Me: I'm sorry. (*Shot*) I'm sorry! (*Brick'd*) I SAID I'M SORRY! (*Alchemized into the floor*)

Edward: 4 freakin' months! Do you know how ticked off they (Points out to the audience) are?

Me: I know, I'm sorry! Don't kill me, Eddie! T_T

Envy: For once I'm agreeing with the Fullmetal Shrimp. And I hate him!

Me: I know, Envy! Mischief-sama said sorry like a million times already!

Envy: Bri does not own Fullmetal Alchemist. She only owns Mischief.

Edward: Since her OC is in here... (Death-glare at me)

Envy: That's right... (Death-glare at me)

Me: Come on, I'll keep writing! I'll even lighten up on the censoring! Just don't kick my ass, pleeease! T_T

"Oy, Eddie, are you sure it's a good idea to escape from a hotel suite like this? I mean, we're freakin' alchemists. Couldn't we make a ladder, or a fireman's pole, or-"

"If we use alchemy, we'll be noticed, Mischief."

"Yeah, because a suit of armor, a kid in a bright red coat, and the spaz that beat up a serial killer climbing down a blanket just screams subtle."

"Quiet, Mischief. just be careful-"

"GAAAAH!"

Face, meet concrete floor. He's related to the floor back in Mustang's office. I bet you miss the other floor. Of course you do. The other floor was carpet.

So... Ed found out what Philosopher's Stone is made of, Armstrong busted the door down, we figured out what Lab 5 did. And... I dunno, I guess Armstrong grounded us 'cuz we aren't allowed to run into Lab 5 and kick ass.

Of course we escaped. Now we're running around in the streets at the dead of night with no flashlight. Kids, don't try this at home. Wait, my name's Mischief so... forget what I just said.

When we got to Lab 5, we noticed a guard there. Wait, I don't remember him being there last week.

"Suspicious..."

"How do we get in?"

"Do we make an entrance?"

"I'm on it!" I punched the wall before either of them could object.

But apparently I don't get super strength like the other homunculi, so I basically only hurt my hand. Owww...

"That leaves..." Ed looked up at the wall.

Me, forgetting this very important detail in the manga, whispered to Al "Throw me up!"

"But Mischief-"

"Throw me!"

Al threw up onto the wall. That was barb-wired. And I landed on my un-gloved left hand. We're trying to be sneaky here, and I must scream.

Well, these are my thoughts so I might as well.

Double: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! DX

Edward soon landed besides me with a look on his face that said 'You should've listened to Al.' He lowered a barb-wire for Al to climb up the wall. Without hissing in pain like I did. Stupid metal limbs.

So after we climbed over the wall, and saw the trap door was blocked, Ed decided to climb in through the air vent.

"Ed's gonna have to go in there alone."

"Why?" Al asked.

"The air vent is for midgets only." This earned me a kick to the head. "Ow! Ed, that was your metal leg!" But Edward already slipped into the air vent. Air vent...

"Al..."

"What?"

"Hold me up to the air vent."

"But you won't fit."

I held up a recording device with a devilish grin. "Trust me, Al. All I need is for my arm to fit."

The suit of armor held me up to the wide-open air vent so I could record this little rant...

"Man, it's so hard to move in here. A normal-sized person wouldn't fit at all. Good thing I'm small..." BLAM! "Nooooo! DX" Edward must've bashed his head again the wall as punishment for calling himself small. And I recorded it. Blackmail~!

"Al! He finally admitted to being small!"

"My brother?"

"You know anyone that small? Al, you know the best part?"

"What?"

I pulled my arm out of the air vent. "I recorded it!"

I made a devious grin, and Al did as devious a grin a suit of armor could make. Again, BLACKMAIL IS SWEET~! And after deviously giggling to ourselves, I finally look up at the moon.

There was a large black figure that stood out against the shine of the moon and there was something shiny in the figure's hand. Like a murderer in a movie, or a bear hunting with a big shiny thingy...

Epic... Truly epic...

Wait...CRAP... IS THAT A FREAKIN' CLEAVER? O_O

Before I could slip a 'DAMMIT, RUUUN!', the figure jumped from the roof and slammed his BFK (Big F_ing Knife) into the ground were Alphonse was two seconds ago.

"Who are you?" Al asked.

"And where can I get one of those knives? IT'S SO SHINY~!"

"Mischief!"

"Oh! Sorry, Al~. Hi, 66!" I waved to the killer random dude that just tried to make one of my favorite characters into sushi.

"Wait, how do you know his name already?"

"The muffins at the hotel told me!"

"How did the heck do the muffins know?"

"Fool! The muffins know everything!"

Then me and Al started arguing about the magic muffins that reminded me of the dude's number. Leaving the dude with cleaver giving us a plain 'WTF' look.

Sooo sorry 'bout the delay peoples... Writer's block sucks...

Everyone: Months... Months...!

Me: Anyways, review! ^^ Please...?