Ahh yes. Another crazy, short FMA crossover bye the crazy author. BUT! Guess who it is... Iiiiit's Johnny, the Homicidal Maniac! Wooooot! Sit back and relax and-
Johnny: -pulls out knives- Will you just get on with the fucking story? Life is long and painful, you know.
Dumb-ass Author: Y-Yes, Johnny... ENJOY!
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Edward and Alphonse
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If you ever would have chosen a night to take a walk in, this would never be the pefect night, ecspecially with the cold nipping at your body.
Edward and Alphonse Elric wandered the streets in search of an inn. The other inns throughout the town were shut down for investigations on a killing. The Elrics usually stop to help, but Ed was too exhausted from a long walk.
"Al, have you noticed that each town we walk in becomes jinxed?" 15 year old, Ed, whinned, slumping a little. "You wouldn't happen to have a black cat stuffed in your armor, would you?"
"Of course not, brother. Even if I did it wouldn't be a jinx. It would be good luck." Al was the younger brother, 14 years old to be exact. Even if his soul wasn't encased in a 6 and a half foot tall suit of armor he would have still beaten Edward's height.
"If that was the case then I would have gladly allowed you to keep the previous kittens." Ed said, giving a sarcastic grin. Al sweatdropped and gave small giggle.
"Aaaaaaaaaah," the older Elric yawned. "Anyway, Al. When we are rested at an inn we're going to help out with the investigation... That is, IF we find a damn inn."
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Johnny
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"Yet I strike again and still don't know why I even bother. I don't enjoy killing... Do I? AHH! SO DARK AND LONELY! COLD... WEAK...CRAZY!... Am I just helpless to this world? I am nothing but a servant, arn't I... A puppet for some crazy wall that craves for blood. FFFUCK! FUCK YOU ALL! YOU TRY BEING A SERVANT! A SLAVE! ALL YOU PERFECT LITTLE ASSHOLES!" Johnny C, perfered to be called Nny, waved his hand at random buildings, a knife in the left hand. His dark eyes twitched madly, uncontrolably.
"Sir," a gentlman said, approaching him slowly. "Would you mind keeping it down? My wife and I are rather... Busy upstairs." Johnny turned slowly toward the gentleman and smiled, one eye still twitching.
"Of course," he said. "But this may be a little more quieter for you." Johnny's right arm flew at the man's head, knocking him out cold. "To my house we shall go." Grabbing one of his legs, Johnny began to drag the man home.
