A/N: For those of you who have seen the Studio Ghibli movie, "Princess Mononoke", there is a scene from that film that I am particularly attached to. It was the scene when Ashitaka and Moro the Wolf God were discussing San's future if the forest should ever get destroyed along with the rest of the clans of Animal Gods. The drama in the dialogue and the background music moved me so much, that I have spent many times fantasizing on paraphrasing those lines in different scenarios in my daydreams.

I think this counts as an example of those imaginary outcomes.

A Late Night Chat Between Veteran and Apprentice

As his owner was getting some well deserved sleep, DM looked out over her bedroom in the dark.

"You know you could always dirty yourself, Danger Mouse." A voice said behind him. He turned to see the main Edward Elric plush doll sitting casually on the young woman's pillow.

"...end the bond for good," the old alchemist continued. "It still amazes me and the rest of this community that you were once something special to her."

"I had no idea that I am partially at fault to how she grew up," DM answered quietly. "You and Donatello must be upset that Wendela was using you both as substitutes to satisfy her fetish fantasies and attraction towards you."

"You needn't apologize for that. Donatello wished he could build a time machine to prevent her from ever discovering you and that dreaded allergen pillow episode of yours that started this disorder of hers."

"This is a beautiful bedroom. Have you and her other anime interests raised her to act like your characters for this long?"

"Yes. Japan captured her heart. The others cry out to her as she moves on. But she can't always hear them." Edward explained nostalgically. "I remained on her bed for 24 hours yesterday by mistake. I listen to the pain of the other toys on the shelf, and feel the ache of the severed bond in my chest. And I dream of the day when the darkness in Wendela's heart will be eradicated."

"Edward, why have I always seen Wendela cry more often than what you and the Ninja Turtles have once told me? Why can't she relax around people again?" DM asked considerably in a raised tone.

"Wendela is torn between her tormented memories of disobeying adults and understanding her responsibilities in her present day lifetime. Her struggle is a long and ardurous journey so far before you had ever arrived here."

"And what will happen to her? What is your plan, to let her remain alone with you?"

Edward narrowed his gaze at the protesting monocular white mouse. "Typical. Selfish. You think like a Western cartoon character. Wendela is our adoptive relative. She carries the spirit of Japan inside her soul. If her bedroom gets destroyed, she might seek death out of despair."

"You must set her free!" Danger Mouse demanded angrily. "She's not one of you! She's a disabled woman of America!"

"SILENCE, MOUSE!" Edward snapped with mutual disgust. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO A ROLE MODEL LIKE THAT! Wendela bought me at least six years ago, inspired by my two anime adaptation storylines and popularity. She was seeking new anime that had been dubbed by a Texas company which starred that famous voice actor of mine. As two years passed, I'd raised her to react angrily to that spasmodic noise which had been engraved into her Aspergred head for so long...anger that I've unleashed in a fury of screaming whenever someone mentions my height.

"Now, my poor, damaged, talented owner is neither normal, nor mentally disabled. How can you help her!?"

DM held a determined gaze. "I don't know. But at least we have to find a way to make her feel happy in the real world."

Edward laughed sardonically. "How? Will you guide Wendela to find a suitable mate to marry, like her younger sister has done?"

DM's face clouded again. "No. I can still see that she is still haunted by the mistake she had once made from the memories of her last job when she last fell in love. She's afraid to get hurt a second time."

The older alchemist doll sneered stoically at him. "There is nothing you can do, DM. Sometime in the future, Wendela will move on from you as well, once she finds something new to excite her and latch onto. Now return to her resting head before she awakens. Fail to be there for her, and I shall make you bruise and bleed."