Type B

Hello! :D Sorry, a quick side note. In reference to my last review- First off, thank you! :) Secondly, yes, Ed is a BIT out of character (I'm kidding, I know it's really out of character for him to cry in a corner), but don't worry- it's not because I perceive him as such, but because this is meant to be just a bit of a crack-fic. But, to be honest with you, I really didn't like portraying him as a terrified weakling, even if it was meant to portray the horror of the villain in this story (you'll see who soon), so hopefully, this time round, he'll be more like himself, but I can't promise much- I'm not terrific at pegging the characters' attitudes, but please bear with me.

Also , I know that it is a little confusing. To be perfectly honest, I didn't even know where I was going to begin with, but now I have a clear plan in my head, so...yay. Don't worry, it should begin to make sense in this chapter, as I'm going to be shedding light on the bigger picture. So, hopefully, it'll come off well. *Fingers Crossed*

Type B- Bella

Sue-ness- 5/10

Originality- 2/10

Additional info- This Sue has originated from another publicized story, commonly Harry Potter or Twilight. Often comes with Crossover villains, armed with knowledge of how to defeat them.

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Roy Mustang sat at his desk, twirling his pen around his fingers. As it turns out, pushing pens as assistant to Fuhrer Gruman wasn't much more interesting than pushing pens as Colonel. With a dull passion, he once again cursed Gruman. The sly old man definitely knew how to get under his skin, as always.

Taking a deep breath, he glared back down at his paper work. It stared neutrally back. His eye twitched. His hand tightened. He raised his arm-

"Mustang!"

He promptly fell off his chair.

"Hawkeye! Don't do that again, you scared the life out of me." Roy panted, clutching at his chest.

Riza merely raised an eyebrow. "Well, Sir, maybe if you focused on your job more, I wouldn't be as inclined to." Roy stared petulantly back at her, before finally wilting under her stern glare, and dropping his gaze reluctantly back to the empty sheet of paper on his desk.

Hawkeye smirked down at him, then swiftly turned to retreat from the room, back to her own desk. On her way out, she was forcefully pushed aside by Mustang's new personal secretary; Estelle. Riza never did like her- she seemed far too snobby and vain...not to mention the sickening way she always gushed over Mustang. But today, she looked different...almost scared.

"Roy! Sir! Please, forgive my impertinence, but I have some urgent messages for you. Firstly, Fullmetal- I mean, Edward Elric- is calling for you; he'll be patched through to you in a few moments. But, more importantly- there's a girl outside, waiting for you. She won't tell us her name, but Sir, she looks very distressed and asks only for you." She simpered, fluttering her long false eye lashes.

Mustang sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose firmly. "Alright. First, patch me through to Fullmetal. I haven't spoken to the runt in a while." He smirked- this at least, should prove interesting.

He picked up the phone, and leant into the receiver. "Long time, no talk, Fullmetal. What's up?"

The boy's voice came through the speaker, tinny, muffled, and...scared? This caught Roy's attention.

"Mustang! Finally! How much are you paying your secretary, 'cause whatever it is, it's too much." His voice was loud and confident, but still...there was that hint of forced bravado that made the hairs on the back of Roy's neck stand up.

"Cut to the chase, runt. I'm kind of busy over here." He shot back, tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk.

"Well, see, that's the thing. Me and Al found this girl outside earlier, and there was something about her..." He began, but stopped, almost afraid to go on.

A few seconds later, Ed's voice returned, with an edge of steely determination. "We have a Code Eight. I repeat, a Code Eight. We needed to warn you; chances are they've reached you too. Don't take any risks, Colonel."

The line went dead. Mustang stared at the receiver in shock, a look of total horror forming on his face. "C-code Eight. Not again..."

Riza took an uncertain step forward. "Sir?"

Mustang looked up at her, numb. "Fullmetal just told me. They have a Code Eight, most likely back at the Rockbell place, in Risembool."

Riza blanched. "A Code Eight. But how...?"

Estelle glanced around her, her face the picture of bemusement. "What's a Code Eight?"

Mustang looked up at her. "A Code Eight, Miss. Jones, is the code name for one of the most terrible, horrendous catastrophes that could befall our very existence."

Estelle gave him a long, blank stare.

"It describes the beginning of The Infiltration of the Sues."

Estelle gave him another long, blank stare.

At this point, Riza lost her patience.

"The Infiltration of the Sues, Jones, is an occurrence that happens every decade or so. You see, there is a universe opposing our own; the FanFiction universe. Usually, there is no physical connection, but every so often, the main components of the two universes align, allowing a very brief connection between the two. Even then, most characters cannot make it through. However, there are a select few with the sheer determination, power and audacity to make it here. The most dreadful abominations of the FanFiction world; the Mary-Sues. The only reason they can pass through the Gate is because of the inordinate amount of powers, luck and skill given to them. If they can pass through the Gate, they are either Mary-Sue or Gary-Stu. That's the only possible way they CAN get through."

Estelle gave her a long, blank stare.

Mustang and Hawkeye exchanged glances. "Get out, Jones." She seemed to understand THAT fairly well.

Riza began pacing back and forth in the small space. "But how, Sir? This shouldn't be able to happen. Not for another four years!"

Mustang watched her anxiously. "I know, but now isn't the time to be focusing on that. We need to protect our country, immediately. Starting with that girl outside. We can't be taking any risks; I'll have to go down and send her away personally, if she won't listen to anyone else. Hawkeye- cover me."

Riza saluted him, back straight. "Sir!"

...

Bella couldn't understand what was going on; one minute she was playing with Renesme, the next she was faced with this horrible, white creature. She imagined it would have been staring at her- but it had no eyes. Just an enormous, empty mouth. It had been saying something about 'the truth', but she was far too distracted. Which was quite understandable, under the circumstances.

What felt like a mere few moments later, she found herself face down in the gravel outside some massive unfamiliar building, holding a crumpled piece of paper in her clenched fist.

It read 'Roy Mustang'. And now, that's all she knew.

She stumbled blearily into the building, shaking violently. "Roy Mustang! I need Roy Mustang!" People stared at her left and right, but she was beyond caring. She just wanted Roy Mustang.

After a few long minutes, when everyone had deserted the room she was occupying, she noticed a stern looking man walk in, followed closely by an even sterner looking blonde woman.

"Roy Mustang! Where is Roy Mustang?" It was like she had no control of her mouth any more. The man's expression hardened even more.

"You, girl. State your name and purpose here." He barked, raising his right hand, clenched in a half fist.

"I need to find Roy Mustang. Are you him?" She asked, frantic now. The blonde woman took a step forward and narrowed her eyes.

"Why do you want to know?"

Bella swallowed dryly. "I don't know...but I need to find him. Please."

The man and woman exchanged a pointed look and nodded.

"Yes. I am Roy Mustang." The man took one step closer. "What is your name?" Although the last question sounded more like an order.

Bella didn't know why but she felt an ordinate sense of relief, that filled her and pushed out all other coherent thoughts and memories out of her head. "Roy! I've found you!" She rushed forward, arms outstretched; blindly reaching for him.

Roy raised his arm to do something, but the woman reacted first. She whipped out a gun, firing three consecutive shots in the air. "Restrain yourself!" She spat with a voice full of acid. "I assure you- next time, I will not miss."

Through the haze of her mind, she registered this danger, and froze on the spot.

Roy lowered his arm. "Good. Now- explain yourself."

"I d-don't know. I just came here, and I n-needed to find you. It told me so." Bella murmured, but her voice sounded alien to her; like it wasn't really hers.

The woman spoke up again. "What told you so?"

"I said, I don't know. I d-don't remember..."

The tension in the atmosphere heightened dramatically. Bella didn't know what to do. That woman wouldn't allow her to get to Roy, so where did that leave her? She had to dispose of that woman, immediately.

She leapt with frightening speed, death etched in her dull golden eyes. The woman immediately cocked the gun at her, but she was too slow; Bella's hand was millimetres away from her throat when-

WHOOSH.

A wall of red hot flames sprung up just inches from her face, scorching her senses. She recoiled back in pain, shielding her face from the piercing heat. She whirled around, eyes wide in horror, as she was encircled by the flames, pressing in on her.

"Don't move!" The sharp bark shocked Bella to her core. She gazed up into the stone face of Roy Mustang, his hand poised in a clicking motion. "I'd burn you to a crisp faster than you could blink."

This was more than Bella's panicked mind could comprehend. Her vision dissolved to a haze of red, her body suddenly oblivious to pain. All she knew was that she needed to get away and in a sixteenth of a second, she had already mapped out her escape route.

...

Mustang couldn't understand it. The girl had literally dematerialised. For one brief moment, he wondered if he had gone too far, and somehow vaporised her, but then his rational mind kicked in, dispelling that thought from his head. You can't vaporise a human body, it's impossible. But then...

He stared in disbelief at the gaping hole in the wall where the main entrance used to be. Impossible.

Riza, having finally recovered from her near death experience, made her way past the dying fire and her gawping colleague. "Did she just...?"

"...Uh-huh..." Came Mustang's sophisticated reply.

Riza cocked her gun. "Looks like we have a bigger problem on our hands than we thought."