I was driving home with my brother earlier this week, when I saw a Mustang car (and was reminded of the idea of buying a car of that brand, and having the licence plate read "Roy"), and wondered what Ed would have to say about that. Hence, this was created. Note: this short story here (points to story below) requires suspension of disbelief; I'll give you time to properly tie it up and adhere it to your ceiling fan.
Driving Mr. Elric
W-what the heck is that ...Cannot be serious...
I walk toward the car, and sure enough, emblazoned on the rear bumper of a blue car, the word "Mustang" sits, almost smugly, along with the licence plate giving a fair clue as to who owns it: ROY.
"Admiring the Colonel's new car, Chief?"
Starting, I look up to see Havoc, a slight smile and cigarette at his mouth.
"I guess," I say.
"Careful, though," he warns, "he said he'd barbeque anyone who gets too close to it." Havoc laughs as he rolls his eyes. "See ya inside, Ed."
"Bye," I reply to his back. He waves in response. "Barbeque, huh?" I mutter to myself, "we'll see about that." Lightly, I clap my hands together, and gently touch them to the car.
(Perspective Change:3rd person, Roy-centric)
Finally, he thinks, walking out the door. I can go ho-oh? He walks a bit quicker now, to reach outside the gates of the office. That color car isn't supposed to be there, Roy muses, eyebrows turning downward in confusion, royal-blue eyes flashing. As he flings open the gate, he winces, taking in the damage bit by bit: The deep shade of red, instead of blue, the "ROY" replaced with an "E", and, the last straw, "Elric" imposed onto the bumper in the same style "Mustang" had been.
Oh, he's good, Roy grudgingly thinks, placing the keys in the lock and getting in the newly redone automobile.