Mr. Mustang, Please Don't Blow Up the Pharmacy!
By: Andy Made for: Aeris009 and Lauren-loves-Ryuichi
Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist in any way, except in my dreams. Neither do I own or want to own Wal-Mart.
Roy stared with pure hatred at the rows and rows of medicines. It was all their fault. Why did he choose to work at the local smiley-obsessed Wal-Mart? Wait, it was because he needed the money and Ed had recommended it. Now he knows why Ed had that look on his face.
Just the other day he was pointlessly called into the manager's office just so she could gloat as she told him he was under investigation for supposedly on purpose giving a cranky old bitch the wrong medicine. Roy didn't give her the satisfaction of seeing horror or despair on his face. No, he laughed.
'The old lady so deserved it! She shouldn't have called me good for nothing! And in a nice voice! Aren't old ladies supposed to be sweet!' Roy silently raged inside his head. 'The fucking idiots can't even figure out that this isn't the first time I've switched pills on people!'
An idea suddenly popped into his head. He started to laugh.
"That will teach them never to call me useless!"
He stopped when he noticed the looks. Oh well, they would never give him that look again in a few moments.
Mr. Mustang slowly straightened up, adjusted his uniform, walked out of the pharmacy, and pulled on his gloves.
Smirking, Roy Mustang snapped his fingers.
Hi! Again! I finally got this story up! Which I guess is more a drabble. Still! Please Review! And to use a much used phrase, FEED THE AUTHOR.---Andy