Next Victim: Winry Rockbell
Chapter Two
" Ahem...KNOW YOUR STARS, know your stars, KNOW your STARS!" Roy Mustangs' voice yelled from the apparent ceiling. He was practicing. " No...no, that's not right, it's needs to be more edgy." He said, talking to himself.
" Get, " Someone coughed before continuing." OFF MY MICORPHONE, PARACHUTE PANTS!" The voice of the previous narrator, a young girl as it sounded. Struggling was heard from the beyond. A enourmus smacking sound was heard and it went silent. At that exact moment, blonde and bouncy Winry Rockbell came in the dark room. She was running around in circles, muttering something about a lost screwdriver.
" Oooh, perfect opportunity." The voice from the great obseliteness said. Suddenly, a screw flew out from the ceiling and fell on the directors chair that was placed in the exact middle of the room. Winry spotted the screw and dived for it. As she went to grab the screw, ropes came up from the ground and wrapped around Winry, she started to scream bloody murder as the ropes pushed her into the directors infamous chair.
" Help me! Edward, HELP!" She screeched, tugging at the ropes. A snapping sound was heard and the ropes disappeared. Winry looked around, still sitting in the chair, quite confused.
" Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars..."
" Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky..." Winry sang, extremly off key. The voice growled.
" What do you think you're doing singing!" The narrator said, sounding bewildered.
" Well, what you said reminded me of a song, so I decided to sing--" She was cut off.
" Know your stars, know your stars, know your, notasongyouidiot stars..." The voice murmered quickly. " Winry Rockbell, her favorite sport is women's figure skating..."
" Not true, my favorite sport is Sumo Wrestling."
" But occasionaly you watch figure skating..."
" No, I do not. Can't you hear, I don't like figure skating. Sumo Wrestling." Winry explained, taking out a file and filing her nails.
" Hey, what you be doing? Are you listening to me? I am INSULTING you, you should be crying! At least a wimper!" The voice pleaded.
" Okay, try another insult." Winry muttered, staring at her cuticles.
" Alright, you're on blondey!" The voice cried." Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars...Winry Rockbell, she gets to sleep by huggling her favorite sausage!" Winry had a look of annoyance.
" I'm allergic to sausage, why would I hug it?"
" Because you like the feel of it's soft sausage exterior." The voice chuckled.
" THAT'S CRAZY! Only weird people would cuddle up to a meat product." Winry shouted.
" Sausage." The voice corrected.
" Whatever!" Winry was annoyed now, she pulled out her wrench and threw it at the ceiling. " Take that, you fiend!"
" Oh my, yummy desert!" The narrator giggled as the wrench disappeared, munching noises were heard and the wrench eventually came flying back down. It hit Winry square in the head. She bent down and picked up her discarded wrench, she was surprised to see several large bite marks all across it, actually there was hardly any wrench left at all. Winry stared up at the ceiling.
" DUSKOY!" Winry yelled abrubtly.
" Erm...what was that about?"
" I don't know, I just hear sumo wrestlers say that sometimes." Winry replied, striking up a conversation.
" Wait, so you really do like sumo wrestling?" The voice asked, generally interested. The narrator suddenly got an image of Edward Elric in a thong. She shook the mental picture away." Ew."
" Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars!" The voice said quickly, remembering her job. " Winry Rockbell...she was flushed down the toilet as a child by Edward, but your head was so enourmus that you got stuck."
" Er..."
" What?"
" That was kind of mean." Winry said, tears welling up in her eyes.
" I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just my job!" The voice cracked. " That's it, I'm going to have to call my physchologist again!" The narrator went silent as a door slamming was heard. Suddenly Winry cackled a witchy cackle.
" I've done it, I got rid of the scary 'know your stars' narrator, I am truly a gifted genius, that I am." She gave herself a pat on the back, got up and left. The room was completely dark and empty again, not a sound was heard, almost.
" Excuse me? Yes, I'd like to talk to Dr. Leona Miriam...yes, yes, I'll hold." The narrator sniffled, apparently she really was contacting her shrink. Without her knowing it, someone had cracked the door open to the torture room and was running around in circles. The narrator noticed this.
" Hey, you! Who's down there, who has entered my domain?" She yelled. The person jumped two feet into the air.
" Luitentant Colonel Maes Hughes, who are you?" The man answered, cautiously.
" Dr. Miriam, I'm gonna have to call you back." The voice said and started to laugh manaically. " Next!"
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Eh? Okay? Ah, well that's good. Sorry for the wait...if anyone's been waiting.