Okay, so I had a dream last night that two of my favorite Fullmetal Alchemist characters came to our world. So, I threw that, something close to a plot, and my uncontrollable imagination together, and you get this crap! Yaaay!

Please don't shoot me. There's a ton of stories like this one. Yeah.

Also, my real life friend was in my dream, and this just didn't seem as fun without her x3. So I've included her on this by making her the artist AND a main character! I'll include a link to her picture of what we both look like on the next chapter. She'll most likely make an illustration for each chapter, posted on the next.

Gwen's comments: Yeah, I'll probably be able to make a picture for each chapter. No sweat!

Thank you, Gwendolen!

You call me Gwen.

Thank you, Gwen!

Now, without further ado...

DA DA DA DAAA!

POOP!

"Ina! It's been almost a half an hour! Hurry up already!" one of my bestest friends, Gwen, shouted down the hallway. I could hear her heeled boots tapping impatiently all the way from the bathroom.

"Gimme a minute, will yah?! These are my first contacts!" I shouted back, strategically placing the plastic-rubber thing over my left eye while steadying my eyelids with the other hand. "Come on, I did it once," I mumbled to myself, "I can do it again!" The foreign object connected and I pulled my hands away, blinking several times. "Geez... Okay, finished!"

I turned off the light, tugged up my boots, and pulled out a necklace with a turquoise pendant from the Ebay package box.

"This would be such a weird meeting," Gwen remarked quietly as we stepped down the carpeted stairs together.

"It would. Later, mom! We'll be home at 11, okay?" I waved to my mom who was sitting in a metal fold-out chair with a basket of assorted candies sitting, untouched, on a small table beside her.

"Alright then. Bye, have fun!" She smiled back. When she thought we were out of earshot, my blonde-haired friend and I heard her say to herself, "As whatever you two are supposed to be."

I rolled my now purple-colored eyes. "I thought we told her that you were a thief and I was a regal lady from the early 1900's?"

"Whatever. She has her senior moments. Now," her green-blue eyes lit up with deviousness, "did you get the cheap toilet paper, Silly String Guns, and multiple-colored car markers?"

I held up the pillowcase full of the classic weapons for Halloween pranks (that aren't punishable by law =_=; ), grinning like one of those psychotic, bloodthirsty clowns you see if you search "Evil Clown" on any image search. (Do it, I dare you.) "Thank you, minimum wage!"

"Ready, Dante?" she mock-bowed to me.

"Clara, dear-" I started, then paused, examining her mask and leather cosplay outfit, "- Scratch that - Psiren, I was born ready." I never really quite got the hang of Dante's voice impersonation like Gwen could imitate Lust perfectly. Not kidding - she scares me sometimes.

We strode up the street, the misty night air illuminated only by the lone street lights and children's flashlights. The sky overhead was completely overcast and colored that ominous rusty brown color. What were we planning to do that night? Walk up the street to the neighborhood filled with kids more our age and scare the crap out of them as often as we could. This one ridiculously preppy girl who goes to our high school, unfortunately, lives up here right near my house. There's only two good things that can come out of that: 1) She gets frightened a lot - very easily, might I add - and when she DOES get scared, it goes WAY beyond that. She goes ballistic and nearly bawls her brains out if someone walked up behind her and went, "Boo." 2) We were looking for some scaring. Score.

The two of us were grinning at the thought of it while passing a tiny little woods right next to my grumpy-old-lady neighbor's house. We couldn't wait to write "I fight tacos!" all over people's cars in bright yellow, red, and purple, to throw a roll of toilet paper back-and-forth over a house, to fire silly string through water guns at random passerbys, and - most importantly - to scream at the top of our lungs when that girl turns a corner and pees her pink mini-skirt. It was going to be yet another successful Halloween night at torturing the souls of unsuspecting neighbors, this time in my neighborhood!

Turns out, it was going to be a little different this year.

Haha, you'll NEVER guess what happens next!!! *sarcasm.

I think this story is SUPPOSED to be short and predictable. Gwen and I decided that one chapter just wasn't enough. It might be like... five! OHHH, WHAT NOWWW!

Hey, I need moar funny lines! Gimme moar funny lines, Katina!

NEVER. Well, okay fine.

Yey.

So... Bye.