Disclaimer: I own neither "Fullmetal Alchemist" (series/movie), nor Fullmetal Alchemist (manga) – English, you have ruined my enjoyment of books and movies by making me too analytical – Arakawa Hiromu does. I merely take the pre-made characters and give them my own scenario.
Warning: Completely OOC.
"Pretend" by Dailenna
A figure sat, hunched over a computer, typing away furiously. His fingers clicked noisily on the keyboard keys, and for a moment he paused, and looked around. The room about him was lit by one small light, but besides that light, and the shine off the computer screen, the room was in essence dark. Not just because it was night-time outside, but also because of the relative emptiness of it.
The man turned back to his past three weeks' effort of writing. He had been working on this since the last of his sisters had yawned her way off to bed – he didn't like them knowing what he was writing because it embarrassed him. They would tease him to no end if they saw his sappy writing style. Not to mention the content of his writing.
He had finished it. He paused over the 'save' button before clicking it and storing it several sub-folders away from 'My Documents'. He had been over and edited it several times, and had just added a few more sentences to make it perfect, but now it was time. He was no longer going to be a down-trodden teen, but he would raise up his name and show those school bullies who was king! In his imagination, at least.
He had found the site he was looking for on the net, and it would be the perfect place for him to start changing his image. He was registered, and he'd filled out the title of his story and the description and the category, all that was left was to submit the document itself.
With bated breath, he finally clicked 'Submit'.
What?
Error?
"I'm sorry, we're too busy to process your request currently. Please try again at another time."
He slumped. Maybe he should come back later. But he'd been working so hard and thought that it was now that he'd conquer all of his dreams! He closed all of the windows open on the computer and shut it off.
He'd have to wait until another day before he could pretend he was that successful Colonel with men rallying under his command. Young Roy Mustang turned off the light and waddled off to bed.