"Envy. The ultimate form of jealousy and desire for what others have. I knew someone who went by that name once, in a former life. He was the epitome of Envy, desire and craving for what he didn't have, and I could almost call him mine." I wrote as the intro to my fanfiction that was inspired by one of the villains from an anime I recently finished, again.
Dean walked in and noticed my lack of response to his arrival, clearing his throat and still getting no answer as I continued to mutter my story. That was when he decided to make things fun, for him. Dean snuck around me until he was standing right behind my chair, a pause to fill his lungs silently, before he wailed right in my ear! I screamed, standing and swinging my elbow behind me on instinct to push whatever scared the hell out of me away and hoping to break something in the process. Dean caught it with ease from years of experience and lessons learned, trying to assure me that I wasn't in any real danger.
"Dean?" I asked, staring wildly at my older surrogate brother.
"You're always at your weakest when you're writing, you know that right?" He asked, glancing over at the notebook on the main table in the front hall of our bunker that we call home. I just glared at him as I calmed my rapidly beating heart and snatched my notebook from under his gaze. "Anime again huh? Is that Fullmetal?" Dean continued.
"Yeah, I finished rewatching it today." I told him plainly, a sharp edge to my tone.
"Jeez, you don't have to bite my head off. It was just a question. Speaking of, where's Sam?" Dean asked.
"He went out to get food, since the fridge is barren or filled with days old, half eaten, burgers and beers." I glared at him since we both knew that it was all his things.
"Yeah, whatever, I have something even cooler for you to check out." He said, brushing off my teenage attitude despite being in my late thirties. Yes I still watch anime, yes I am an adult and a Hunter, no I don't care. Anime helps with coping with all of the B.S. in our lives.
"Dean, you didn't actually setup that stripper room in the dungeon, did you?" I asked wearily as I held my notebook at my side.
"Haha, no, not yet. This for right now is even better." Dean almost cheered as he led me, I could swear he was resisting the urge to skip. I finally smiled at his contagious energy while I followed him to this secret yet exciting location inside our barely dreary bunker. Dean finally stopped abruptly and spun around, clapping his hands over my eyes.
"Dean! What the hell man?" I blurted in alarm, trying to get his hands off.
"Uh-huh, this is a surprise." He laughed as I pouted from my failed half-hearted attempt. I sighed and relented with a nod. That led Dean to guide me with his hands into a door that opened with a gentle nudge. A short awkward waddle later and his hands were gone and he was cheering "Ta-da" behind me.
Before my eyes was a huge flat screen T.V. resting on a stocked stand with gaming systems and corresponding games. In front of that were two Laz-E Boy recliners with an end table between them and a bean bag in front of it. Further scanning the room revealed a Foosball table, semi-filled bookshelves with magazines, skin mags, and; "Is that some of my manga?" I asked. It was my complete Naruto collection!
"Hey, I like that series, but welcome! To The Dean Cave, or Fortress of Dean-itude, still working on the title." Dean declared, "We have a Jukebox, vinyl only of course, double Laz-E Boy recliners and a bean bag chair for you. Then there is of course, the bar. It's still a work in progress, maybe add some of your secret stash that you never drink there so that it might actually serve its purpose. I'm also adding a Keg-or-ater because of obvious reasons. Now finally! The crown jewel of the whole room!" Dean cheered as he picked up the remote and went to turn on the T.V.
"Okay Dean, just two seconds before you do that." I interjected, reaching out and taking the remote from him, "When did you even have time to do this, between trying to get Mom and everyone back and dealing with all of the nonsense in our own world?"
"Little sis, when it's important; you make time, it's even got a Chromecast." Was Deans answer when we heard Sam shout out for us about food. "I'm going to go get Sam and the food. Try to hide or something." He added cheerily before setting off at a semi-normal walk.
'Hiding? Not my thing bro.' I thought as I sat down on my bean bag chair after pulling my phone out and turning the T.V. on as a form of revenge for the scare. I noticed my Netflix popped up with the casting icon available. 'So Dean got a chromecast? I bet he doesn't even know what that is!' I smiled devilishly as I put on FMA:B, probably somewhere before the colonel captured Gluttony.
That was when the T.V. started crackling with purple interference and next thing I know, purple lighting is shooting out for me! I didn't even have time to scream before I was falling backwards, no longer supported by my chair on the floor. I did let out a little squeak at the fall and groaned as my head hit the ground too. Where I was is shadowy but above the walls of the buildings around me I could see bright daylight. The walls looked weird though...they looked...animated? 'I must have hit head pretty hard when I fell.' I thought as I rocked up to sit on my butt.
I screamed fully when I saw that I was animated! My long dark brown ponytail was spilling over my shoulder and my clothes looked just the same, the only difference was my notebook! Even though I could tell what I had written was still there, it was almost blurred out like most unimportant literature in an anime! "What the hell?! I'm in an anime?!" I shouted out loud assuming no one could hear.
'Okay, okay, calm down Quinn. Your lifelong dream to be in an anime is finally coming true. Now, we just need to calm down and think! Recognize the art style to tell us which anime we are in.' I told myself, falling back onto my multiple terms to help me imagine there are more me's to bounce ideas off of. 'Okay, so the first clue is the art style because this looks just like the FMA:B world! But what are the odds of that? Then again, I was casting Brotherhood to the T.V. when the purple lightning struck. Could it be?' I asked myself as all those thoughts had overlapped each other into one quick realization.
I stood up quickly and ran to one end of the alley just in time to watch Lin Yao carrying Lan Fan over his shoulder arguing over her life being worthless to him or not from the other end. 'Holy shit...this is Brotherhood. They're going to capture Gluttony, Alphonse is fighting Scar and wrath is hunting them down as we...speak…' I froze everything when a shadow crossed over me. My luck got even worse when the purple lightning filled the alley, looking like the alchemy lightning, rising up from the ground and everything!
I spun on my heel and saw Sam and Dean on their backs griping in pain. "What the hell just happened Dean?" Sam asked while sitting upright.
"I don't know Sam, maybe we AHHHH!" Dean screamed at the sight of himself as did Sam. I ran down the alleyway, grabbed both of them and started tugging. "We can freak out later! We HAVE to go! NOW!" I whisper-yelled in my state of panic. 'I know who it was I just saw and I KNOW that the purple lightning will attract HIS attention. We cannot let HIM find us and take us into custody otherwise we'll never know what the hell dragged us here!' I scream internally.
So we ran, I pulled them along to the sound of explosions. "Quinn! What's going on? Why are we running?" Dean was asking as we made it to a railyard.
"And WHY are we running TOWARDS the explosions?" Sam added, my death grip on their arms never letting up.
"Trust me, you want to go to this firecracker." Was all I could think to say while looking for any hint that I was close to where I want us to be. There was suddenly a burst of electricity and a man and a suit of armor dropped down from the water tower near us, water dowsing the tanned man.
"Brother saved my life with alchemy." I heard the armor say and those were the words that I needed to hear. Those were the only words I needed to be starry-eyed, literally, and lose all focus on the fact that this was now my reality and not an episode on a screen. But my brain was so excited and forgot about everyone around me and just watched until the tan man, Scar, stuck his right arm into the stream of water and a giant steam cloud exploded!
"Quinn! Come on! We need to get away from here!" Sam shouted, trying to pull me away from the scene.
"No!" I dug my heels in the ground and yanked my arm out of his vice grip. "We need to be here! Trust me, our allies in this series are here and coming here and I know how to talk to them to explain our situation."
"We don't even know our situation! What the hell makes you think that whoever you're expecting to help, will?" Dean shouted as more shouting came from the otherside of the railyard.
"Because they will be too fascinated in the way that I tell them about our situation to let us go unprotected at this point in time. Dean, we are in Fullmetal Alchemist; Brotherhood. That is Scar, Alphonse and Edward over there. Ling is going to show up right after Gluttoney does…" My enthusiastic explanation tapered off when I realized my own words as a shadow soared over us. That shadow was quickly followed by a shout and another explosion.
"Shit we gotta move!" I told them as I sprinted back to the where we were and then, over to Scar and the other characters. Gluttoney was regenerating slowly and Ling took this time to wrap him in the metal cable that Ed had made for him. "Huh? Who are you guys?" I heard Ed ask at the sight of us, but I had to move as Lt. Hawkeye came zooming by, gun firing.
"No time! You guys need to get out of here! Now!" I shouted as I jumped into the backseat with Ling and Gluttoney, Dean following me and Sam getting in the passenger seat.
"Riza, I promise to explain everything but we need to get out of here!" I whispered into her ear as she pointed a gun at Sam who was hands up! She paused for a second before seeing the other guards coming and kicking it into high gear out of the area. "You will have a few minutes to make me believe that you can be trusted." I heard Hawkeye say as we rounded out onto public streets.