Disclaimer: We no ownz. Star: If I did I'd be pretty happy….. If I owned Ed at least… By the way, we're both real people. Molly: If I owned FMA I'd sell it!
I'm walking in Central with my sister, Molly, who is at the moment a mannequin. Why you ask, we'll get to that later. A person catches my eye. It's a man wearing a brown suit. HOLY CRAP! He looks like a palm tree! The man looks at us. I almost think I recognize him from somewhere, but I can't put my finger on where. "Why does he look like a palm tree? And why's he staring at us?" Molly asks me. "I dunno, but if he does anything I'll char him." I say. He's probably just a pervert like Mustang.
The man starts to walk toward us. "He's coming towards us." Molly says. Thank you Captain Obvious, like I didn't notice already. He reaches us and looks at me. He creepily gets up in my face and says, "I like your outfit." My eye twitches and I pound his head so hard that his head hits the sidewalk. While he's down he says, "She's feisty, I like feisty." "Uh, uh, Sister?" Molly says. He's just lucky that I'm not jumping on his head. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" I yell to the perverted palm tree.
When I had hit the man, I had made a small crack in his head. I watched as the crack sealed like nothing had happened. I freeze. That's not human. Molly and I look at each other simultaneously. "I think we should run." Molly says, yet again being Captain Obvious. "Now that wasn't being very nice." The man says, smiling like a creeper. He grabs my arm, hurting one of the many scars all over my body. I wince and snap my fingers. The man yells and releases me. He glares and says in a very feminine voice, "You're going to pay for that."