A/N:This is very short, and done on complete lack of sleep! Why do you say it 'marshmellow' but spell it marshmallow? I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, or any characters used!
Roy Mustang kept his gaze firmly locked on the Marshmallow. The papers on his desk had all been pushed aside, and there was nothing to interfere. A lone candle burned on the desk, already dripping hot wax down the candle stick. Roy had been at this task for a while, but he had no intentions of quitting. He was far too stubborn to give the idea anything more then a passing thought to the idea. He was, after all, the Flame Alchemist.
"So, you think you're tough, do you?" Roy smirked, and moved his candle closer to the marshmallow. "Just wait, I'll have you begging for mercy within an hour." The marshmallow remained composed, but it was stickier then before. Roy was slowly breaking through the sugary puffballs defenses. It wouldn't be long now.
"That's it, just like the others, you'll fall. Don't worry, I can keep you alive for hours, of that's what it takes. After I melt you down into a simple, helpless blob of sugary sorrow I'll put you on hot coals, and let them slowly burn you down to nothing." Roy jabbed a finger at his victim, and watched the marshmallow shiver in fear. "Yeah, that's right, there's no use hiding. I can see right through your disguise. You're shaking down to the last molecule"
The marshmallow didn't quiver, or melt. It sat still on the desk, trying to be stoic. Roy could see through the disguise now. It was trying to be clever, and discourage Roy. Admittedly the marshmallow's loyalty was admirable, but loyalty would avail it nothing in the face of Roy's resolve.
Roy tipped hot wax over the marshmallow, and watched it run down the sides of the fear white victim. "Aha, I saw that, not so tough now, are you? Well, let's try this again. I know you know where everything is. I questioned your friend, and he told me everything you know, so don't play dumb"
The marshmallow's sides were beginning to loose shape, and the sharp edges were beginning to sag. The end was near. Roy was almost disappointed, but the thrill of victory kept him from it.
"I wouldn't go in there Fury, The Colonel is still upset about the camping trip," Havoc warned as the younger man reached for the door knob. Fury stopped immediately, and stepped back from the door.
"The one that got rained out last weekend?" Fury asked his face perplexed. He had yet to see Colonel Mustang at his craziest moments.
"Yup, either that, or he's off his meds again. I can never be sure which." Havoc took a long draw from his cigarette, and glanced around for Hawkeye. "I just hope he doesn't make a mess on his desk, or Hawkeye may have a few choice bullets for him."
Fury looked perplexed, and walked off, his paper unsigned, and very, very confused with the world in general.