Darkmoon: Yo, Mina! Hello everyone! Welcome to my first FMA fanfic. I actually had several ideas based on the cliché "FMA fan gets sucked into the series" plot to try out and see if I could make it different, but I decided the best way would be to use an OC that is not based on me in any way- she's based on my sister. The reason for this? I hate being put into awkward situations. I hate watching my friends in awkward situations. I enjoy watching my sister get put into awkward situations. And, in a fic like this, there will be awkward situations galore. Another thing that will make this fun is that my sister knows nothing about Fullmetal Alchemist, other than the tiny miniskirts line and an episode I tried to show her, which gave her nightmares the rest of the night. I'm going to have fun writing as a twelve year old. Hehe… Anyways, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, the characters in it, or an actual computer. I'm doing this on a suck-ish, lagging laptop that is full of glitches.

~~NMT~~

Anime?

Yuck!

Justin Bieber?

Heck YES!

At least, that's what I always thought before all that crazy stuff happened. After all, among the awesomest(1) kids at school, this was the general opinion. We sixth graders have our priorities in order, you know?

My name is Katie Whitmer, and I am the total opposite of my older sister, Rae. She has thick curly dark-blonde hair. Mine is thin, light-brown, and straight. She's really tall, almost 5' 9". I'm stuck at an even 5 feet. She loves Japan, and video games, and a show with some Fullmetal-something. I am- or was- a dedicated follower of Hannah Montana, and hoped to make Zac Efron my future husband!

Because of this, we hated each others' guts. Nah, that's a little extreme. More like… we were sworn enemies. No, that's still too much. …Rivals? That's not good enough. Anyways, we didn't like each other, and that was that. The only people I could count on were my super-amazing friends!

…Or so I thought.

"Amanda? What the heck is that?"

The redheaded girl looked up from the book she was reading. "What's what?"

I pointed at the book in her hand. "That… evil thing of… violence and swearing!"

Amanda glanced down at it. "Fullmetal Alchemist?" She grinned at me. "I caught a glimpse of my brother watching an episode on one of his DVDs, I decided to watch with him." Her grin became even wider. "I totally fell in love with Ed! He's so tiny and cu~ute!" She squealed in delight. I hated that squeal. "Don't ever tell him I said that! He's so sensitive about his height."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I wouldn't tell him. He doesn't exist." I sighed and sat down to eat my stupid packed lunch. I wished I could buy a school lunch, but my mom always said no, that there was no need to spend extra money on a lunch we already had. I glanced at my former friend- former, since I refused to associate myself with someone who actually liked that violent show. What is this world coming to? I wondered, not for the first time.

~~NMT~~

I arrived home after my sister, whose high school let out earlier than my middle school. "Where's Mom?" I asked, my traditional replacement for an "I'm home."

Rae looked up at me from her notebook. "Not sure. Think she was going t' go shopping." (2)

I grimaced internally at her accent. Why couldn't she say "to go," instead of "t' go?" "You sure you don't know where she is?"

"Yeah, 'm sure," She looked back down at her notebook and began to move her pencil back and forth. I realized it wasn't homework.

"Are you drawing?"

She smiled and held up her drawing… of some kid with evil eyes and weird shadowy thingies around him with lots more eyes- and teeth. "I'm drawing Pride! What d'you think?"

"…I don't know what to think. I don't even know who the heck he is!"

"He's 'n evil little boy from Fullmetal Alchemi-"

I quickly covered my ears and walked away into the office. I would have to drown her out with her least favorite song- Party in the USA, straight from the computer. I took out my cell-phone for a moment, texted someone back- I wasn't too sure who it was, since I had so many contacts- and put it back in my pocket. I was so glad that Dad had given me a cell phone!

I grabbed the computer mouse and jostled it, bringing the screen to life. I expected the creepy wallpaper of the black-haired guy with a ponytail and purpley eyes with a gray hand and red tattoo of a dragon-thing to pop up, that Sister Dearest loved oh-so-much.

I didn't expect the picture I saw. It looked like some sort of pure white room, with some freaky gray door, and some white… person… thing in front of it. "Nice new wallpaper, Rae," I called into the other room.

"What?" Rae sounded confused. "What d'you mean?"

"On the computer."

"I didn't change the wallpaper, Kate."

Now I was freaked out. The white of the picture was starting to seep into my vision. I wanted to blink to clear my vision, but there was something… hypnotic about it. I couldn't look away. Come on! Its just a computer screen! Just turn your head and-

When I finally managed to wrench my head around, I groaned as I realized that the whiteness must have spread into my vision so much that I was still seeing. "Great. Now I'm blind!"

"Are you, really? If not, I'm sure that could be arranged."

I froze at the voice. That was definitely not Rae. I whirled around to see what looked like a life-sized version of that wallpaper, now in front of me. I couldn't help but stare. Was it just me, or did that person seem to be shaped like me? Wait- of course it was just me. I was the only one there at the time.

"Why so quiet, Child? Do you think yourself unable to speak, as well?"

"Uh…" I had no idea how to answer this person… or thing… or was it a ghost? "What the heck are you?"

I thought I saw a smile on its face. "So you can speak after all! Well, to answer your question, I am called by many names. I'm the world! I'm the universe! I am God! I am Truth! I am all! I am one! And most importantly, I am also," It lifted a hand to point at me, "You."

The door opened suddenly, and I screamed as I saw the colorless eye inside. What was that creepy laughing sound I was hearing, now? And those freaky tentacle-hand things? Said hands were starting to wrap around me and drag me towards the door. Frantically, I tried to pull them off, but more began grabbing at my arms as well. "St-stop! Let go!" I shrieked

"Come now. There's no reason to struggle. All will be made apparent to you in due time."

I was dragged in, and the door slammed shut.

~~NMT~~

(1) She's a twelve year old. It's in her nature to make up fake words

(2) I recently realized that, at least to my own ears, I really talk like that. Ugh! I sound like a hick!