Roy and Ed were walking through a desert, who knows why, but they were.
Roy looked down at their feet, then back at Ed. He linked arms with the boy and began to skip. "WERE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD! THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ!" He sang.
Ed stopped, "What are you doing?
"Making the long walk more enjoyable..."
"No, you're not...your being out of character..." Ed said, hands on his hips.
"AM NOT! THIS IS NORMAL FOR ME!" Roy insisted.
Ed looked up at the sky, "HEY! AUTHOR! MAKE HIM MORE IN CHARACTER!"
At this point, Roy began to spin like a ballerina.
Ed sighed, and facepalmed, "DOES THE WIZARD OF OZ EVEN EXIST IN AMSTRIS! IF SO, HAS IT EVEN BEEN WRITEN YET! THINK THINGS THROUGH BEFORE YOU WRITE ABOUT THEM, DAMNIT!"
At this point in time, I fell from the sky and began to sob and cry, "I'M SORRY! I JUST GOT CAUGHT UP IN WRITING AND-"
"NO EXCUSES! YOU'VE MADE MY BOYFRIEND ACT LIKE A TOTAL IDIOT! I'M LEAVING THE STORY!" Ed yelled as he through down his script, which had been rolled up under his sleeve, and stomped away.
I sighed, "There..." I spoke to Roy, "He's sad, now go comfort him..."
Roy stopped spinning and looked at me, "He's not sad, he's actually pret-"
"I AM THE AUTHOR AND THE DEMANDING FANGIRL NOW GO FUCK YOUR BOYFRIEND AND LET ME WATCH!" I screamed at the black haired man.
Roy chases after Ed. They fucked, and I watched.
Oh dear lord, what the fuck did I just write…? DX