Thanks for all the good comments and constructive criticism! Though I didn't really explain it, I thought that how shock can effect people could have triggered the 'problem' Edward had to disappear, and the weight he had on his mind drove his emotions, and when Alphonse gained his body back that 'weight' left, and that reversed said effects. Also, I never said he couldn't feel sympathy and empathy, because they are triggered by different things. (ex: Literally feeling someone elses pain is showing that the part of your brain that interprets pain is showing someone else being hurt as you being hurt.) I'm gonna stop now...
A lot of swearing from now on... Maybe... Whenever a certain character is involved anyway...
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The rest of the day seemed to roll by slowly, but before he knew it, the next day came. February fifteenth, the day he'd be taken the first time by said doctor and 'examined,' had left a week earlier, and now it was the Twenty-Third of the same month. He was sweating and shaking, which was obvious to his friends in the office room he currently habited. The entire room was thick with a tension it had never seen-- Mustang was trying to do paperwork to keep himself occupied, Havoc was scowling and had ditched the cigarette, and Breda was currently trying to steal one out of Havoc's pocket. And failing, but that's besides the point. Hawkeye had placed her prized posession inside of a box in her desk drawer, and was near-slouching and nervously looking about the room, and Alphonse growled at every little shift in sound or any movement anyone or anything made. Which was a lot of sound and movement.
And there he was, in the middle of the room (he felt like it anyway, even if he was sat next to Alphonse, who was next to a window) shaking and sweating like a child. He actually didn't feel much different now.
How the heck was he already used to this? Being emotionless sucked. It'd only been enough time for Alphonse to be strong enough to walk, as well!
"Brother?" Alphonse's voice sounded watery and murky. Like there was something blocking his hearing. "Are you okay? Brother!"
Alphonse picked up another thick book and placed it on the cramped wooden table. "Are you sure we'll be okay, brother? I don't think it'll work." That's stupid.
"What'd you mean, Al, doubting me? We're obviously gonna do it! I have all the chemicals, see! There's the water, over there's the iron and phosphorus, and everything else is on the table, too! We can't fail! There's no way!" And they pressed their hands on the circle. He remembered screaming, and an uncomfortable thrum settling in his chest.
"Alphonse!"
Worry. Fear. Anger. Sickening pride. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid child. It said. You should never have crossed my path. Go back to your pitiful existance, now, Human. And then everything stopped-- time froze--
What can I do--
--Alphonse, oh god,
--where is my little brother!?
Worry. Fear. Anger. Where is my little brother? It mocked. Then the gates shut and everything stopped.
Don't you dare come back, you discusting Impersonator.
Rewind.
"Brother?" Alphonse said as the same familiar emptiness etched into his brain.
Impersonator? I don't remember Truth saying that... What does it mean?
He nodded and his blurred vision focused on his brother. "Mmhmm."
"Shhh. Just a minute." Alphonse turned aroundand walked back out of the presumably small room he was in.
"I TOLD YOU NO!" Clearly Alphonse's voice shouted.
"THAT- THAT BOY IS MENTALLY UNSTABLE!"
"OH FUCK OFF, YOU CRACKPOT DOCTOR."
A sickening crack was heard. What was that?
"OW!" A pause. Quieter. "I am trying to help you, but you don't seem to be cooperating." A growl.
"If there's something wrong with my brother, sir." The word was used mockingly. "Then tell me exactly whats wrong, and then fuck off, because I don't give a shit." Alphonse was angry.
(Brother was angry, and he couldn't be. Lucky.)
(He wished that was sarcasm.)
(He really did.)
"Just because he can't feel fucking emotions doesn't mean he'll go ahead and kill someone just for the sake of it, you dumb fuck!" Brother's swearing a lot. He giggled.
"But it doesn't mean he won't!" This doctor was fucking stupid!
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I love the doctor XOX Also, nothing I write is beta read, I just spell check it and then rewrite it with all the key parts of the chapter. So this one isn't the original chapter. Ah well.