Roy opened the door to his apartment to find it completely empty He looked at the barren cot that looked as if it hadn't been slept in for weeks. That made sense; Kimbley would have surely slept in his bed right? So he walked into his room, to find the bed a mess, also looking as if it hadn't been slept in for weeks. Where was that mutt?
"Kimbley! Come on out, this isn't funny!" But nothing answered his call. No padding, no jingling of a collar, nothing.
"Oh no," He whispered to himself, growing frantic, "Kimbley! Damn it, where is he?" He growled and continued searching the small building. "I don't like this game, Kimbley!"
How he hoped this was all just some sick game. That the chimera would jump out and yell, 'surprise!' at any moment. But no such thing happened.
He fell to the ground in shock. Obsidian eyes wide with fear for his pet. He knew something bad would happen to Kimbley. He should have heeded the feeling of dread in his gut.
How could they've taken him though? Why him? He was probably alone and scared. Hopefully he'd heed Roy's order. Mustang couldn't imagine what he'd do if he found Kimbley dead, or worse.
"Don't die. Just don't die, Kimbley. Don't you dare disobey me."