I just had to write a fic for this special holiday. I think my subconscious was stuck between writing a horror fic and a humor fic, so it's sort of both. I really want this to turn into horror.

So enjoy this story...or pay...

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"Mustang! I'm scared!" Ed screamed as he ran into Mustang's office. He crawled under the desk and curled up in a ball.

"Fullmetal! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm scared," came Edward's muffled reply.

"I can see that. But why are you scared? And why do you have to hide under my desk?"

Ed poked his head out from under the desk and managed to say, "The date," before he shrieked and dove back under the desk. Mustang rummaged through the old paperwork on his desk, some dating back to the 13th century, until he found a small calender. Before he could open it, a breeze fluttered the pages, and it landed on June. He shrieked as the date came into view, circled in a red, crimson liquid. Backing up slowly, he stared at it. What it said was June 6, 2006. Roy screamed and got under the desk with ed. They huddled together, shaking and terrrified. The door slammed, and they both jumped, hitting their heads against the hard desk.

"Mustang?" They heard someone call, and a loud clap of thunder sounded outside the window.

"You go out!" Mustang whispered, trying to push Edward out from under the desk.

"No way! It wants you!" a face suddenly peered under the desk, illuminated by a flash of lightning. The two jumped again, forgetting for the second time the hard underside of the desk.

"What are you two doing under there?" Hawkeye asked. They both sighed in relief, and Mustang said, "Phew. It's just you, Hawkeye." Another clap of thunder sounded as she said mysteriously, "Or am I the murderer?" Fullmetal and Flame screamed for what felt like the millioneth time that day, as Hawkeye burst into laughter. "I'm just joking. I couldn't resist. So why are you hiding under the desk? Afraid of your paperwork, Mustang?"

"Haha. Very funny."

"It's 6-6-06 today," Ed whispered, hanging onto Mustang for dear life.

"Oh please. Don't tell me you two are superstitious. It's just a day."

Ed hesitantly ventured out from his hiding spot. "But it's the devil's day!" As soon as he said it, the lights flickered above them and went out. Ed yelped and jumped into Hawkeye's arms. She then proceeded to drop him, saying, "The storm probably jus knocked out the power. I'll go down to the basement to see if I can turn it back on."

"Hawkeye! You can't! You know how in scary movies the person who leaves is the first to die!"

"Well, Fullmetal, it's a good thing this isn't a scary movie, isn't it? I'm leaving. Good-bye." She then walked out the door, the mysterious wind slamming it shut.

"She's not coming back, is she?"

"Don't say that, Fullmetal. Let's go out and see what's going on." The two walked out into the hallway, which was bustling with activity.

"Mustang!" Hughes called, trying to wade through the frightened people towards them. When he finally got through he asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

"It seems the storm has knocked out the power. Hawkeye went to check on it."

"Why haven't the generators turned on?"

"I don't know, but I think Hawkeye might check on that too. We should get everyone and stick together."

"Yeah. We don't want anyone getting murdered.:

"Murdered?"

"Yeah, it's the devil's day," Ed whimpered. "6-6-06."

"That's creepy. Now I really don't want to be alone."

So they found everyone and gathered in the mess hall. The occupants included: Roy, Ed, Al, Hughes, Armstrong, Fuery, Breda, and a couple of others who aren't important. After around 15 minutes, the lights flickered back on. "Finally." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Hawkeye should be back soon." Sure enough, not 2 seconds after he said it, they heard footsteps coming down the hall towards the room. But when they had gotten halfway, they stopped, and a scream of terror was heard.

"Hawkeye!" Mustang yelled, running towards the door. But Ed grabbed his arm, shook his head, and pointed over to the non-important people. "Great idea, Fullmetal!" Roy called behind him as he ran over to the unfortunate people who had to investigate, knowing there was a great chance they wouldn't come back alive. They looked at each other, frightened, but reluctantly saluted the Colonel and headed towards the door. Roy walked back to the others, a scared expression on his face. They stood in silence for a couple of minutes, waiting for the news. After a little while, a loud piercing wail ripped through all of Headquarters. The unimportant people came blasting through the doors, making everybody scream.

"What did you see?" Mustang asked, once he knew who it was.

"It was horrible! The pain!" He looked up at Mustang, shoeing him his eyes. His eyes! Mustang screamed, covering his mouth and backing up. All of their eyes were solid red, a blood red. Suddenly, in front of everyone, they all collapsed at the same time.

"Is it Scar's doing?" Fuery asked some time later, after everyone had calmed down a little. Mustang bent over the bodies, inspecting them.

"No, I highly doubt it. This is the work of something far more powerful and deadly. There are no injuries, except for the eyes."

"Roy! I'm scared!" Ed shouted, and ducked under a table, followed by his brother. "Aren't you coming?"

"No, Fullmetal, this was all humorous until people started dying. Now it's serious."

"What should we do Colenol?" someone asked.

"Stay together. Nobody leaves this room." From somewhere in Headquarters, a clock rang out. One. Two. "We have to stay the night here." Three. Four. "Hopefully we will survive." Five. Six. The lights flickered and went out again.

"What if we don't-" The clock struck again. One. Two. The chimes rang out thunderously and ghostly like. Three. Four. "It hasn't even been half a minute." Five. Six. Nobody spoke after that, waiting for what they knew would happen. Sure enough, the clock struck again. All was silent except for the chimes, people counting them in their head, even though they knew how many there would be. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

At the last one, A bolt of lightning lit the entire room, and the thunder crashed almost a second afterwards. A child-like ghostly voice rang out, "He's here."

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