Title: Milk
Author: fullmoon'11
Summary: Edward really hated milk.
A/N: Two stories in two days? Impossible! Yeh, I've just done the impossible.
He searched desperately for a way out of this situation. One way, anything that he could use as an excuse to get out of here.
"Al! Al, come help me!" he called, voice laced with fear at the thought of the mess they had gotten themselves into.
"No can do, Brother," Al responded dejectedly. "She's got me too."
"Shit! How the hell did it come to this?"
Winry's scream and Granny Pinako's yell. "Shit, Al, I need to get out of here!"
"But Brother, you're leashed to the bed."
"Wait, what?"
And indeed, there was a short, sturdy rope keeping him tied to the bedpost. Beside him, Al - the seven foot tall armor, that is - was trussed up with rope that was tied with an extravagant butterfly bow.
The tray on the bedside table was menacing.
"Edward Elric." The disembodied voice echoed through the room.
"HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH IT'S A DAMN GHOST HELP ME AL IT'S GOING TO HAUNT ME!"
Al sighed. "This is my brother?"
Ed continue to shriek, sounding like a boiling kettle.
"For goodness sake, Brother, it's only Winry!"
"That makes it worse!"
"Drink your milk." Winry said, leveling Ed with a stern look.
"No."
"Drink your milk! Or you'll never get untied." Winry glared at Al as he shifted. "And as for you, don't even think of helping him."
Al didn't move a muscle.
"I hate milk."
A wrench to the head, and all Ed saw was black.
When he came to, the milk was still there.
Damn milk.
I tried to make it funny but I think I failed. I'm more suited to black humor, anyways.
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