Hi guys! Munchy Fox here! And I know I have to update my other story, but I thought I would take a break on that since I need more research before I continue.
So, since this story is supposed to be Halloween themed, and we're like… seven months away the month, I could put this off, or make it part of my Monday update. It's my Monday update.
So this little one-shot came into my head after I was making my creepy doll image on rinmarugames, really fun by the way! And my mind is like, hey, why don't we make a story where Roy's terrified of little dollies… and I agreed to it, as to why, I have no idea.
So this is where it leads up to, but if I end up making it more than a one-shot, it will wait until after I'm done with "The Voice from inside His Mind."
So I don't forget I, Munchy Fox, do not own anything Fullmetal Alchemist related, other than the doll. I own the doll.
There it was. The beauty that everyone wanted but nobody could buy. The antique doll his mother had always wanted. She had told him so. It sat there, untouched, preserved, and for sale. The boy knew it would take everything from what he was given from the military to buy that doll, but he knew it had meant something to his mother, but he knew it would just be dead weight for him, for his mother was no longer alive.
The doll was the size of a young six year old child. It had long white, wavy hair with a pink bow, laced with purple on the ends, and the center was a medium blue. The skin of the doll was a light tan with freckles; the eyes of the doll were red as blood. It wore an old fashioned dress, the outside part was blue, the shirt was purple, the buttons were pink, and the shoes that were on the feet were black old fashioned dress shoes. The doll was creepy looking, that was for sure, but what creeped the boy out the most was what was in the hands of the doll. A heart was being held.
Why would Mom want something like this? The boy thought as he went inside the store. He stopped on the inside matt as he saw everything in it. Books on how to keep a doll taken care of, clothes for dolls, and dolls themselves. Everything was old fashioned, but it was welcoming to the boy. It reminded him of home east of the city. It reminded him of Resembool and the days his mother would take him and his brother for shopping with his father… and without his father.
Anger filled the boy's thoughts as the image of his father went into play. That bastard left us! Why am I thinking about good times with him?
"Because you still care for him," the boy spun around, but nobody was around that he could see, but his eyes went straight to the doll. He saw a paper by the box containing it and took a look at what reason the doll was made.
Allysandra Mustang
Legend says that this doll holds the soul of a young woman who died in a fire with her husband, who was a general in the military at the time. As a way to keep living, Allysandra used an ancient alchemy to put her soul into the doll she had received as a young child on her sixth birthday. After the fire, when searching for survivors, you could hear her voice say "save my babies" repeatedly, but no children were ever found on the sight of the burnt down house.
The heart in her hands holds the love for her husband and her son and two daughters, who till this day, are nowhere to be seen.
Huh, something to look into. Maybe I will buy this doll. The Colonel Bastard might enjoy looking at this. The boy thought as he walked over to the checkout, but no one was there. "Huh, now this is creepy. Maybe I should leave the money here and go," the boy said aloud, little did he know, there was someone lurking behind him.
Turning around, the boy jumped at the sudden approach of a stranger.
"What is your name, boy?" the boy froze, speechless. "Answer me, or get out of my shop boy!"
The boy took a deep breath and spoke, "Edward Elric," the boy stammered.
"Well, Edward, I would advise you that buying that doll will bring you the most unfortunate luck and paranoia you will ever see. Many people have bought the doll, but within a few days of owning the doll, they return it with eyes full of fear. I warn them, but they don't listen," Edward sighed, maybe buying that doll isn't worth it, but you know, I do have questions.
"I get where your concern is for my well-being, but I will buy that doll. Not because it means something to me, but when my mother was child she wanted it, she's told me and my brother as well that she wanted the doll, so I'm going to get the doll and I'm going to put it in a safe spot so my mom can look at it in spirit."
The man stood in silence and thought for a moment, "very well. If that is your reason, then I see no problem with letting you have the doll for free, but if you happen to change your mind, there are no take-backs."
"I understand," Edward walked out of the building, but instead of towards the train station, he went to Central Command. A small smile appeared on the boy's face as he walked.
Roy Mustang was walking down the hall to his office. Lunch was just finished and he needed to get back to doing his paperwork that his subordinate so happily put on his desk.
Turning the knob to the outer part of his office, he heard whispers. Putting his ear to the door, he listened.
"Do you think the Colonel will be mad at what the Chief put onto his desk?" Havoc asked, trying not to laugh.
"Come on Havoc, who wouldn't be mad at something like that? I mean Ed did say he wanted to ask the Colonel a few questions anyway," Breda replied.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," and Roy entered the room.
"Hello Lieutenants," Roy spoke nonchalantly.
"Hello, Colonel Sir!" the men saluted.
"As you were," Roy responded as he opened the door. He then stopped cold in his tracks.
There it was the doll that took everything from him. She sat like she was waiting for someone, someone like Roy.
Roy breathed in, his breath taken away each time as he stared at the doll before him, but fear filled him before he could think, before he could react. He turned a full 180 and sped out of the office. When he got to the door of the outer part, he turned to the two lieutenants behind him.
"Where did Fullmetal go?" Breda shrugged.
"He went down to the dorms after he dropped off the doll. Why?" Havoc answered.
"What questions did he want to ask me?"
"He just said something about asking you some questions about the doll," Breda replied this time.
"Why did you just dart out of your office, Colonel?" Havoc asked more specifically.
"Personal reason, none of your business," and with that Roy left the room. Why did he have that doll? Better question, why did he have that doll?
I know this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I'm taking a break from "The Voice from inside His Mind" for a little bit to do something that has a little background information for the story before I continue.
Thank you for reading, so please review, favorite, follow, and tell me what to do to make it better.
Until next time,
~Munchy Fox Out! ~
