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Fullmetal Famer and the Pork Bowl Alchemist- P1The alarm clock went off and Edward Elric rolled over in bed. He would’ve liked to just shut it off and go back to sleep until noon, wake up fully rested and get a big brunch to stuff his face with. That would be paradise, but it wasn’t his life.Fullmetal Famer and the Pork Bowl Alchemist- P1 by *Artemis-Day
No, Edward Elric led a much different life.
“Come on, Ed, get up! You have a stable to clean out before sunrise. Get moving.”
Ed groaned and shoved a pillow over his head in a vain attempt to drown out the voices.
“Leave me alone,” he moaned.
He heard a laugh.
“No can do, buddy. We have to get up and so do you!”
The pillow was forcibly pulled from his grip along with the blankets. The next thing Ed knew, he was being bodily removed from the bed by his roommates, each one grabbing a leg. Ed yelped as he flew to the floor, pain shooting through the shoulder he landed on. He struggled with the insatiable urge to start strangling Beppu and Nishkawa to d
Fullmetal Farmer and the Pork Bowl Alchemist- P2A chorus of explosions ripped through the peace and calm of Central command, if such could ever exist in a military compound. Hachiken Yugo blinked his eyes twice, adjusting to the smoke and rubble that surrounded him on every side and went on forever. Around him, soldiers screamed inaudible orders to their platoons and rushed to defend the fort from the invaders. Hachiken found himself stuck without a place to go. It just figured that this would happen on a day he was back in town.Fullmetal Farmer and the Pork Bowl Alchemist- P2 by *Artemis-Day
Hachiken’s ears became attuned to the child-like voice approaching him.
“Al, what’s going on?” Hachiken demanded of his brother.
“Looks like the homunculi are invading.” Al looked just as pleased with the current developments as Hachiken was. “The Colonel is calling for everyone on hand to come and defend the base, especially alchemists.”
He gave Hachiken a knowing look, quite a feat considering his
FMA- Traffic JamEdward Elric's day starts as normal: he wakes up, he rolls over in bed and goes back to sleep, he wakes up again when Al comes and apologetically forces him out of bed. He goes downstairs for breakfast and enjoys bacon and eggs while Alphonse busies himself outside, helping an old lady with two huge bags of cat food walk to her car. Ed leaves the hotel that is currently his home just as Al is coming back. They meet up halfway.FMA- Traffic Jam by *Artemis-Day
"You have everything, brother?" Al asks.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ed answers with a long dramatic sigh that generally gives off the vibe of him just wanting to go back to bed and forget about work for the day. "Let's hurry and get this stupid report to Mustang before I have to listen to him bitch at me about it. Asshole..."
"Brother, come on. You can't talk that way about the Colonel."
"Like he's any better!" Ed cries. He then sighs and waves dismissively. "Come on, let's just get this over with."
They hail a taxi, which
CreepyPasta!FMA AttemptEd's Notes 23rd June 1914CreepyPasta!FMA Attempt by ~xXTeenLionessXx
'Do you believe in ghosts?'
Of course at least once in your lifetime you'd be ask that, At a random time or just asked when related to a paranormal topic, Its silly really, Someone 'haunting' you and someone 'rising from the grave', Its just nonsense, stories you'd scare your kids with for a bedtime story or at sleepovers with friends.
Of course, Me being the State Alchemist, part of the Military there was no room for petty ghost stories that'll scare you so much that you'd sleep with the light on or invite someone round to keep you company. You had to be serious about it and just brush it off like every other stupid story, But one event made me..question my thoughts of ghosts, Just recalling it made me really wonder about spirits who refused to enter the other world.
I'm sorry if this is boring you, I just needed to write this down, it happened quite some time ago during last year in September...I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone, Not even my brot