Donjusticia A/N: BA! DA! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Well welcome everyone to the Again 4Koma Theater fanfic! If you guys haven't already read Shimmering-Sky's FMA Brotherhood Fanfic, "Again," STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW AND GO READ IT! Otherwise you won't get any of the jokes I've worked so hard to create for your entertainment. This story will be updated each time a new chapter of "Again" is submitted (so it's basically my way of dangling a carrot in front of Shimmering-Sky to make sure she keeps writing.) Naturally, none of these skits are canon to the fanfic, but we hope that all you, our dear readers, find some enjoyment from a bit of light-hearted comedy. And so, without further ado, enjoy!

Again 4Koma Theater 1

Panel 1:

Blue lightning dances around him, but all Roy Mustang can think about is how much his hands hurt. This shouldn't be happening. He refused to transmute, and that should have been the end of it. Now the homunculi have a way to force someone to commit human transmutation?

The lightning grows in intensity. The transmutation is almost complete—and he can't do anything to stop it.

"Colonel!"

Roy's head snaps up in alarm at the sound of his lieutenant's voice. He sees her struggling against the chimera and the Xingese girl, trying to make it to his side. If she does—she'll get pulled into the transmutation too. He can't have that. Absolutely not. "Stay where you are, Lieutenant!" he orders, lifting his head up as high as he possibly can. "You can't fulfil our promise if you're dead!"

He sees her freeze, a look of realization on her face.

"Oh my gosh, Roy." Riza breathes, lowering her gun, "Are you talking about…that promise?"

"YES!" Roy screams, "Of course I am! Hurry! There's not much time!"

"Okay…just…just give me a moment to compose myself." Riza replies, wiping a sheen of sweat from her brow and straightening her hair. "Oh wow…this is really so sudden, Roy." She continues, blushing heavily. "I didn't expect you to bring this up now, especially not at a time like this."

"Wait…" Roy asks, voice trailing off with confusion, "…what are you talking about?"

"About the promise we made to each other." Riza replied. "Of course I'll fulfill it."

"Then why aren't you shooting me, dang it!?" Roy roars, while Pride and Wrath look on with confusion.

"Why the heck would I shoot you?" Riza asks, looking legitimately befuddled.

Roy blinks several times, trying to make sense of everything.

"Okay…let's make sure we're on the same page here." Roy slowly begins. "What promise are you talking about exactly?"

"The one we made to each other when we first met." Riza replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You know…before we both joined the military?"

Roy looks at Riza with a guilty expression on his face. "Uhm…remind me again?"

"YOU SAID WE'D GET MARRIED!" Riza shouts. "You'd give me your life if I gave you mine! Did you seriously forget that!? Really!? Why did you say you wanted me to honor my promise to you then!?"

"I was talking about you shooting me in the head if I started straying from the path!" Roy protested.

"Oh well maybe I will shoot you in the head, you baka!" Riza shouts back, acing Roy in the head before storming off.

"Wow…and people say I'm the embodiment of wrath." Fuhrer King Bradley exclaims, awestruck by Hawkeye's ruthlessness.

Panel 2:

He is alone in this place. Or at least, he thinks he is.

"Hello… al-che-mist."

Roy spins around in shock. Where at first he had only seen empty space, he can now see the dim outline of a male figure about the same size as him, crouching just a few feet away. The only feature the figure possesses is the outline of a mouth with grinning teeth—a smug and hungry-looking expression.

He backs away immediately, pressing against the stone gate.

"Why the sudden terror, al-che-mist?" the figure asks, not moving from its position. "Are you afraid of the truth?"

Roy blinks a couple of times.

"Uhm…no?" he replies. "But…I am kind of creeped-out by you."

"Whaaaaaaaaat!?" Truth asks, looking deeply offended, "Now why would I creep you out!? I'm a perfectly normal and nice guy."

"Uhhhhhhh, no you're not." Roy replies. "You're actually pretty weird, to be perfectly honest."

"Ugh! I so am NOT! And I can prove it!" Truth protests. "Hey Gate of Truth," Truth asks, addressing the gate behind Roy, "You don't think I'm weird, right?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh…do I have to answer that?" The gate of Truth asks.

"You know what, never mind." Truth replies, "I'll just take a poll on this."

"Take a poll on it?" Roy asks, more confused than ever.

"Well yeah." Truth replies with a shrug. "You see, in addition to being God, you, the physical embodiment of truth, and a gigantic pulsating nervous system of planet Earth shaped like a gigantic eyeball, I am also an embodiment of every living being who ever existed, so I figured I could just access the memories of everyone to get their opinions on this issue."

"…that's really weird." Roy replies after a long and uncomfortable pause. "Just admit it already Truth. You're really weird…and confusing."

Truth stares at him with a massive frown on his formless face.

"Imma throw you in my Eldritch Horror shadow hand tentacle portal now."

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrdoooooooooooooo!" Roy screams as the weird and twisted nightmare fuel hands pull him through the doorway.

Panel 3:

He feels his body fall to pieces, strip after strip of skin, muscle, and nerves peeling away like sheets of paper. The agony is enough to make him wish for unconsciousness or even death—but then, he sees something, swirling overhead in this vortex of knowledge. He reaches for it.

Looking back, there is no way Roy can ever explain to another person what he saw, and yet somehow understood.

He breaks the fourth wall.

He sees a Japanese woman doodling something that looked like a cow, along with small versions of Roy and many of his friends.

"What is this?!"

He sees a bunch of Japanese guys drawing pictures and working at computers in order to animate his series, lineart of himself and the characters he knows stacked in haphazard stacks next to cups of coffee!

"No! No it can't be true!" Roy protests, "Make it stop!"

He sees Funimation buying the rights to dub his series, Travis Willingham providing his voice for Roy, while his wife, Laura Bailey voices Lust.

"No! Impossible!" Roy gasps in horror, "I'm married to Lust IRL!? My greatest enemy!? No! It's too much! Please! No more truth! I can't take it anymore!"

But it doesn't stop. Roy only goes deeper into the truth.

He sees a teenage college girl badgering a dorky otaku boy to watch "FMA Brotherhood." He sees as said otaku falls in love with the series and both the college girl and otaku grow utterly INSANE with the desire to create some kind of stupid fanfic! And it gets even worse when the otaku decides to make some kind of ridiculous parody of said fanfic called "Again 4Koma Theater!"

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Roy Mustang exclaims in agony as he truly learns the ultimate truth of his ridiculous existence as a mere parody of a fanfic.

Panel 4:

"And so you begin to understand," Truth muses with a smile. "As of now, you have paid the toll for your involuntary transgression with a quick trip through the portal. You're free to return to your world at this point, but as you can see, there are now several gates in this room."

Roy looks about the room to see the many different gates that have appeared in the room.

"In door #1." Truth begins, putting on a top-hat and indicating the first door with a showman's flourish, "You can just go back and die, and let everyone else die, but you'll probably feel better about yourself because you won't have accepted any monkey paw gift."

"Uh huh…" Roy blinks. "And the other doors?"

"In door #2!" Truth continues, waltzing up to the next door, "We have the unlimited free power of time control, for only the small and vague price of something horrible and ironic in exchange!"

"Hmmm…sounds good, sounds good, not gonna lie." Roy muses. "And uhm…the third door?"

"And finally!" Truth concludes, waltzing up to the last door, "In door #3 we have…exactly the same world as the original anime series but…all the female officers are wearing tiny mini-skirts!"

"DOOR NUMBER THREE!" Roy shouts, leaping onto his feet and racing towards the door at breakneck speed! "DOOR NUMBER THREE, BABY! After all this time, my dream will finally be fulfilled!"

Shimmering-Sky's A/N: Excuse me while I go suffocate myself attempting not to laugh because I live in a dorm and it's like midnight where I live. Hats off to Donjusticia for creating this. *Buries face in hands and shakes while holding in the laughter*

Donjusticia A/N: You're welcome, Sky. You're welcome.