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There are two original characters; it starts off in Micky's and will become an 'every-other chapter' thing, okay?

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1) Transmutation Circles
'and then there was this BIG BLUE LIGHT and I swear I think I saw Chuck Norris! HE HAD SPAGHETTI-O'S!!'

//Micky's P.o.v. //

BloodyQueen: Could u ask ur ma if u can come spend the night?
Apples'N'Oranges: y?
BloodyQueen: Cuz ma & da r goin out & lexi & abbi r spendin the night at one of their friends & cas went out
Apples'N'Oranges: but she nv goes out!
BloodyQueen: i kno! thats y i marked it on the calendar!
Apples'N'Oranges: u mark EVERYTHING on the calendar!!
BloodyQueen: ur point?
Apples'N'Oranges: Ugh
BloodyQueen: dontcha 'ugh' me! now go ask ur ma!
Apples'N'Oranges: fine brb
BloodyQueen: k

I smirked slightly, before I moved the little messenger box out of the way so I could replay the song that I was listening to.

PING!

I looked down at the orange flashing light. Hovering the little arrow on the box; I bit my lip in hope.

Click.

Apples'N'Oranges: She said yes
Apples'N'Oranges: r u happy?
BloodyQueen: very!
BloodyQueen: So when u comin over?

I stared at the screen for a good solid five minutes, before catching on she wasn't going to reply and sent out another message.

BloodyQueen: Rob whered u go?

The phone rang, making me jump. I sighed and got up from the computer chair, I jogged up the stairs to the main floor. I turned left going into the kitchen, picking up the phone. "Yello..?"

"Open the freaking door!"

I laughed to myself knowing who it was. Of course; knocking never was her style.

"Well, how do I know you're not a stalker?" I teased, leaning against the counter.

"Just do it, Micky!"

"Why?" I asked innocently, twisting a piece of blonde hair around my finger.

"FINE THEN I'LL JUST COME IN!"

The door slammed open, revealing a steaming Robyn—Quite literally. Her face was red and her sandy ginger locks were a complete mess.

"Why do you do that?" Robyn growled. I noted that she needed to stop sounding like a hungry animal when she did that. Where were her lady-like manners? Are all of us American's like that?

"Do what?" I muttered, not really thinking about her question since I was off on some tangent in my head.

"Freaking ask me to spend the night then not open the fucking door!" She roared, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I shook my head with a teasing grin. "No swearing or I'll have to hug you!" I sang, watching her turn another shade of red-faced rage.

"Fuggierhe—!"

"Huh?"

"Nothing." Robyn muttered. "So why did you so badly want me to spend the night?" She straightened the strap to her bag in annoyance.

I shrugged. "I dunno. Just bored… I have nothing to do, so yea." I answered, shrugging slightly.

"We should throw a party!" Robyn said, throwing her hands up in the air. Oh look! Her bipolar tendencies reveal themselves!

"No." I stated flatly.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to clean up the mess after it! Do you?" I gave her the evil eye.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. What do you want to do?"

"Why don't we just get your stuff in my room, then maybe something will come to mind." I said moving out of her way as she walked into the kitchen past the stairs down the basement and to the hallway outside the laundry room. She made a sharp turn to the left and marched up the stairs, me right behind her.

My cat meowed at us as we passed by and Robyn bent down and picked up the black cat. "Hi there, Cleo." She murmured, scratching the cat's ear; still walking to my room. Cleo started purring real loudly.

Robyn put her stuff on my bed as she sat down besides her bag, holding Cleo in her lap as she gave her attention. "Has anything come to mind yet?" Robyn asked, hopefully.

I sat down on the double bed. "Not really." I replied.

Slowly, both of us moved our heads to stare at the door next to my dresser that led to the attic.

"You know..." Robyn started.

"We have never explored the attic." I finished.

We looked at each other, big grins on our faces.

"First we have to push the TV out of the way, then the dresser, `kay?"

Robyn nodded, letting Cleo jump out of her lap and the she cat slipped behind one of the blankets covering the open window.

I closed the door to my room.

We put our hands on our hips and surveyed the huge bulky brown dresser with tons of stuff on it. "Well this is gonna be fun." Robyn commented sarcastically, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Come on let's just get it over with. You know you want to check out the attic more than do anything." I said moving towards the dresser.

Robyn breathed out frustrated, before running a hand through her messy hair and glowering. "Yea." She muttered moving to the other side of the dresser. "Hey! Didn't you say that there was a boy that hung himself in the attic?"

I nodded, "That's what Cassie tells me."

"I see." Robyn commented. I didn't like that mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Okay, on three we'll lift it up and push it up against the bed, okay?" I told Robyn.

She nodded, already bracing herself.

I slowly started to count, "One...Two...Three...Heave!" I cried.

We lifted it up a few inches off the ground, and moved it slightly, before Robyn gasped and it fell from her grasp. I gave an impromptu 'Oomph!' and it fell from me as well.

We blinked at the small ground we had covered, before I sighed, brushing some hair behind my ear.

"Okay… Let's just… push it instead." I said, moving behind the dresser. Robyn snorted, shaking her head.

"Kay, on three again?" Robyn asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, to set on moving the damn thing to pay attention to her growing sarcasm levels.

"One, two, three!" I pushed as hard as I could and Robyn pulled as hard as she could. Which really wasn't a lot… But, we finally managed to get it against the bed.

Thank God.

I went over to the door, and tried to open it, but, none too surprisingly, it was locked.

"AH! All that trouble for nothing!" Robyn wailed, shaking her fingers as if they still hurt from lifting the dresser. Whiney little—Wait.

"No." I said, shaking my head.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Robyn mocked back at me, putting her hands on her hips.

"I mean dad always has an extra key in his study. I'll be right back." I said, moving towards the door avoiding the dressers, but had to move the one we had put by the door a bit so I could get through.

I moved quickly into dad's study and looked around for the small black key. Finding it by the door hanging up rather high, I grabbed it and rushed back to my room, to the impatient friend I had abandoned only a moment before.

"Did you find it?" Robyn asked; she was now sitting on the bed again.

"Yup." I jingled them with a grin.

We both hurried to the door, before I plunged the key into the lock and turned it. Feeling the door slowly open, I whirled around to Robyn and squealed.

"You did it?" Robyn asked, shocked yet grinning like a hyena.

"It doesn't take brain surgery to know how to open a locked door with a key." I said waving the small key around once more.

"Well..." She sighed in a contradictory way, looking up at the ceiling with a teasing grin. We laughed slightly, before I looked back up at the small cavity.

"I'll go first; it's very narrow and steep. There's no railing either." I said, putting the key on the dresser.

Robyn nodded her head then followed me into the small closet.

If you where to look straight from the door all you would see is a normal closet—but if you looked to the left then you saw some stairs that lead up to a closed hatch. You can already guess how cramped it was, especially for us two who had not the body of a small child.

To say we 'walked' up the stairs would be an understatement. We crawled, thanks.

I got to the top and pushed the heavy board up. I stopped pushing it, and it clattered to the dusty floor above.

"There." I said with a sigh, climbing out of the narrow space.

I turned around once I got situated, only to see Robyn clutching the stairs with her hands to trying to get up off her stomach. How the klutz managed to trip while crawling was beyond me.

I chuckled, "I told you they were really steep."

She glared at me, "You said they were steep, not really steep!"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Sorry." I offered a hand.

Robyn grasped it and pulled herself out of the stair case. "I hate those stairs!" Robyn muttered.

"Get use to them! We still have to go down them, too!" I giggled, slapping her on the back before standing. She stayed seated, her feet still dangling in the staircase. She slowly looked up at the ceiling, a mix of humor and almost masked tepidness in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" I muttered, rubbing my temple.

"Looking for a dead body." Robyn answered, not taking her wide eyes off the ceiling.

"Robyn!" I gasped.

"What?!" She actually sounded offended…

"I'll have you know that it is quite possible for a ghostly body thingy to be there!" She whispered harshly; starting to at least try to stand up. But in all actuality, she was so flustered she got tangled up in some cord without realizing it.

"Um, Robby—"

"A-And what if it tried to kill us?! I have a right to be a bit freaked out! It could like— Round house kick us in the face! I can't be kicked in the—OOMPH!"

I face palmed. "You klutzy, idiotic, foul-mouthed dunce…"

Robyn was wedged in a cardboard box. Yes. Her ass was stuck in a box. Though she tried to stand, she only fell back because… a box was making friends with her butt. Oh God, I don't think I can handle this. Don't let me laugh at her… don't let me laugh at her…

"This is sooo clichéd." She glanced up at me. "Help?" Oh god don't—Don't—

I threw back my head and let out a peal of laughter, before shaking my head and wiping a tear from my eye, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

But… She was all bent over because of the box. I grabbed it by the ends, and pulled. It came off easily, but about 5,000 things piled out of it.

"…Damn." Robyn muttered. I 'pffted', and got down on my knees, still laughing like crazy. She still looked miffed at the whole accident—that she had started not to mention.

"Come on, help me pick this up, Robyn." I sighed, and started to pick up the odds and ends that had fallen from the old box. She sighed, before pouting and following down into a similar sitting position to help me.

I blinked over at Robyn after a couple minutes of digging. "I don't even recognize half of this stuff…"

Robyn nodded. "Yeah. It looks like it's from the 20's or something…" Blinking, slightly startled, she held up a pair of black leather pants, and smirked. "Guy's got taste."

I smirked and pulled them from her hands, tucking them back in the box. "You're such a freak."

"What?" Robyn said with a humored smirk as we both giggled.

I just shook my head, still slightly laughing, and went back to picking up the stuff.

Robyn did, too. But stopped, blinking. "Does this…look familiar?" Robyn asked, holding up a jacket.

My eyes bugged out. "That…that looks just like Ed's jacket! Gimme!"

"No way! I found it!" Robyn said with a laugh as I nearly tackled her to get it.

"Whatever, it was in my house!" I snapped, my fingers twitching to get the red fabric out of hers.

"Aw, come on, at least let me wear it!" Robyn said innocently.

I growled, then stuck my finger out at her. "Fine! But only for tonight, then it's mine!"

Robyn waved her hand at me, still smiling. "Of course, of course. I'm not that dense."

Robyn slipped it on her shoulders, and we continued looking through the stuff. I shook my head with a frown, not liking the feeling I had just fought down. Ick. How below me.

We sat in silence, still sorting through the things and sticking them back in the box.

"Hey. Robyn." I whispered. Robyn glanced up at me.

"…What?" She asked slowly, eyeing the book I was holding.

"This…" I held it out in front of her, showing her the cover. Robyn's eyebrows went together with confusion.

"No way…" Robyn murmured, slightly cocking her head to the side like she did whenever she had to think a lot.

"It looks just like that alchemy book from Full Metal Alchemist!" I retracted the book, and flipped through the pages, glancing from each diagram, eyes wide.

Robyn dumped more junk into the box, yet still watching me. Right when Robyn realized that there was no more junk to go in, I paused on a page.

"Robyn, this is the circle Ed and Al used to get into our world, from Conqueror of Shambala!"

She smiled in a slightly amused manner, before pushing herself off the floor and walked over. "Really? We should make it!"

"What?" I asked, looking up at her.

She put her hands on her hips with a proud air. "Are we or are we not extremely awesome with a pencil? Why couldn't we try? It's not like we'll get in trouble."

"Yeah, I will." I snapped.

"Come on, Micky! You know you want to!" Robyn pleaded.

I glared down at the book, and then smiled slyly. "I'll get the ladder."

Robyn smiled, too. "Leave the chalk to me! I know exactly where your sisters hide it!"

With that we rushed downstairs, gathering up the things we'd need to make our 'transmutation circle'. It took awhile for the idiot ginger to get the chalk out of the closet, but we finally got all of the stuff piled into the far corner of the attic.

"First if we are to make this big, we have to move some of this shit." I concluded, tapping my fingers on my waist.

Robyn frowned, "But I hate cleaning!" My frowned deepened at her whining.

"We're not cleaning; we are shoving everything that way!" I said, pointed to the other side of the attic.

"Ohh! I knew that!" Robyn waving her hand at me.

I rolled my eyes, before taking it easy and just agreeing. "Sure. Let's just start."

Robyn nodded with a toothy grin, before marching up to a box and almost smirking in both mischief and an odd sort of revenge, as he clapped her hands together and slammed them into the box—sending it flying back and her on her ass.

"TAKE MY ALCHEMIC BITCH SLAP AND SUCK ON IT, YOU STUPID BOX!"

"What are you doing!?" I snapped, walking over to her.

She looked up at me innocently, though that shit eating grin she had on threw off the look completely. "Trying to use alchemy to move these boxes~!"

I smacked myself in the forehead.

"Couldn't you have gone one day not doing that?! …And in revenge to a box, for crying out loud! Get to work!"

"No, to your first question." Robyn answered flatly standing up. She looked over her shoulder idly before sighing, "…Looks like we're gonna have to do it the hard way."

"I could've told you that!" I shouted.

Robyn shrugged, "Well I just wanted to see if it would work~!"

"Okay—Let's just move these boxes before it's too late to do anything." I growled.

"Fine." She grumbled, crossing her arms and finally doing something without messing around.

I started to stack the smaller, raggedy boxes on the larger, sturdier boxes.

After awhile we had enough space to draw a big transmutation circle. I dusted off my hands before falling back to rock on my heels picking up a white chalk stick.

"You know we should make this real." Robyn said putting her hands on her hips. She was standing next to me, running a hand through her hair in thought.

I looked up at her; I had started drawing the circle on the floor with the chalk after surveying the book we had found. I let it fall back onto the floor as I looked at her curiously. Wasn't this enough or did she have to make it even harder for me…?!

"Like?" I didn't hide the agitation in my voice.

"On the walls and ceiling like in the last episode." Robyn replied with a smile.

"You haven't seen the last episode!" I snapped, starting to laugh at her slightly.

Robyn shrugged, still smiling, "So. You told me about it and I saw the movie."

"…Fine… That way we can split the work in half…" I replied reluctantly. Somehow I knew she was planning something.

"YAY!! I call the two walls!!" Robyn shouted, swinging her arms out to point in their general directions.

"That's not fair!" I exploded, standing up furiously.

"You said to split the work and you started the floor. So that means you get to do the ceiling too!" Robyn whined.

I smirked, "Fine, I will do the ceiling if I get the coat!"

Robyn snorted, "What ever!"

I put my hands on my hips. "Then you're doing the ceiling!"

Robyn stomped her foot impatiently, "You can have the coat back after tonight. That was the deal!"

"Then what are you going to give me for doing the ceiling?"

"A swift kick in the ass?" Robyn snapped; she was on the defensive now. Pretty soon this would be another war. Great. Better stop this while I can before we try to kill each other.

I crossed my arms, "…" I clenched my teeth, just in case. The words hurt to even think. "…Fine! I'll do the fucking ceiling!"

"Thank you!" Robyn said exasperatedly, yet there was a note of relief there. At least she noticed when a fight was about to start. She just didn't know how to back down.

"Yeah, whatever." I muttered still slightly upset. Hey, at least she still has more work than me to finish… I noted as I started finishing the first circle.

Robyn frowned slightly, before grabbing the ladder lying in the corner and going to a random wall a starting up her first circle. We worked for about twenty minutes.

I had had to grab another ladder; thankfully, we had a second floating around up in the attic amazingly—When I felt something shake my ladder. I looked down to see guilty green eyes and a mop of choppy ginger hair. They turned almost dismayed.

Oh shi—!

"THIS SILENCE IS DRIVING ME FUCKING INSANE!!" Robyn yelled, grasping her head and staggering away from the ladder. "I CAN HEAR MYESLF THINKING AND IT KEEPS SAYING REALLY MEAN STUFF! I NEED YOUR HELP!"

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic speech of 'prying inner voices' and hopped down, before slapping her on the back.

"I'll go get my mp3 player." I stated, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk. I turned around and slid down the stairs, coming back up with the MP3 player and a set of loud speakers.

"What cha' wanna listen to?" I asked as I plugged the speakers into the MP3 turning up the volume on both.

"The Birthday Massacre."

"Good choice." I said to make small talk as I clicked a random TBM song.

I got the music playing and started working on the ceiling again, slightly smiling. Crisis averted.

Cleo came wondering up the stairs awhile later, meowing her head off; for she had never been in the attic before.

"Mrroooww." She howled.

The midnight black cat walked over to me, sniffing shirt that was covered in chalk before sneezing.

She walked over the transmutation circle, looking around at our half finished ones. Suddenly she started hissing and growling. She fluffed out and her tail poofed out as she continued to hiss and growl angrily.

Robyn and I put down our pieces of chalk; alarmed by the cat.

She was backing up, her back arched as she hissed at an unseen enemy. "Hey Cleo, what's wrong?" I said getting up and picking her up. She dug her claws in my arm and continued to hiss, staring at the middle of the transmutation circle.

"What's got her freaked?"

"I don't know…" I trailed off. "I'll take her downstairs."

I took Cleo downstairs, and she continued to hiss and glare at that one spot as we went down the stairs. I shoved open the door and tossed her out the door. Her fur was still fluffed up and she went over to the corner to groom herself. I sighed, going back upstairs to finish working on the transmutation circles.

I don't know how long it took us to get all the circles done—But we listened to more than half of my song selection. Which is a lot.

I looked up at Robyn, climbing down from my ladder.

She glanced at me, before her eyes widened considerably and burst out in hysterics.

"What is so funny?!" I demanded.

"Your face!" Is that supposed to be a stupid joke?

"What's that suppose to mean?!"

"Your face is covered in chalk!" Robyn replied still laughing, pointing at me trying to cover her face with her other hand.

"So is yours!" I snapped, running my sweater sleeve over my chin and forehead.

Robyn stopped laughing and looked at me pleadingly.

I sighed, "What now?!"

"We're supposed to be having fun!" She puffed out her cheeks childishly.

"So… I'm supposed to laugh at your face?" I inquired, cocking my head to the side.

"As long as I get to laugh at yours." She was smirking again.

I started giggling, and Robyn soon joined me.

"You still have chalk on your face." Robyn murmured, and I rubbed it again.

"Okay." I paused, letting out more laughter, "We're done." I stated, standing proudly over our arrays. Then an idea suddenly came to mind.

I grinned evilly. "I'm gonna go get something." I told Robyn slyly as I made my way towards the stairs.

"Oh shit." I heard Robyn swear behind me. "What are you doing?! And how much will it hurt me emotionally?!"

"You'll see~!" I answered in a sugar coated sing-song voice.

Only a moment later, I came back upstairs carrying a little tin dish and a knife.

Robyn glanced at the knife nervously. "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer. I set the dish in the center of our arrays and got down on my knees. I cut a thin line on my finger, grimacing as the blade cut through soft skin.

"What are you doing?!?!" Robyn demanded, outraged.

"I'm…Ow…Cutting my finger and putting blood in the dish just like in the first episode of FMA." I answered as I squeezed my finger to make blood come out faster.

"Well, I'm NOT doing that! No way in HELL am I gonna cut myself!!"

"Oh come on it doesn't hurt that much." I mocked.

"It will hurt when it gets infected!" Robyn snapped.

"Is that a bit of regret I'm sensing? Aren't you the one who wanted this to be more 'real' and 'life like'?" I grinned up at her, though it may have seemed I was looking down on her. She bristled in fear.

"S-SHUT UP!!"

I rolled my eyes and stood up. "It not gonna get infected. Now you're the one that came out with doing the circles all over, you're not gonna back out now, are you?"

"Yes!" She still seems a little upset, eh?

"So you're telling me this was all for nothing?" I demanded looking at her levelly; trying to keep a clear head.

Robyn reared back biting her lip, before she let out a long sigh, sagging her shoulders.

"Oh alright. But if it gets infected, YOU'RE paying for the hospital bill!"

"You're on Medicare; the government pays for your hospital bills." I said flatly, a little humor lurking in my tone.

Her face became blank. "Oh…eh heh, I guess that's right." She gave a ditzy smile.

I shrugged, laughing a little bit. "Here." I held out the handle of the knife at her.

She looked down at it nervously, before chuckling like someone who was about to die, "Y'know peer pressure isn't a good thing."

"You're stalling~!" I chorused. She whined stomping her feet.

"I don't wanna do it!" she cried.

"So you want me to do it?!" I snapped in a way a mother might to her annoying child who wouldn't take its medicine.

She nodded.

"`Kay. Give me your finger." I said holding my hand out so she could place her finger in my palm.

Robyn shakily placed her finger into my hand; I glanced up warily at her face. Damn, was she ever gonna get over this paranoid-about-everything-that-moves thing? I shook my head. I mentally prepared for the waterworks for when she saw her own blood.

As soon as I was about to pierce her skin her hand jerked away, making me lose my grasp.

I sighed. "Stop that." She said nothing but held it out again, now shaking so hard I had to hold it steadier than before—Which, again, was a lot. This girl was worse than my sisters.

I held her finger again, and once again it jerked away.

I sighed, frustration starting to get the better of me. "Do you mind?!"

I gripped the base of her finger harder so she couldn't move it. Robyn started whimpering.

"What now!!"

"I don't like seeing blood!" She wailed.

"I know that! And just keep your eyes closed if your gonna be this bad, will ya?"

She closed her eyes, tightly. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh god. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. Gonna die. I don't WANNA die!!" Robyn whimpered to herself.

"You're not gonna die." I snapped, pulling the knife out. Ew. Maybe her finger would fall off if she got sick from that…? Ha, that'd be funny.

"--Yes I am. 'Cause it's gonna get infected and then the doctors won't be able to fix it. Oh my god I could lose my finger. I don't wanna lose my finger!! What if you cut my finger off!! No!! My mom would kill me!! AHHH!!!" She was saying this with her eyes closed the whole time, just to let you know.

I stared up at her, sticking the knife away.

"…I'm done…"

Robyn peeked out of one eye to see that I was holding the dish over her finger to catch the blood.

She sighed exaggeratedly, letting her shoulders sag again.

I placed the tin dish back in the middle of the circle on the floor, shaking my head at her antics.

I looked back to Robyn; she was examining the thin cut on her index finger almost in childish curiosity.

"Let's get this started." Robyn said, walking over to me slowly, when she saw me watching her. Her voice seemed a little shaky from when I cut her finger. I internally shook my head again. She's such a drama queen… I turned back to the designs I was crouched next to. I felt almost like laughing at myself.

"Remember we need a clear vision of what we want." I said, giving a 'we are so retarded' smile in Robyn's direction, knowing that this wasn't gonna work.

Robyn shook her head with a laugh, "I know, I know, this was such a time consuming waste. But it was fun. Blood aside."

"You know that was the best part." I replied sarcastically. I dusted off my hands once more, "Let's go, eh?"

Robyn joined me on the floor; we nodded signaling for us to begin, smirking at each other.

I closed my eyes envisioning the gate—the one from the anime. I bet the manga nerd next to me was envisioning a different one. Idiot.

"Hey… Should we clap?" Robyn suddenly said, ruining my concentration. I sighed, still smirking.

"I don't care what you do. I'm hungry and would like to get this over with." I laughed.

"Okay~ Fine then!" She giggled and I closed my eyes, rethinking up the image of the gate.

I heard Robyn clap her hands as I clapped mine, following her humorous lead.

Mm… Time for spaghetti-O's—Wait, wha—?!

Light was flooding in through my eyelids, and I felt them as they flew open. But—All I saw was an intense light.

"Meow." Cleo howled, running up the stairs.

"What's going on?!" I shouted turning to Robyn, noticing that she was starting to fade away.

Soon I found myself being I engulfed in a bright white light. I turned to look behind me and saw my black cat disappear along with her persistent meowing. The white light was solid and I turned around to find myself looking a hug brown gate.

I was on my hands and knees; I stared dumbfounded at the huge door.

A huge, carved out, brown gate. Oaken, yet, almost not wood—maybe, metal—?

Impossible—!

And as information I never wanted to know flooded into my mind, I started to want the lonely white abyss back again.

A/N REMEMBER CLEO SHE'S IMPORTANT~~~!!

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