This was all impulsive writing. My first non-crack fic.
Dreams. The margin between fiction and reality. A boundary which, although crossed many times, is forgotten by the time morning breaks. Everyone is said to dream, but some find it as something missing in their life. Roy was one of those people. Never before had his dreams had an impact on him. Never before had he remembered one, until now.
It was strange. Everything was there. His office filled with the regular furniture. His desk, his chair, and even the coffee stain on the ground next to it. Daylight was beaming through the windows, and yet everything seemed darker than usual. Nothing could be seen beyond his door. Then the darkened halls began to resonate with the sound of footsteps. The sound began to drift farther and farther from Roy, but began to get closer at the same time. Were there two sets of feet?
It wasn't much later that the two sounds met each other. Something emitted a loud noise which screamed through the halls. A gunshot? Perhaps. The footsteps began to move again, but this time there was only one set. Roy was still in his chair waiting.
"King Bradley has been assassinated, sir." Riza said while she entered the room.
"Why?! Who told you to do that?"
"You did of course."
"Why would I say something like that?!"
"Someone will have to run the country, and I'll make sure that it'll be you. It's what you want right?"
"I never wanted to gain it this way!"
"The ruler of a country shouldn't yell too much. It's best if he's seen in an emotionally stable state."
The room sudenly changed. Roy was sitting in the Fueher's chair.
"H-how? This isn't making any sense."
"Just relax. It has to be tough for someone to become the ruler of a country during a crisis, but now you have everything. You have an entire army, status, prestige, money, power."
"I don't want this."
"Now you're the one who isn't making any sense. Before now, you had nothing. Only yourself. Do you want it that way? Do you want to be the king of nothing? I can make that happen as well." Riza said while pointing her gun at Roy.
The image then disappeared into the abyss known as the human conscience.
