Ahem. Hello, everyone! –is now scared of her laptop, thanks to the comment someone said- Well, I've been reading over things, and I've found that I'm more in here then any of the FMA characters. O.o. I was like "WTF is with THAT?". Then, of course, I got a review and I was like "O.O…". SO! I've decided to give us the boot. Therefore, it'll be the FMA characters, like the first chapter, from now on. Except for ones written in script format!
Anna: I've got a feeling things are gonna get seriously weird around here. O.o…
Misty: Wish us luck, people! Oh, one last thing. I'm rather odd, right? I write these psycho fanfics, but I love Fort Minor. xDDD. I guess you've gotta have a bit of everything to create something so psycho, huh? I've got happiness, depression, anger, every human emotion there could possibly be. But, God, you people don't care about this shit, so ON WITH THE FIC!
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA… or Pee Wee's Playhouse… not that that's gonna come in at any time. Nope. Not ever. Nu-uh.
Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, was staying at some ratty Inn with his brother, Alphonse Elric, the tin can, due to some lame mission Roy Mustang, Gay-Boy and Flame Alchemist, had assigned him because he was too lazy to do it himself! Well, Al was around somewhere. O.o. But not there, because that would screw up the upcoming joke. Well, Ed was bored. Al wasn't there and there was nothing to do. He stared at the wall for a moment, sitting on the bed. He lied on the floor with his feet on the bed. She tried to see if he could fit under the bed a few times, just to pass the time. He screwed around with his suitcase, occasionally cursing in frustration. He stared out the window for, what felt like, hours but was actually ten seconds. He banged his head on the wall a few times. Then he found a mirror! He stared at himself in the mirror for a while, bored.
"Since when do I wear such tight pants?" he mumbled to himself, turning around and looking at the mirror over his shoulder. "Weird." He said, turning back to face the mirror. "Hm… I think I liked my hair better green.. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!" he yelled, running out of the room. He ran out of the Inn, screaming. Down the road, down the streets, and into a stop sign.
"Dude… what the hell!" (A/N: -singing- Slip out the back before they know you were there, and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, 'cuase you don't wanna be around when it all goes down. Even heroes know when to be scared --…. Oh! Sorry! ) a female voice said.
"Ow" Ed mumbled, sitting on the ground.
"Man. Get some glasses" the girl said, looking at this weird, screaming, stop-sign-running-in-to midget.
"I don't need glasses!" Ed yelled, glaring at this girl.
"Whatever, dude." She said, continuing to walk.
"Damn little street monkey thinks she can.." Ed mumbled angrily to himself as he stood up and brushed himself off. "Well, things have been worse, I guess" Ed said, looking around. He crossed his arms. "OK.. .now where am I?" he asked himself.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Ed spazzed. Someone had screamed. A girl. He turned to the left to see the same girl who had told him to get glasses running from something. She flew past him and tore around the corner, a tidal wave of Roy Mustangs…. Wearing pink tutus… Bad mental image!
"What in the name of… AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ed yelled, turning and running.
Elsewhere.
"For the last time, sir, I am NOT a robot bent on taking over the world!" Al yelled. He was at the grocery store, and the manager was a little… special.
"BE GONE DEMON!" the manager shouted, pointing a mop at Al. Poor Alphonse sighed.
"Can I talk to the assistant manager?" he asked politely.
"BE GONE I SAY! BEGONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The manager yelled. Al glared.
"Man, this is a waist of time" he said, turning around and walking away.
"Another demon vanquished by Inuyasha!" the manager said
".. Um… Boss?.. You're not Inuyasha" a employee said.
"FIRED! YOU'RE FIRED!" the manager yelled.
"AHHHHHH!" the employee screamed, running out the door. The manager crossed his arms.
"That's right. Run.. RUN!" he yelled, slamming the door.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"What the?" the manager and employees said. They ran out of the store and saw the Roy Tutu Tidal Wave.
"HOLY---!" The manager yelled, before they were all hit and swept away in the heard of Roys along with Ed, Al, the some girl, and millions of towns people.
What will become of these poor people? Why is there an army of Roy Mustangs wearing pink tutus! Why does the manager think he's Inuyasha! WHY AM I ASKING SO MANY DAMN QUESTIONS!
Only YOU can decide!... Well, I'll be deciding, BUT YOU SEND IN IDEAS!
Stay tuned to Misty's FMA Funnies to see what the hell's going on!
