The Infiltration of the Sues

Yup, I've finally done it.

Type A- Anna; Self insert.

Sue-ness- 6/10

Originality- 3/10

Greatest weapon- Inexplicable knowledge of canon character weaknesses, plotlines and history.

Anna Thomson sat at her laptop, glancing dully over her most recent Full-metal story. It was strange; when she was writing the things, they seemed bright, fast-paced and funny, but she went to proof-read them and they were boring, disjointed and painfully forced. With one last impatient sigh, she slammed the screen shut, suddenly not bothered with it anymore.

She flopped down onto her bed, her uninspired gaze directed at her dusty window. She vaguely noted the fullness of the moon, and the rare clearness of the night sky, but this beauty was lost on her; she was once again lost in the world of her jumbled OC plotlines. She closed her eyes, then drew in a large breath. She felt so bleary all of a sudden, although that wasn't particularly surprising seeing as it was nearing midnight. The grandfather clock in the hall chimed, breaking smoothly through the foggy haze of her thoughts.

As her last fleeting moments of consciousness slipped away from her, one final thought tugged at the recesses of her mind; If only I were in the show, I'd know how my story would go.

Anna slipped into what she had assumed was a deep slumber, but in reality, she was falling unconscious at the force of being dragged unwittingly into the Gate of Truth. So, clearly, she also assumed when she awoke at the Gate, this was some fanciful dream her mind had conjured up to entertain itself. How wrong she was.

"You. Girl." A rasping voice sounded. Anna jumped, spinning round to find the owner of the intruding voice. The pale outline of a person stood before her, a young girl with her age and build, by the looks of it.

"Yo." She answered coolly. The person grinned.

"What's wrong, Annabelle? Don't you recognise me? After all the times you've wished to meet me, this is how you greet the one who shall allow your wildest dreams to come to fruition?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get on with it, and let me get back to my good dreams." She muttered, rolling her eyes. This only seemed to amuse the creature, as its grin grew larger, to point where it seemed to envelop its entire face.

"Very well, you arrogant child. I shall indeed allow you to return to your 'good dreams', and I will even be so generous as to allow you to experience them as you have never before. However, be warned, Annabelle, it will come at a cost. Equivalent exchange, a rule I'm sure you're familiar with by now; your dreams of tomorrow...for the memories of yesterday."

Before the bemused girl could so much as utter a single word, the enormous doors behind the creatures swung smoothly open, revealing a vast, cold eye, glaring unseeingly through her, surrounded by a mass of squirming, winding hands. They reached for her, wrapping around her and grasping frantically at her flailing limbs. She felt herself being dragged past the person who didn't even flinch at her desperate screams for help. Just before she was plunged into the eternal abyss, she saw as the creature began to fade, and without so much as glancing at her, it whispered one last sentence, before her vision faded like the flame of a dying candle.

"Sweet dreams, Annabelle."

...

Anna awoke, dusty and bruised, in the shade of a lone oak tree. Squinting, she brought herself groggily to her feet. She was completely alone. She took a few cautious steps forward, drinking in the scenery around her; it all seemed so familiar...but from where?

"Hey, you! Yeah, you!" A rough voice called out. She spun, so quickly she lost her balance, falling forward. She braced herself... but was caught by two strong, large hands. She blinked, searching for her saviour's face- but was met with a rather plain view of some branches. So maybe those weren't hands, then...

She untangled herself from the bushes with only a little difficulty, all the while being watched by a young blond man, with long hair tied back in a ponytail, a sceptical expression on his face.

"Um...H-hello," She began, taking another step forward. The man only nodded.

A pregnant pause ensued.

Eventually the man grew exasperated. "What are you doing here, girl?"

Anna gave him a shy smile. "I don't know. I just woke up here and I don't even know where I am. I'm so confused; please, can you help me?" The man rolled his eyes.

"Listen, I'm sick and tired of you people showing up, every morning, asking us for "help". For the last time, YOU WON'T BE GETTING ANY MONEY FROM THIS HOUSEHOLD. Not a single cenz. I don't know what my brother's been telling you all, but-"

"Brother! What are you doing to that poor girl?"

Anna whisked around, looking for the newcomer. She quickly spotted him, another young blond man, similar to the first, but with short, cropped hair, running swiftly towards them. The first man sighed, resting his head in his hand.

"Not now, Al." He muttered. The second man, presumably 'Al' arrived, panting slightly.

"Ed, what have you been saying to her?"

'Ed' turned to Al, petulantly glaring at him. "Dammit, Al, can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?"

Anna glanced between the two men, suddenly feeling very out of place. As if she wasn't already.

"Oh? And what's that?" Al asked, crossing his arms.

Ed's eyes suddenly grew wide. He hadn't been prepared to actually explain what that something was!

"Umm...ah...None of your business. What's it to you, anyway?" He said. Al scoffed.

"I thought that was obvious. This girl here-"

"ENOUGH!" Anna cried. "Damn, for brothers, you two argue a hell of a lot. Especially seeing how much you've gone through for each other."

There was a long, surprised pause.

"Wait. How did you know that we're brothers?" Ed asked slowly.

"Not to mention, how do you know what we've been through?" Al added.

Anna sat down. "Of course I know. You two have been my idols since I was ten years old. And Winry. And Mei. And Pinako. And Armstrong. Oh, and Mustang. And Riza. Or is it Liza?" She contemplated quietly.

Little did she know, during her long and rambled list of her 'idols', the two brothers had backed away, and were now making a mad dash for the safety of their house. Hey, hanging out with a deluded stalker didn't appeal to them that much, to Anna's great dismay.

Edward reached the door first. "Winry! WINRY! Open the door! I know you're there! Quick, she's coming!"

Winry's head popped out of the upstairs window. "Ed? What's the rush? Where's Al?"

Ed pointed breathlessly behind him. "He tripped over a tree branch and hurt his leg. H-he couldn't go on. I had to leave him behind, with that THING." He was close to tears now.

"What THING, Ed? You're scaring me."

"You should be scared, Win. We have a code eight on our hands!"

Winry gasped loudly.

"Code eight...? It couldn't be...not that...they died out years ago. Didn't they?" She exclaimed.

"Well, they're back. So, please, for the love of God, LET ME IN!" Ed screamed once more, banging on the door.

"Fine, I'll be right down!"

Ed nervously checked behind him, pressing his back up against the wall. Just as he turned away, he felt a clammy hand grip his shoulder...

"ARGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

...

"Ed, it's me." Said Al, leaning on him for support.

"Alphonse? Oh, Al. I thought I was a goner." He murmured, gripping his baby brother in a vice like hug. Al tore away from him.

"Oh, really? How strange, so did I. You know, when you LEFT ME TO ROT BY THAT TREE!"

Ed clung onto him tighter. "I'm so sorry, Al. I just panicked. After all, remember what happened last time..." Both men shuddered.

"Good point. Fine, I forgive you. For now." Al gave Ed a warning glare, then turned his attention to the door.

"Dammit, how long does it take to open a door?" Ed spat.

"Relax, Brother, it's still all the way over by that tree..." Al soothed.

"What's all the way over by that tree?" A small voice asked innocently.

The men stared down in horror as a pair of large muddy brown eyes gazed up at them.

"WINRY! IT'S HERE! IF I DIE, I LOVED YOU!" Ed yelled, clinging on to the door, while Al tried to bat her away with a stick.

With a sudden bang, the door was slammed open, and the two men hauled inside by a pair of strong hands. The door then slammed shut again immediately after. Anna couldn't help but feel a little insulted; they could've, at the very least, invited her in for a nice cup of tea.

Inside the house, hell was being raised. Winry and Al were working on barricading up the doors and windows, while Ed sat hunched up in the far corner, shivering and hugging himself.

"When did she get here? HOW did she get here?" Winry exclaimed over the hammering of the boards.

Al answered back. "We don't know. I just saw Ed talking to her, so I went over to help...but then we realised what she was..." He shuddered again before, placing a few more bits of furniture in front of the door. Just in case.

Winry sighed. "Ed, make yourself useful. Call up Central and warn them. Chances if they've reached us here, there'll be some turning up there too."

Ed shook his head. "F-fine." With a shaky hand, he picked up the phone from the handset. "Operator? Central, p-please."

Al finally sunk into a chair by the boarded up window, and peered through a crack. There she was, sitting there, reeking of innocence and a troubled past. Looked to be a Type A. Not so bad really, but now that she had turned up, it seemed likely that more would follow.

"Winry? Ed? It looks like we're in for a long ride. The infiltration of the Sues has begun..."