Disclaim: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Square Enix, Madman Entertainment, Viz Media, Chuang Yi, Revelation Films, Studio Bones, Monthly Shonen, Makoto Inoue, and well a lot of people but most importantly it belongs to our hero Hiromu Arakawa. The original characters found in this script are the only thing we own, besides the text and original plot. This is purely fan made and is not in any way shape or form an attempt to slander any of the people or companies listed. This work was written for entertainment purposes for the reader and mostly the authors themselves.

"Y-yes, I-I am almost done now," the man said to himself, scribbling quickly on the floor with white artist chalk. The room was dimly lit but the outline of furniture was clear enough for one to identify them. There was a large wooden work desk with piles of opening books stacked atop one another, each with a dozen bookmarked pages. Along with the books there seemed to be a number of individual pages scattered around, all with scribbles that meant nothing to any normal person. Though his hand writing was chicken scratch, the drawings on the papers looked professional. That may have explained the array of artist tool that went along with the mess. Besides the desk, there was a bookshelf with even more poorly stacked books, a pile of dishes from late night dinners spent in the study, a coat rack with a brown paper boy hat accompanied by a thin grey coat, and a mess of other knickknacks were around the room. The jacket was most interesting for from its pocket hung a chain, the chain of a silver pocket watch, which told that the man obsessively scribbling on the floor was a state alchemist.

Outside night had fallen and the pouring rain was pounding on the roof unmercifully. Thunder clapped and a moment later lightning danced across the black sky, filling the study with bright light thanks to the small lonely window. The man's drawing on the floor was visible for a split second. It was a complex transmutation circle. "C-complete," the man muttered standing up. Now on his feet, it was apparent that he was short in stature. He adjusted his large red rimmed glassed and tucked a lock of his short messy dirty blond hair behind his ear, all in one motion. The sound of pounding rain was suddenly accompanied with the sound of someone pounding on his front door.

"Dr. Parry Vautour! Your state alchemist title, 'The Dimensions Alchemist,' has been abolished due to certain standards in your state contract that you have neglected! You're being stripped of all your authority and, under the order of Führer King Bradley, being evicted from your living courter which is property of the state!" Roy shouted from outside the doctor's door, standing in the pouring rain with his men at the ready. Vautour had been giving Roy trouble for quite awhile now and it was finally time for him to sack the doctor.

"I-I-I-I-I," Parry stuttered, his eyes widening as his head whipped around at the sound of Mustang's angry voice. God, that man scared him. "I-I'll be th-there in a moment," Parry shouted back as he scrambled to get things in place. He was going to do this! He had to! His entire life's work had boiled down to this one moment. Parry wasn't going to let anyone wreck it for him! He ran through the doors that lead to his bedroom and make shift kitchen. The doctor ignored the hammering at his front door as he ran to the crib that was at the far wall. He dipped his hands into the crib and pulled out a bundle of blankets.

"Sir, I hear a child inside," Jean said to his commanding officer. Roy listened carefully. Through the rain, he could hear the crying of a baby. His eyes narrowed. "Open this door. I want that child safe in my custody and that quack arrested in five minutes," Roy shouted to his men.

"Shh, Roxanne," Dr. Vautour whispered sweetly to the sobbing child as he softly rocked her in his arms. He went back to the other room and another rumble of thunder, paired with lightening, broke through the night air. Roxanne let out another loud cry. "It's ok d-dear," Parry said, kneeling down on the ground and placing the baby girl in the middle of the transmutation circle. She continued to cry. "Shh, look its Mr. Yellow," the doctor said in a cute voice as he conjured a yellow toy bunny from behind his back. "Don't cry any more Roxy, or you'll make me sad too," Parry said as he made the stuffed animal dance back and forth. "Eh," Roxanne pouted as she reached out for the toy. "There you go," Parry sighed as he handed the girl the bunny. The pounding of the door was getting louder as the men outside tried to break the door down. Vautour continued quickly. "I-I'm s-sorry Roxanne," the doctor said with a strained voice, almost chocking on his words. He laid his hands down at the edge of the circle. The air around him seemed to pulse as the room exploded with alchemic glow and the circle was activated.

Roy's eyes grew wide when he saw the glow from inside. "Move!" Roy shoved the men out of the way of the door as he slipped on a dry glove. The door exploded in flames and he marched through the now open passage. The glow dimmed just as he grabbed a hold of the handle to the study. "Damn it," he cursed, knowing he was too late.

The next thing he knew, Parry found himself in an empty white space. The doctor stood, knowing exactly where he was. "I-it's just as F-fullmetal expl-pl-plained," he stammered as he spun around. He laughed with excitement as The Gate appeared before him. With his arms stretched out, he went to examine The Gate but just as was about to touch it, it swung into itself. "Y-yes! Look Roxanne!" His eyes and smile were wide, making him look crazed with excitement. "I-I'm going to re-reach out and pu-pull another being out from th-the other side! An in-inhabitance f-from the other s-s-side! Th-the other dimension!" He plunged his arms into the darkness.

Roy and his men burst into the room. Parry was sitting on the ground, his body propped up against the wall. The doctor was painted crimson. The crying of Roxanne reassured it wasn't the child's blood but one look at the man and you could tell it was his own. From his elbows down, both of Parry's arms were gone. Roy turned to inspect, what looked like, two extra bodies that were lying in the center of the circle.

On closer inspection, he realized that the bodies were two girls dressed in odd clothes resembling a pants and shirt ensemble. One of them had shoulder length red hair and the other had brown hair that stopped a little past her ears. Mustang turned back to the Dimensions Alchemist, who was wearing an insane grin.

"I-I did it. I did it. I r-really did it," he kept whispering.

"Who are they Parry," Mustang questioned, pointing towards the bodies on the floor.

"Th-they are girls f-from another di-dimension. One th-that's p-p-parallel to ours. Those g-girls are from be-beyond the gate." Parry replied laughing.

"Men, take him out of here and lock him up." Several men walked cautiously over to the insane alchemist as Mustang looked at him disgustedly. The men carefully picked the alchemist up and left the house.

"Lt. Hawkeye, what's the status on the girls and the baby?"

"The baby is just fine and the girls appear to only be unconscious, but otherwise alright." She replied picking up the child, attempting to calm her down.

"Good." Mustang walked over towards the girls on the floor. He bent down and swung the one with brown hair into his arms. "Havoc, grab the other girl. We're taking them with us back to headquarters." He turned to leave as something in the corner of the alchemical circle caught his attention. He tried to make out what it was, but it was too dark.

"Falman, there's an object on the edge of the circle. Grab it and bring it here."

"Yes sir." Falman walked over to the object as instructed and picked it up. A puzzling and slightly disgusted look appeared on his face. He walked back over to his commanding officer holding the object as far away from him as possible. As he came closer, the colonel was able to get a good look at the thing.

"Falman, what is that thing?" Mustang asked, his head cocked to the side curiously.

"It appears to be a bag in the shape of a bat sir."

"Right. Well, bring let's bring it with us. It might belong to one of these two girls." With that being said, the colonel turned towards the door and walked outside, the others following him in a small procession, all the way to headquarters carrying two girls from a different dimension, an innocent baby used in a human transmutation, and an odd bat shaped pack.

~oOo~

They walked into Mustang's office and started to set what they had brought down. Roy placed the brown haired girl down on one sofa and Havoc placed the redhead on the other. Riza sat down with the baby in her arms, sleeping peacefully. Falman stood there holding the bat-pack as far from him as possible, wondering what to do with it. After making sure that the girls were comfortable and weren't in any danger of falling off of the sofas, Roy turned around.

"Falman, please hand me that thing." He opened his hand to receive the pack. Falman quickly walked over to him, happily placing the bat-pack into his colonel's open hand, and sat down at his desk. Roy went up to his desk and started examining the pack. It was fuzzy, had small chocolate brown eyes, and two pointy ears on top of its head. He turned it around to see two straps that would be used to carry it and a zipper with a small card attached. He pulled the zipper down and saw that the inside of it was white and contained small items. A pen, what looked like two pencils except mechanical, a small container that had thin cylinder like items in them, a rectangle shaped piece of technology attached to a red and black cloth necklace, an eraser that had many different and odd names tattooed into it, a green stone and a small silver bead attached to blue yarn, three small circular coins that he assumed was a form of currency, and a small tube of orange flavored chap stick.

"What did you find in it sir?" Havoc asked, sitting backwards on his chair, his cigarette hanging slightly out of his mouth.

"Some weird things. Let's just leave it at that." He turned the bat-pack back around so that the front was facing him. "Now what should I do with this? I think I'll burn it." He set it down on the desk and held up his hands when suddenly a small yet heavy paperweight hit him in the head and knocks him to the ground.

"Don't you DARE hurt Elric. I will murder you if you even try to do that again. Do you hear me, Roy?" Everyone turned to see the girl with the red hair standing up with fire in her eyes. She stalked over to the desk and went to pick up the bat-pack when she saw all the items on the desk. "You went through him as well! Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's not nice to go through someone's guts," she hissed narrowing her eyes at the stunned and floored colonel. She gathered up the items and put them back into the bat, zipping it up. She held it away from her and inspected it. "There now Elric. All your intestines are back in place." She crooned at it, smiling. She turned back to the sofa and sat down, staring at the girl across from her.

The others looked around at each other as Mustang slowly stood up. This girl might be just as insane as the alchemist who brought her here. On top of that, she apparently knew the colonel's name and she called the bat Elric. Did she know the Elric brothers as well?

"Um….Who are you?" Havoc asked calmly as to not raise the girl's wrath against him.

"My name is Katie and the girl across from me is Sarah."

Author's Notes-

WishesIWasHuman: Dear heavenly father forgive your child for I think I may have sinned. I'm not really sure. I was the one who asked Kit-Kat-Kitsune to write this RP with me. It was not until it was too late that I realized what I had gotten myself into. "I have just agreed to write a Fullmetal Alchemist self-insert RP with Kit-Kat." That was what I was thinking to myself. I feared the monster that I was sure was about to be created but I found that it wasn't so bad (definitely not my best writing) and I even took pleasure in writing this. Yes, the characters have their OOC moments but what fan fiction doesn't? I did my best not to make the OCs Mary-Sue. The only way I will know if I have created a monster is if I release it onto the web. Have mercy. Amen

–Wishes.

Kit-Kat-Kitsune: Ok, first off, in response to what Wishes so kindly said up above, I'M DOING MY BEST! This is my first RP and I would like to think that for my first one, it's going pretty well. I know that I have other fanfics that I have neglected and since I've been working hard on this with Wishes, I'm going to pick those back up. I know that if I'm not careful that my character will easily turn into a Mary-Sue, so I've been trying to make sure that it didn't happen. I hope that everyone who reads this enjoys it.

~Kit-Kat

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