Ummm…I guess this is a quick snippet or something about, um, nothing. On my way to an anime convention (6 hour car ride…), I thought of it. Or something like that. Forgive me if it's extremely OOC; I haven't written much FMA in a while. Don't worry, I'll write more on my…other story, once I get more reveiws.
So, I'll stop wasting your time and just, eh, write it.
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Okayherecomesthefanfic.
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Edward Elric;
You have been invited to Kanashi Con, an anime convention in St. Louis, Missouri. We do not require your attendance at said convention, but merely hope you attend to both please fans and have a hopefully exciting experience at Kanashi Con. Your attendance will be required at the following:
—The convention itself (Consists of many cosplayers, merchandise, movies, and possible glomping)
—A brief panel (Where you will answer questions from your numerous amounts of fans, and inform them of your experiences)
—A dinner (You may order anything off our menu selections and are expected to converse with other con-goers)
The convention lasts from 1:00 to 10:00 this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. You are allowed to bring up to two guests. Transportation will be provided, along with a seventy-dollars-an-hour pay.
We are not responsible for any unfortunate occurrences that may or may not occur during your visit at Kanashi Con. You will be staying at the Rikkamora Hotel, where the convention will be located. Thank you for your cooperation.
Sincerely,
Kanashi Con Administrators.
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When Edward first read the letter he received in the mail, he was confused. What was a "cosplayer" and an "anime"? He didn't even want to THINK about how far away Missouri was, or how to contact said administrators. After asking both Alphonse and Winry, they decided to wait until his "transportation" arrived and THEN ask questions.
So they did.
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The car that picked the three up was an odd color: purple with pink and red stripes and designs. There was a sign bearing the words "Edward Elric" on it, so they assumed it was theirs.
Edward cautiously approached the vehicle and knocked. The window was lowered, to reveal a tall girl, with short, spiky white-and-purple hair and red fishnets, along with a black corset and black and red skirt. Her boots were black, and her skin was pale. Not to mention the nose and lip rings, and the multiple ear piercings.
"Hey there, I'm Taria." She greeted, flashing a small smile. "And I assume you're….." She pulled a card out of her pocket and skimmed it. "….Edward Elric?"
Edward nodded, and Taria laughed. "Sure you are," She said after a bit. "Get in."
"May we come, too?" Alphonse echoed timidly.
"Go right ahead."
So the three entered the car, after a bit of arguing from Edward and Roy about who sits in the front (Roy won that one), and Taria drove off.
"So. My estimates show that after a one-hour car ride and three-hour plane ride, we should arrive there in about five hours?" Taria guessed, shrugging.
"I…guess so." Edward answered.
"Cool," Taria responded, then took a rather violent right turn. "That's a pretty wicked cosplay you got there." The told him. "You two, too." She finished, referring to Roy and Alphonse.
"Um," Alphonse interrupted, "What's a cosplay?"
Taria began laughing again. "You don't know what a cosplay is?" she paused. "Ha, that's a good one. You had me going there for a sec."
"No, I'm serious." Alphonse interrupted.
"Its…when you dress up like an anime character." Taria stated, rolling ice blue eyes. "But, of course, you three would know that."
"Right…"
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Overall, the car ride went pretty smoothly. Edward slept most of the time, Roy was uncharacteristically quiet, and Alphonse conversed with Taria.
But hey, I don't want to inform everyone on how transportation went, since you're probably reading this fanfic "2 lyk fnd owt how ed goez 2 a con lol". So.
The plane ride went okay, not counting the numerous amounts of people "inspecting" Edward and Alphonse because of "weapons".
After the plane ride, then driving to the hotel, Edward had finally entered the convention. Woohoo. Yay him.
Oh.
Alphonse and Roy were there, too.
A girl in a rather skimpy "Schoolgirl" outfit, ran up to the group. "Likeohmigosh!! I like heard that like the REAL Edward Elric was coming to this convention, so like, my friends were like, 'he's not real' but then I'm like 'yes he is!' and they're like 'no he's not!' but like ohmigosh here you are OHMIGOD!!!!!! EDAWRD I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN OHMIGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Edward gave her an odd look. "Huh?"
The girl squealed and ran off, screaming at the top of her lungs that 'the real Edward Elric was at KanaCon'.
Before anyone could continue, a RAGING ball of "fangirls" rampaged through the hotel.
"HE'S REAL!!!!!!!!! AHHHH!"
"E-Edward? Oh my gosh…." (followed by fainting)
"Edward!!!! IT'S EDWARD ELRIC!"
"Psh. It's just a cosplayer…"
"He's even shorter in person!"
"Marry me!"
"Roy's cooler…" –insert Roy smirk here—
"Come on, Lynn, let's go see the piano squall…"
All of these random (or so he thought) teenagers surrounding him overwhelmed Edward, if just for a moment. Then he noticed something: Some of these people were dressed EXACTLY LIKE HIM.
Edward turned around to whisper "Al…there are so many…me's….", only to find more of his fans. He managed to push through the crowd saying phrases along the lines of "Okay, I have to go now…I'll see you later…."
His next mission: To find Alphonse. Or possibly Roy. Maybe.
Only to be interrupted by a rather short girl with short red hair and glasses holding a clipboard with an earpiece. "Mr. Edward Elric, you're needed in Ballroom A." She informed him with a rather soft, yet high-pitched voice.
"What? Why?" He asked, as confused as any short teenage prodigy in another dimension surrounded by over one-hundred fans.
"Your panel, sir. Please follow me."
Edward obeyed, following the girl (who, he soon found out, was named Eryn) to Ballroom A.
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Right as he opened the door, the "schoolgirl" from before announced that 'it was Edward Elric'. A roar of applause and cheering took over the room as he entered. Eryn instructed him to sit on the seat provided for him, along with a table, bearing a glass of something called "coke" and a microphone, which was, much to his dismay, too high for his mouth to reach.
He struggled to get it down, which earned him some "he's-so-cute" points. "I'll help you!" Someone shouted, followed by a chorus of said phrase in many girls' voices. A staff member quickly lowered it and motioned for him to start speaking.
"Hi," He greeted. Many 'I-love-you-Edward's were heard. "Um…" He stammered. An awkward silence floated through the room, then the same staff member from before handed him a few notes, helping him along over what to say.
He read the first part quickly. It said to introduce yourself. Well, he already had that part down…
"I…guess you all already know me, right?"
"I LOVE YOU EDWARD!!!!"
"ED I'M GONNA MARRY YOU SOME DAY OHMIGOD!"
"I KNOW YOU! FISAHFKJSHFKJSA!!!!!!!!!!11one"
Edward looked at everyone strangely before clearing his throat. "Okay. So, uh, I guess…." He paused to look at the notes again. Tell them about your travels to get here.
"Well, I came here from Central—" He started.
"We know!!" Someone shouted.
"WE KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, EDWARD!! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"
"No! I'm his biggest fan!"
"No, I am!"
"No, me!!"
"Liar! I am!! It's me!!!!"
That got everyone into an argument into who was Edward's biggest fan. When nobody was able to agree, someone suggested something.
She stood up, about the same height as Edward, actually. But judging by the size of her hands and feet, he could guess she was only about thirteen or fourteen. "How about someone asks questions about him and people try to answer them!"
After more applause, everyone decided that it was, in fact, not such a bad idea and to go on with it. But there was one problem:
"Who'll ask the questions?"
They all pondered this, and then, someone finally suggested that Edward himself can choose. He pointed to the girl from before, and she jumped up proudly, and ran over to the stand.
Sitting next to Edward, he was close enough to read the tag on her shirt, which said Grape Ferret. "Hi, there!" She greeted. Not much applause was heard. She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment. "I'm Grape Ferret, which is what you will all address me by. Or I'll bite you." She said, smirking.
"Just get on with it!" Someone shouted from the audience.
"Fine, fine…" Grape Ferret sighed and shrugged. "Okay. I'll ask you a question about said shrimp—" She pointed at Edward, earning herself a glare, "and you'll answer it. If you get it right, then you get…" Pause. "A prize. PLAY OR DIE!!!"
Well. She was certainly…confident. Either way, she turned to Edward. "…What should I ask?" She whispered.
"Hey, no secrets!"
"Shut up! They're conversing!"
"…whatever."
Edward looked at her curiously. "…I don't care." He answered truthfully.
"If you don't, I'll ask them something really embarrassing!" She threatened happily.
Edward shrugged as if he didn't care.
"I LOVE YOU EDWARD!!"
Grape Ferret looked at everyone. "Okay, who wants to go first?" She asked. Multiple people raised their hands, and she chose a timid-looking girl near the back. "You!"
The girl slowly made her way to the front of the small room, her eyes downcast.
"Don't look all depressed, you're in the presence of Edward." Grape Ferret instructed. The girl nodded once, and lifted her head, revealing two large green eyes.
"So," Grape Ferret started, "What's your name?"
"…Erra." The girl answered quietly.
"Right. Okay, Erra, are you ready to play…. Uhh……howmuchdoyouknowedwardplayordie?"
"I…I guess so." Erra said.
"…kay." Grape Ferret replied, then began thinking. "Okay. We'll start off easy. What's the exact date of Edward's birth."
Erra took a moment to think. "Um…um….uh…." She paused. "February sixth, 1899?" She guessed.
"Nooooooope!!" Grape Ferret said sadly. "The correct answer was: October 11, 1899! Thanks for playing."
Erra went back to her seat, her head back to hanging low.
And since I'm lazy and I don't feel like typing out details for the game, I'll say that only two people got anything right. Their prizes were: A hug from Edward, and a souvoneir (gum from the bottom of the table). I don't think we'll be hearing from Grape Ferret again. If we do, I'll let you know.
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Like oh my god! Chapter one is over! What will happen next? Well, honestly, who cares! But I'll write chapter two anyway, since I'm bored and have no life. Okay. Bye.