The Puppet of Amestris
Author's Note: My first series of oneshots for FMA. This will be Brotherhood/manga-based, of course. I decided to make this mostly because I've been thinking a lot about Bradley's character. With having to play at pretending to be a human while being a human-hating homunculus, it makes it difficult to discern what his true character is, which is, I suppose, what makes him so interesting. So I decided to start from Bradley's beginnings and slowly move in chronological order (or at least as close as I can get) to his death. So naturally, the first one is from the perspective of the Gold-Toothed Doctor.
All for Science
This was the greatest experiment of his career as well as all the other scientists here. By order of the leader of the homunculi, they were going to see if it was possible to make a homunculus out of a human. The fourth child, Envy, had scoffed at it, the second child, Lust, was skeptical, and none of the others had seen fit to comment. The doctor, for that was also what he was, did not question it, but took to the assignment with a perverse pleasure that only the mentally-unstable could appreciate. And he was quite excited about the project! When they succeeded (for he didn't believe in permanent failure), all seven of the homunculi would be created, a truly momentous occasion! He didn't care if this meant that everyone in the country was killed, so long as he had his science and experimentation. That was when he was truly happy and nothing else mattered. But it would be a while yet. The father of the homunculi wanted his newest son to become the Fuhrer of the country, so they would have to train many candidates for the position before they could take the 'final exam' where they would probably die if they failed or become a homunculus if they succeeded. The boys before him were all about ten years old now. All wearing identical suits. All sitting in identical high-backed, red-cushioned chairs. All perfect prospective Fuhrers. All perfect homunculi candidates. Only one would walk away with both. But that test wouldn't be for another decade at least.
"Now which one of you will be the one to step forward and lead this country?" he asked, rhetorically, to the group at large and stopped before a youth with scruffy black hair and dark green eyes that stared up at him without feeling. This was Prospective Fuhrer Candidate Number 12. He smiled at the boy, revealing his one gold tooth. "How about you?"
Perhaps this one would succeed or perhaps he would fail. It didn't matter to him either way so long as his scientific progress continued unimpeded.
Man, either the Gold-toothed doctor is a lot like Tucker or I was borrowing some of Tucker's characterization when I was writing this. Either way, HE'S CREEPY! DX (and not like Pride creepy...)