The trouble with twitter.
WN: Hey everyone, a belated happy 2015 to you all! I am currently typing this as I have no internet, but I am finally getting around to typing this as I have been meaning to for some time. I know I have a few outstanding projects, which I hope to get somewhere with soon, but have been struggling with tonsillitis and also depression, which has made life somewhat difficult for me. Anyway, this is very loosely based off my experiences roleplaying as Pride on Twitter. I do not own Full Metal, or Twitter, or anything. Anyhow… hope it goes well and if this is well received I will commence a chapter a week
It had been sometime since the Elric brothers had begun their journey to find a way to return themselves to their original bodies. With everything that had been going on, the threat of the Homunculi, father's plans, the return of Greed, the true nature of the Philosopher's stone; it was a welcome reprieve for the brother's to be recalled to Central to take on a new mission, or so they thought….
"Central HQ"
"That bastard!" The doors of Central Headquarters flew open and a furious figure flew out, seemingly shaking with rage.
"What happened brother? He's not sending me away is he?" Al was extremely concerned, for the risk of the colonel carrying out his threat or the possibility of his older brother having done something extremely stupid.
"He… he's…"
"Gah! He's making me waste more time signing up to this "social networking" site"…. Ed sat down with a bump on the steps outside the main entrance, his head in his hands.
"Hahahahah!"
"What's so funny Al?!"
"I have been nagging you to sign up to a social network for ages! Come on, ever since they were introduced by a mysterious person to Amestris, it's revolutionized the way we can keep in touch with those we care about; wouldn't you want to make Granny and Winry happy by actually keeping in touch more than once a month?" Al thought back to all the times they'd promised to send a postcard to keep them both updated, and had never followed through, earning them both a wrench to the head.
"Well… I see no point in talking about myself for the entertainment of complete strangers! And besides, how is it any benefit for the country if I make an account?!"
"Wait, what did he actually say to you brother?"
"Well…"
Earlier that day (30 minutes ago)
"So Full Metal, it has come to my attention you have not filed a single mission report; even worse, it has come to the Fuhrer's attention that you haven't either"
"And why should I care about what either of you bastards think?!" It was only recently that they'd made the startling discovery that their King was none other than a homunculus.
"Look, cut the attitude runt; what I was going to say, is your new mission is to join a social networking site, that way you can file your report no matter where you are and I can actually read it; you can join this "twitter" if it's easier, that way you only have to use 100 characters, but obviously you have to make more posts" Mustang explained.
"Why should I bother with something so narcissistic? Who on earth cares what I get up to? Don't people actually have lives?!"
"Look, why don't you just make the damned account? I thought it was all the rage with you kids these days?"
"I am not. A. damned kid!"
"Whatever shrimp, I expect your report in the next few days, either make the account; or give up your rights as a state alchemist; the Fuhrer's orders, not mine" And with a flourish, Mustang walked out his office, leaving a furious alchemist in his wake.
"End"
"Oh… well it may not be so bad brother, at least you can chat to Winry more right? And who knows, it could be fun! Let's go to the library now, I can help set you up with an account" Al offered, knowing that he could most likely persuade him.
"Gah! Fine, just don't expect me to be one of those "24/7 updaters" He huffed, and reluctantly followed his younger brother to the library.
The two brothers made their way to Central Library, found a computer and after a few minutes, Al had managed to set his brother up with an account.
"Okay brother, I uploaded a photo of you, now all you need to do is do your first tweet" Al explained.
"Wait… why do I look so pissed off? Oh never mind, just what the hell do I put?"
"Anything you want"
"….. *starts typing*"
"This is my first tweet, and hopefully my only tweet; happy now colonel?!"
"Don't forget to press tweet brother" Al supplied.
"!"
*click*
"Done, now what… oh, why is it saying your "following me?" Ed narrowed his eyes at the armoured figure.
"A follower is someone who wants to be friends with you and can keep up with your updates"
"Oh, well, how do I follow you back"
Al showed him, and then suddenly..
"ALPHONSE ELRIC, HOW THE HELL DO YOU HAVE 21000 twitter folllowers?"
"Quiet brother, this is a library!" Al hissed, and then apologized to the several pairs of eyes now glaring at the duo rather forcibly.
"And in answer to your question, I'm well liked…. That's why" he replied with a smug tone.
"Hmph, well why should I care anyway… let's get some research done anyway"
The brothers worked for over a solid hour gathering the research they needed before they began their journey once more; they figured that way their recall to Central would at least not be a total loss. At the end of their research, Ed suddenly remembered he needed to "log out"
"Hey Al, what does it mean when I have "notifications"?"
"Oooh lemme have a look"…
"You've got followers brother!" Al exclaimed happily.
"Already?"
"Yeah… ah… oh dear"
*Gluttony Voracious, Lust Lavicious, Greed the Avaricious/Prince of Xing, Envy Jealous, Sloth the Indolent, Pride the Arrogant, Wrath the Furious, Flame Alchemist, Hawkseye and 50 others followed you*
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
"Pipe down brother!"
"How are the homunculi on here?"
"I have no idea, hey looks like Greed's sent you a tweet, or is that Ling?!" Al wondered.
*Hey, if it isn't my number one flunky! Welcome to cyberspace!*
"That's Greed"….
"Hey Ed, welcome, we need to catch up!"
*Greed, Ling, whatever, how come the homunculi are on here? Seriously?!*
*Father's bright idea, the old man gets stupidly into these fads, but it's not so bad*
*Whatever…*
*I don't care though, as long as I get more followers than you, I'm happy!"
*Hey pipsqueak, didn't think you'd finally join the rest of the planet* *Lust, Greed/Ling, Wrath, Pride favourite this*
*Get lost Envy!* "Al, Greed/Ling, Flame, Hawkseye, and 30 others favourited this."
"Oh dear, brother… you might want to read the new one we've both gotten"…
*Hello my stupid pupils, I see they're letting you of your leashes as dogs of the military*
*Ahhhh teacher!* They both yelped.
They sat there in stunned silence.
WN: Okay, hopefully you guys will like this, if you do I have another chapter planned, where Ed and Greed compete for followers, Ed discovers "the truth" and of course… fangirls. Anyway, if you liked this enough, would love a review ^_^