This is dedicated to one of my readers, class A daydreamer. Written as a request, I hope you like it! :3

"This looks like a transmutation circle, but that's impossible. No one in this world should know anything about alchemy! I guess it's worth a shot." Edward Elric placed his hands on the complex array drawn with chalk on the stone floor. Through the familiarity of it all, he almost thought it would work.

Nothing happened.

"I knew I was an idiot thinking something would happen." Edward stood up to leave, but a familiar feeling drew him back to the circle. "Maybe if I go about it the way I used to, something will happen." He held his hands apart, and quickly clapped them together, the familiar sound of metal meeting flesh piercing through the night. He slammed both hands quickly on the floor and felt power surge through him. Electricity filled the air and the immense power whipped through the room like a fierce wind.

A blinding light flashed.

"Truth! What gives? I thought I saw the last of you a year ago when I gave up alchemy!"

"Yeah, but it's so BORING now. I've decided to send you to a place to meet someone. It should be quite interesting."

". . . So, you want to torture me again because it's FUN?! I was right! You are a twisted sadist!"

"Hear me out. If you do this and provide enough amusement, you can have your gate."

"I bet you- wait, what?"

"Goodbye. I'm sending you and Al on your way!"

"Hold up! We're not fin-"

"BYE!" The gate closes before Ed could protest any more.

"Oh God... My head is killing me. Note to self: wear a helmet while doing alchemy in a run down building. Edward Elric brushed himself off and looked at the damage around him. Piles of rubble lay scattered everywhere and dust was still settling from the recent collapse. His breath caught when he saw a hand twitching, buried under some rocks.

"Shit! Someone got hurt!" He picked his way around the rubble and began to quickly dig the person out. A cough behind him caught his attention, and he turned around. "N-no way. Al, you're here."

Al ignored Edward and ran to where the hand was and started digging. Edward continued to stand there, frozen in shock

"Brother! You've got to help! This person is in trouble! ... And when did you change clothes?"

"Al, this is impossible, I watched you die in the crash! And you never called me your brother! Who are you? Why do you look like Alfonse?!" Edward was filled with sorrow, at the sight of his best friend, and rage. How dare someone dress like him!

"Alfonse?" Al was confused. "Ed, you must have hit your head harder than I thought. You aren't making any sense!" Edward was still standing there, studying the boy in front of him. He noted some minor differences, the eye color matched his own and this Alfonse seemed healthier, but not much healthier.

The sound of the rocks shifting caused both boys to turn around. The person buried under the rubble finally broke free. The three stared at each other. Then, hell broke out.