Just then I felt something get shoved tightly around my waist and back, looking down I see a set of tornister straps on my back and my waistbelt with my ammo for Gewehr achtundneunzig, my bread bag, canteen, mess kit, grenades in my belt, and the final piece of the puzzle, a m1896 Pickelhaube covered by a a canvas cover with a bright red 16 across the front, chinstrap wrapped firmly around my chin, and the rifle strapped to shoulder.

Y/N: "NO! YOU SONS OF BITCHES! I CAN'T! I WON'T! I'LL, I'LL JUST RUN! EITHER WAY I'M FUCKING DEAD!"

Officer 1: "Does it look like we give a shit?! Fine! Run away like a coward! Run home like a dog with it's tail tucked between it's legs! Go home where your mother and father will shame you, where your brothers will laugh and mock you for deserting your country when she needed you most! Back to the safety and comfort where all you love will shun you, your girlfriend will break off your engagement! Do you want that?! To be seen as a coward?!"

Y/N: "Coward? COWARD?! COWARD?! I-"

Officer 2: "SHUT UP! I nor Oberleutnant Heinrich thought we asked for your opinion! You're a able bodied man between 17 and 35, its time for you to fight for the Vaterland, and you don't have a choice! Für Gott, Kaiser, und Vaterland!"

Before I can respond, my world changes. from the peaceful and calm fields of my homeland, I see the harsh and dirty fields of battle I'm all too familiar with. Dark grey clouds, booming Artillery that sounded like thunder, machine guns that gave a dull thud as they ripped men to shreds, grenades with their loud pop as they blew up, and Rifle fire, that was that least scary part of everything to me, I was used to that from home. As I take in my surroundings, I get grabbed by a Leutnant, what you Americans would call a lieutenant. He looked gaunt, like he'd been in the trenches for a long time without a decent meal.

Lieutenant: "cmon! We're charging now! Go go go!"

What?! No time to even mentally prepare!? I put my bayonet on my rifle and start charging the enemy, watching as men are blow up, gunned down, all of that horrible stuff. As I rush I hear an explosion to my left, and look over to see a sight I don't want to see, a German soldier blasted in half flying towards me

Y/N: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He hits me like a freight train, sending me flying into a shell crater. I landed in dirty water, mud now covering my face thickly as I started crying heavily, grabbing my helmet, trying to not cry myself to death. Soon another explosion happened, and Fritz was chucked in the same crater, his head gushing blood and with shrapnel wounds all over his chest.

Y/N: "F-Fritz?! N-No no nononononononono! Fritz you can't die on me now!"

He coughed and spat blood up, his lungs must've gotten injured.

Fritz: "Y-Y/N, you know I'm not going to make it"

Y/N: "b-bullshit! You can! You will! You're a resilient person! Y-you'll"

Fritz: "Y/N, face the facts, I'm missing a good sixth of my head, my chest is crimson red, and, and"

He threw up a small pool of blood, and smiled, why the fuck is he smiling?!

Fritz: "I-I see the light, I-I'm not g-going to suffer anymore b-brother, t-take care of th-those Belgian ladies for me okay?"

Y/N: "Fritz, n-no, no, you need to g-get home"

Fritz: "brother, I'm not getting home, take care of mom for m-"

He coughed up more blood, and died, right there in my arms, a small smile curled upon his face. My eyes started watering even more and I tried not to but out crying too loud, but, obviously I did. Heinz somehow heard me and tried jumping in the trench.

Heinz: "Y/-!"

Bang, right between the eyes, honestly the best shot I've ever seen

Y/N: "HEINZ! NO!"

He splashed in the muddy water right in front of me, and, it gets too much for me. I start crying and curl up into a ball, and start passing out slowly. I wake back up in my office with a shout, and curl up into a ball and cry into my knees, my face one of pure horror, that was until a knock on my door. I just call over

Y/N: "c-come in"

Loona: "hey dude, you okay?"

Why does she want to ask me that? She curses me out every time I leave my office, why would she care?

Y/N: "no, I'm not, but, just let me suffer alone. You don't need or want to know"

Loona: "I don't think I'll do that, I may not be too hep on you but it's not normal for people to wake up screaming so loud the living world can hear you"

She walked over and sat down at my desk, putting her feet up on it.

Loona: "tell me what's wrong, dorkus"

Chapter Ende