Greedy Worm (Title up for change)
AN: I have never actually published any of my writing and this is also my first Fic ever so please be gentle, before I start with the actual story I want to give a quick. . .
disclaimer: First I don't own any of the rights or intellectual property to Fullmetal Alchemist and/or Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, or any of the characters they belong to Hiromu Arakawa. I also don't own any of the characters or intellectual properties to Worm which belongs to Wildbow.
Final warning: This story may contain spoilers to either FullMetal Alchemist/FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood, or Worm and just to keep this known this is of course set in an AU.
Now with that done on with the show

CH.1 To An Unconventional Door?

Greed's Point of View (Inside of Gluttony)

I knew this was a terrible fucking plan, I just knew that things would go horribly wrong, but does anyone listen to Me . . . NO . . . Next time I see Envy I owe him an ass- kicking at the least. Any plan where a possible outcome is getting eaten just for future reference is by default a terrible fucking plan.

Now I am in a dark, unfamiliar pit filled with blood, small buildings, and bones, this must be hell.

I remember waking up this morning in a great mood by all means and everything was fine as I just managed to once again gain another minion, but now I'm stuck in here inside Gluttony the failed gate, can you believe it, of all people me Greed the Avaricious.

When coming up with either a detailed plan or a list of terrible thing I was going to do to Envy if and when I got out of here, suddenly a bizarre door made of light leading to a long stretch of white hallway appeared, now coated in profuse amounts of blood, debris, and myself.

I had escaped Gluttony.

I don't know how and I honestly didn't care. I just knew one thing, I was sure as hell glad I didn't have to clean this up.

Quickly a problem came to mind while happy to have escaped what felt like many boring hours of wading through blood and remains in various stages of decomposition, I had no fucking clue where the hell I was, or better yet . . . No that actually seemed to be the problem here.

I guess that takes priority over finding Envy and beating him with one of his own severed limbs (The thought quickly brought a smile to Greed's face).

Now let's see the list of things to do:

First find out where I am.

Good simple enough, in fact probably couldn't be easier. RIGHT?

'Now oh, I think I see someone coming maybe I can ask them where I am?'

After three oddly dressed individuals approached me with a stance showing caution and curiosity at the odd sight that was my own majestic presence (ignoring the coat of blood which was most certainly not mine and the smell of decaying bodies and buildings alike that fiercely clung to me), of which included a very attractive woman wearing a black skin tight outfit, she seemed to be missing an eye, that or she shared the same eyepatch fetish that Wrath had.

A man in a green robe if that is what that was, of maybe, average height with eyes that seemed to glow a shade of green almost matching his cloak.

The third was a very handsome man even by my standards, with well kept medium length hair, a lovely shade of blonde and a surprisingly form-fitting outfit.

The presence of the three was somewhat awe-inspiring even to someone as great as me.

The second item on the list, I need resources and recruits, of course, because I was a little short handed and in unfamiliar territory to boot.

I as casually as possible put on what I have been told is my most disarming smile and in case things went wrong was already planning another escape of almost epic proportions through the three unknowns if necessary.

I greeted them as clearly as possible, and presented a pitch for their possible recruitment, as well as an introduction (More like a monolog), after asking a few questions I deemed the most important.

"First off could someone please tell me where the hell I am?" asking in the calmest tone I could maintain.

After what seemed a brief moment or so no answer followed, okay maybe they didn't hear me, so I once again repeated the earlier question with irritation clear this time to emphasize that they were being incredibly rude to me.

Fine okay I guess, I'll just have to try again

"Is this part of the same continent as Amestris?" I asked the three hoping for an answer

Alexandria's Point of View:

"We were called to a meeting at HQ, we being the triumvirate, three of the arguably most powerful people on the planet, shy of course of the world ending monster Scion, and the unknown juggernauts that were called Endbringers (Behemoth the hero-killer, Leviathan the city-sinker, and the Simurgh the mind-raper).

If any one of them could even be argued to be people.

To which Alexandria had some pretty damning evidence to prove otherwise all things considered.

Today was going to be a long day or so I had thought. Because a lot of these meetings primarily consisted of statistics and courses of action relating to Contessa's Path to Victory.

Not exactly the most interesting or fun thing to talk about for a prolonged period of time.

I mean having someone tell you to go somewhere and do something without any clear reason as to how it fits into the plan can only be interesting for so long before it becomes part of the daily grind.

Today as I was about to leave and return to my base of operation within the Protectorate/Para-Human Response Team.

I heard the oh-so-familiar sound of a certain portal opening, only instead of the usual oddity or the familiar sight of the Protectorate base she stationed.

A man waltzed right through wearing an uncomfortably forced smile and covered in almost b-list amounts of horror movie gore.

While blood was welling out of the makeshift door, which was bleeding as profusely as . . . well, there is really no adequate descriptor for how it was flowing outwards in this scenario.

He quickly approached and asked questions clearly trying to intimidate or interrogate based on the less than subtle appearance and tone which had trace amounts of confusion and anger.

He introduced himself as Greed.

'Clearly insane based on his odd name choice, some villain with delusions of grandeur.'

He then proceeded to demand to know his general location and pitched possibly the oddest and most canned recruitment pitch since Armsmaster started recruiting for the wards.

Which is nothing shy of a miracle that anyone can be that bad, I guess he might be disoriented considering his current and uncomfortable position, but better safe than sorry as is often said.

Shifting into a quick and adaptive stance to confront the odd 'guest?'

I was just about to attack the man when the frustrated visitor and would-be recruiter was thrown out of the room into another portal right into the heart of Brockton Bay by none other then Contessa herself.

Clearly as confused as anyone of us and equally flabbergasted, she quickly explained that he appeared on her path to victory and that the path shortened dramatically by a couple thousand steps if she were to take this course of action.

Greed's P.O.V.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG!" I shouted out in frustration.

Now further lost, stranded, and no closer to my goal of kicking Envy where it counts. I was just going to have to find somewhere to sleep for the night.

While I didn't need to sleep it would certainly help to improve my current mood and de-stress from this long, shitty day.

To sum pretty much everything up I was lost in a strange and distant land, with no means of returning home, and no sight of any familiar people or places and that is only the beginning of my list of problems with the current situation. I had no resource and was lucky that at the very least the language I was speaking was understood in the first place which was one of the few things that had gone well and was still up for debate. More uncertainties at best.

I was exhausted, completely drained after my very brief encounter with four unknowns that were incredibly dangerous even if I was being optimistic about it. I had fucked up clearly and still found myself confused. With my thought only running in circles, I knew that I would only end up getting increasingly frustrated if I kept up with that train of thought.

Alright, I need to find somewhere to rest for the night. If for no other reason then some sleep after this day would be incredible for me.

That shouldn't be too damn hard right? I mean back home many were able to find at the very least a means for safely resting in the night.

So I began to hunt down for a place to rest the night and plan for the long days ahead.

'I wonder if I can ever make it back home from here?'

'What should I do if I can't?'

. . . .TO BE CONTINUED?

AN: So what did you guys think, is greed written well, does anyone have any suggestions as to what should happen next, should their be any pairings if so who with who. Should Greed become a villain, a hero, or a mercenary, anyone have any suggestions for me because I am kind of at a loss as to what I should do next, I mean I had probably written one of the worst cauldron involved stories so far, please read and review. I want to hear other peoples thoughts and I need advice.