Surprise early update! It's my biggest chapter ever! (over 5,000 words and 14 pages, although it's more like 6,000 words with my authors notes.)

I could not help but update this chapter early. And it's because this chapter is what I've been working towards since the beginning. (Yes in a story that supposed to be about brother's finding each other again, Ed and Al's reunion was not what I was most excited about) I'm sure you're all happy that it's a big chapter and it's early but trust me, get to the end and you will not be so happy anymore.

DO NOT, UNDER PENALTY OF SUPER LATE UPDATE, GO STRAIGHT TO THE END! I MEAN IT!

"Winry told them apparently."

Winry turned around and stared at the back of Maes. He was talking on his phone a few feet away from the door to their Motel room. She had been talking to Roy and Jean for a while, telling them to strictly keep their mouths shut about Ed or else they'd be in serious trouble. She was about to come back into the room when she heard the words come out of Maes' mouth.

"What did you say to him?" Winry snapped, realizing too late what he had been doing on the phone.

"I said what I told you I was going to say!" Maes shouted over his shoulder, moving the phone a bit away from his mouth.

"No. You said that I 'told them apparently'!" Winry yelled, furious and absolutely freaking out over what Ed must think of her now; spilling his most important secret to whoever had the nerve to mention it to her.

"Well didn't you?"

"It's not like I went and blabbed to them!" she screamed before Winry ran over to him and seized the phone out of Maes' hand. "Edward! Edward, I didn't blab to them! They had already found out and they came to me because-."

"Because you were sure to know," Ed finished in a hollow voice. "But I know now that I have to learn what I should and should not tell certain people because I thought you wouldn't tell."

"No Edward, I didn't!" Winry pleaded. "Roy found out on his own and then he came to me and I had to-."

"Whatever."

Winry continued to yell and plead through the phone even though she had realized that Ed had obviously ended the call. With tears quickly forming in her eyes, Winry closed Maes' phone with a snap before she rounded on him.

"What the Hell is wrong with you Maes Hughes?"Winry spat, throwing the cell phone with uncanny accuracy at its owner head, not caring if the cell phone had broken or if Maes was bleeding. "Are you seriously that retarded and tactless? Couldn't you have phrased it any different way? GOD DAMMIT!" The three teens flinched at this and Winry was sure that Riza and Sheska had stepped out of the room now to see what was going on; but she did not care. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be smart, you can be such a dumbass!"

Winry let out one last noise that sounded like a roaring jungle cat before she pushed past the bumbling and stuttering teenage boys and ran for her van. Once inside, she started the van and bolted out of the parking lot as fast as the old automobile would move. At the first red light, Winry bent over and began to search through the piles of trash that had been left on the floor; somewhere there were directions to Al's house from the Motel. She had to wait until the next red light before she would be able to lay her hands on the paper only to find that she had to turn completely around. This was no matter to talk about over a phone, something Maes should have though about. Finally, Winry reached Al's house, found a parking space, and all but threw herself across the front lawn before banging onto the door.

"H-hello?" Winry asked, suddenly feeling nervous at the sight of Edward's father. She had hoped that neither of Al's foster parents would have answered the door but she also hoped that it would be Al to answer the door.

"You're Winry, right?" he asked pleasantly, moving out of the way to let her through.

"Um yes, Mister…?"

"Hohenheim," he said before extending a hand to shake; Winry accepted the hand before shutting the door behind her.

"Mr. Hohenheim, uh, is Ed here?"

"He should be but I'm not sure if you should talk to him right now. He's had a pretty long day-."

"Ed told me about what you told him," Winry said quickly, hoping this would let her get to him quicker.

"Everything?"

"Well, he called me earlier and told me what you said before. Why? Did you tell him the rest?" Winry asked quickly, not caring if she was butting in.

"Yes but, I would not like to tell you since it is his-."

"Oh no!" Winry exclaimed, waving her hands franticly. "No, I don't want to know! I just…it's just…"

Winry's knees suddenly felt weak and fatigue seemed to pile down on her body as she tried to fight off the tears that were stinging in her eyes. Hohenheim, seeing this, placed a gentle hand on her back and led her towards the living room and sat her down on one of the couches.

"What happened?"

"Ugh…" Winry whispered as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Well you see, I was the only one Ed ever told what was going on with Kimblee, so he'd tell me if something was bothering him. But a few years ago our friend Roy found out and I told him not to mention it to anyone. He didn't until a bit ago when he let it slip to our other friend Jean and then he came to me and I told him to keep his mouth shut," Winry's voice had been relatively steady and clear during her story telling but now her words just seemed to meld together in a hysteric jumble which Hohenheim could barley decipher. "But when I was talking to Ed earlier, Roy and Jean had mentioned something about Ed's home and our friend Maes overheard and then I told him to ask Ed himself because I was sick of telling Ed's secret to everybody but then he did and then the was Maes phrased it he made it sound like I had blabbed to everyone and then Ed got really pissed- as he should because I should not have told anyone in the first place!- but then he hung up on me and, and…I just wanted to come here to try and make him understand that I didn't blab to everyone and that it was all just accident!"

"I'm sure Ed will understand once he gets a chance to listen to what you've got to say."

"But the thing is he probably won't want to talk to me," Winry moaned mistily.

"Well…how many people know?"

"Probably everyone now!" Winry exclaimed, tossing her hands in the air. "Roy and Jean and Maes know and I'd bet money that either Sheska or Riza was listening by the door so whoever heard us fight probably forced it out of one of the boys! And now Ed'll hate me forever…"

Hohenheim stared at the girl for several minutes. Al had mentioned to him earlier that Ed had a 'major crush' on a girl named Winry. He smiled fondly at the idea of his son actually having feelings for a girl but quickly wiped away the smile incase she looked at him and saw him smiling, thinking that he was laughing at her.

"Well, let's go talk to him about it," Hohenheim said, standing up.

"But-."

"If you're planning on waiting around until he comes to you, I'm afraid you'll be waiting here quite a while."

After a moment of deliberation, Winry nodded and got up off the couch. She followed Hohenheim up the stairs and down a small hallway. Winry stopped about halfway down the hall in front of a door, bearing a childishly drawn sign reading 'Al's Room'.

"Is Al home?"

"No, he out with his some of his friends."

"Oh. I just hoped that maybe Al would help keep Ed under control," Winry mumbled before she picked up her pace and continued walking down the hall.

Hohenheim raised his fist and knocked several times on the door but received no answer.

"Edward. I know that you're in there," he said in a loud voice so as to get through the layer of wood. "I want to talk to you for a minute. You said that we'd talk later so come on."

Winry could practically see Ed let out an annoyed groan, roll off his bed onto the floor, before stumbling towards the door. It was something she would have smiled at if it weren't for the fact that Ed was royally pissed off at her.

"Dad, right now is not the best time so could we just-," Ed began as he opened the door but stopped when his eyes set onto Winry and his eyes quickly hardened. "What the Hell are you doing here?"

"Ed I-!"

"Winry has come here to try and make you understand that she did not 'blab your secret to the world'," Hohenheim said while looking at Winry to confirm the wording.

"It doesn't matter if it was one person or one million! You still told!"

"Not on purpose! Ed you have to let me explain!"

"I don't want to hear it-!"

"Edward!" Hohenheim yelled, gripping onto the door to stop his son from slamming it in their faces.

"What?"

"Listen to your friend. Or I will make you."

"Yeah, right old man, I'd like to see you try-." Ed scoffed before he was cut off mid sentence by Winry's right hook.

"Listen you idiot! I didn't let it slip to Roy or Jean! Roy sawKimblee in the act and then came to me and I had to tell him what you told me so he wouldn't go running to the police! Alright? And then he blabbed to Jean and he came to me! I'm sorry if those two are too stupid to keep their traps shut but it's not my fault okay?"

Winry finished her little diatribe, leaving her in a huff. Hohenheim eyed his son and then moved to the object of his apparent affection.

Way to pick a girl Edward, was all he could think at the present moment, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"So if you're going to be mad at me, at least now you know that I didn't tell anyone by choice," Winry turned to then Hohenheim. "Thanks for your help Mr. Hohenheim."

"Oh, I'm not sure you even needed it."

"Well…I'll be going now," Winry said awkwardly before she began to turn to walk down the hall with Ed still sprawled on the ground in shock.

"Wait Winry," Ed said as he pushed himself off the ground while nursing his red cheek with his cool automail hand. "What do you mean Roy saw Kimblee in the act?"

Shocked silence filled the cramped Motel room; it was as if an enormous bomb had landed on the friends and killing all of their voices. No one could really believe what Roy and Jean had just told everyone. Sure, they had known that Edward's relationship with his foster parent Kimblee was strained at best but…abusive? No, they could not be right, could they?

"Wait, wait, wait…"Sheska muttered, looking horribly lost and confused, "That can't be right. I mean, it's not right-!"

"Just because something's not right doesn't mean that it can't happen," Roy reminded her quietly.

"Dammit," cursed Maes. "How could I have not seen what was right in front of my eyes? I should have noticed."

"We all should have noticed," Riza said quietly. "We're his friends but we never noticed it. We could have helped."

"It was harder to notice since Ed didn't show all of the idiosyncrasies of abused kids," Roy informed them in a calm voice. "He never appeared scared to go home after school but only seemed angry at Kimblee-."

"Which wasn't weird because he was obviously a douche-bag," Jean supplied.

"Right…but I realized after a while that even though Ed seemed able to keep everything under control did any of you guys see the other kids or heard Ed tell stories about them? Because it appeared like Sammy had become the houses primary care giver of the house and children acting either very mature or immature can be signs of abuse."

"Ed probably worked hard to make sure nothing ever seemed that out of place," Riza commented, her brown eyes filled with concern and thought. "But none of the other kids seemed that upset and, as younger kids, they should have been less likely to deal with it."

"Winry told us that Ed usually got all if not most of the abuse Kimblee gave them," Jean said quietly.

"What are we going to do?" Sheska asked, looking close to tears.

"Wait until Winry comes back to tell us what happened," Roy answered as he reclined a bit in his seat but his face still looked to serious for his youthful face.

"Are you sure you want to tell him?" Winry asked as she and Ed walked down the hallway towards Al's room.

"No but since the secrets out, I guess it's the only thing I should do," Ed sighed, dragging his feet to prolong his short trip down the hall. "I mean, how could I keep a secret like that from Al when everyone else knows?"

Ed took a deep breath before he raised his left fist and knocked on his brother's door. Al had returned home an hour ago but during that time, Winry was busy retelling Ed what everyone had known and telling him that he should not be so worried about what everyone else was going to think while he was repeating to her astonished ears everything that his father had told him. He knew that he had to tell Al; it was the right thing to do and for once, he'd actually do the right thing.

"What's up Ed-Winry?" Al asked in surprise when he saw the blond girl standing behind Ed, looking calm but Ed could still see the worry lurking in her eyes. "I didn't know you were here."

Al then proceeded to give the two questioning looks that made Ed want to smack the smirk off of his brother's face. Really! It wasn't like he had told his brother that he was in love with her!

But then again, we were just in my bedroom for the past hour alone…oh boy.

"You can knock that smirk off of your face because we weren't doing anything," Ed growled, crossing his arms across his chest and scowling.

"Oh really?"

"Yes Alphonse," Winry sighed.

"Okay, so what's up?"

Winry gave Ed a small push on the small of his back, forcing him a step forward. Ed stumbled a bit before he moved to grip the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.

"Um, can I talk to you for a bit?" Ed asked hesitantly.

"Sure…" Al said, uncertain, moving away from the doorframe to let Ed inside. Winry decided to hang back in the hallway; this was a talk best put between brothers after all.

It was hard to make herself stay in her spot outside of Al's door; just listening to the louder, although slightly garbled, parts of Edward's confession and Alphonse' reaction. She wanted to be in there, to help Ed along with the proper wordings and to help Al with his own reaction but she could not. It was not her place to stick her head into other people's business.

After about ten minutes, Winry had sunk to the floor and sat down on the plush carpeting; arms wrapped around her knees, which she kept close to her chest with her left ear pressed to the wall in hopes of hearing something. Twenty minutes passed and Winry began to worry; she had not heard any shouting but maybe Al had simply been shocked into silence. She did not know; all Winry did know was if no one emerged from the room soon, she would have to barge into the room and find out herself. But minutes came and went before they turned into an hour.

Come on guys!

Finally, after some time of muttering to herself and pacing in front of the door, Winry decided to open up the door. Slowly she inched it open, first poking her eyes through the crack before she opened it a bit further.

"Hello?"

The two boys sat on Al's bed on opposite sides, not looking at each other. Ed looked both awkward and embarrassed while Al's face was a collage of expressions varying from confusion to fear to worry to anger. Not knowing exactly what to do, Wiry cleared her throat. Ed looked up at her, appearing startled, but Al continued to stare at his comforter.

"Um…" Winry stuttered for a moment when her eyes met Ed's slightly glazed over eyes. "I, I think that Izumi's making dinner…d-do you want me to bring up some…?"

Ed's face broke into a small smile after a moment before he got up, stretched his tired mussels, and took a few steps towards the door before he turned to look at his brother. Al had made no inclination that he had even heard Winry as he continued to sit on the comforter, looking almost pathetically helpless.

"Hey Al," Ed said. "We should get some food."

At the mention of food, Al's stomach gave loud grumble that made Ed smile endearingly at him.

"Come on. You're starving," Ed said before he sighed, walked to where his brother was sitting and kneeled down in front of him. Speaking in a softer voice that Winry had to strain her ears to hear, he said, "We can talk about it more later okay? And I promise that when I get back, all of that is going to change. I'm not letting that bastard hurt anyone else, okay?"

Al looked up and stared into Ed's eyes for a moment, still holding the array of emotions on his face. He stayed like that for another moment before he spoke in an equally quiet voice.

"You promise?"

"Of course," Ed whispered before he smiled again and brought his voice up to the previous volume. "So let's go get some grub, okay?"

"Yeah," Al said, nodding his head before he got up off the bed.

Ed and Winry walked slightly behind Al as they walked down to the first floor. Winry took her chance to ask Ed when they began walking down the creaky stairs, Winry purposely walking like a pissed-off three year old.

"What did you tell him?"

"Everything."

And she knew that by everything, he meant it, starting with what Kimblee had done to their mother and ending with what he had been doing to Ed since becoming his guardian.

"Ed, we just want to say that…we're sorry for not noticing what had been gong on before."

"And we're sorry that you didn't exactly give us permission to know."

"And that we still don't think of you any differently."

"And if you ever need to talk, you can come to any of us."

"Again, we're sorry we found out this way."

Ed blinked a few times in confusion. He, Winry, and Al had just walked through the door of the Motel room, only to be barraged by his worried friends who only wanted Ed to know what they were thinking…several times over. After he was sure that he had heard the third 'I'm sorry for us finding out this way,' Ed held up a hand to stop them all.

"Okay, okay, okay-I get it," Ed said, annoyed at the smile that was trying to tug at the corners of his mouth; he was not going to go ahead and display his feelings for all of his friends to see right now. "But, thanks. I appreciate it."

"Good," Jean said, before he stood up and threw one of his long arms over Ed's shoulders. "Well, since we have that matter out of the way-let get hammered!"

This exclamation was received by nervous looks and slightly worn-out smiles. Jean was not having any of this, not tonight. He wanted to party and he was damn going to, whether anyone else joined or not.

"Come on, guys! We hardly partied since we got down here!"

"Jean's right," Riza said in a voice that was thick with sarcasm. "I mean, the last time we drank didn't count because Jean didn't get to fool around with that girl and he was only buzzed when the party ended."

"Hey," Jean pointed towards Riza, "I'm sure you wished we could have spent more time at that chick's house. She had so much good booze I'm sure you wouldn't have minded getting good and shitfaced."

Riza said nothing to this but rolled her eyes at the blond teen.

"Pretty please?" Jean moaned like a child would for extra dessert after dinner.

Maes looked to Sheska, Sheska looked to Riza, Riza looked to Roy, Roy then shot Riza a suggestive wink and only just missed her shoe that she had thrown at him before Roy turned to Ed, Al, and Winry who all shrugged. Roy looked back to Jean said, "Why not. How much booze have we got left?"

"Oh, we have plenty," Jean said with an evil smirk before he ran over to a cardboard box that he had stowed in the corner of the room. Inside were bottles of all different sorts.

"Where'd you get those?" Sheska asked in awe before she ran to grab a bottle of Rum. "Did 'Francis Morrison' buy it?" she asked turning to Roy, remembering his ridiculous name he used for his fake I.D., before taking a hefty swig of the clear liquid.

"I don't remember using it since that stop in Georgia," Roy said. "So where'd you get it?"

"I may have…borrowed it from someone…" Jean said as he unloaded each bottle with care.

"From who?"

"Rose may have…told me to peruse her liquor cabinet when I was there."

"So you stole from her?" Al asked, only sounding slightly annoyed about it, mostly exasperated with his brother's choice in friends.

"Borrowed! I will gladly give Rose her bottles back!" Jean said before adding in an undertone, "So she can get rid off the evidence instead."

Everyone seemed to remember quickly the temporary drama the girl had caused within the group and they all quickly got over the fact that they were drinking stolen drinks.

For once in a long time, Ed felt as if he had lost a great amount of weight off his shoulders. He would not have to go somewhere private or lower his voice he wished to mention something that was worrying him. He did not have to talk only to Winry, who he loved but it was nice to talk to someone else every now and again. Ed was happy, truly and undeniably happy, sitting with his friends and enjoying a couple of drinks. Too bad the party would be forced to end within a few hours because of something that he would have never foreseen happening actually occurring.

"Hey Ed?" Maes asked as he collapsed onto the floor next to Ed; only slightly drunk but with small haze in his green eyes.

"What's up?" Ed muttered, feeling the effects of the alcohol pumping through his system.

"What're you gonna do when ya get home? I mean, are ya gonna stay wif Kimblee or call the police?"

"I think I'ma have to call them, for da best."

"What'll happen to the kids?"

At the mention of them, Ed suddenly broke temporarily out of his drunken haze, remembering that he had yet received a call from either one of them. Was Kyle still missing? Why did neither Sammy nor Terry call him back? And where had Kimblee run off to?

"Ed?"

Ed turned back to look at Maes. He looked concerned and Ed was sure that the inquiring teen wanted to know what was going through Ed's head. He sighed, took a large drink from his bottle, before he spoke.

"Thing is, I gota call from dem the other day. Sam said that Kyle was missin' and dey couldn't find him. I keep trying to call buh…dey won't pick up."

"Are dey okay?"

"I don't know," Ed drunkenly groaned. "Me and Win always talked about me becoming legally emansta-emancipated and take the kids wif me buh…I don't know how that'd work out. Maybe if my Dad comes back home or sometin he could help with the financial part of it all."

"As long as dat jackass doesn't keep hurtin' you," Maes mumbled, staring into his now empty bottle.

"Mm-hmm," Ed mumbled before he closed his eyes and let his body relax on the hard floor, finally feeling the fatigue that had been attacking him for the past twenty-four hours.

It felt like his eyes had been closed for only a minute when he was woken up but Ed could tell that some time had to have passed by, mainly because of how most of his friends appeared to have succumbed to the alcohol and were either partaking in questionable activities, or they were out cold and have questionable activities performed upon them. For a moment, Ed was not sure why he had woken up but then someone tapped him again. He looked up and saw big green eyes sliding in and out of focus just a few inches away from his own. Sheska had collapsed next to him and was poking at the sensitive area where his automail port met his flesh.

"What?" Ed hissed, annoyed, a headache beginning to brew and his shoulder stinging slightly.

"Your phone's ringin'," she said, point to a spot just out of her reach to her right; apparently she was so spent that she could not even move the extra inch to grab it. "It's bothrin mah head…"

Making a face at the taste that was left in his mouth, Ed pushed himself onto his knees and did a sort of crawl towards his phone, which was ringing awfully loud and was rather annoying to his oversensitive ears. Finally, his trembling fingers grasped onto the phone and, after fumbling with it for several more minutes, finally opened it correctly.

"Hello?" Ed groaned, holding his head in his unused hand.

But there was no one on the other end. Of course, he had been fumbling around for several minutes and by that time, the call would have ended. Muttering angrily, Ed moved himself to a slightly comfier-looking spot in the corner and curled up. Before his eyes closed, Ed noted the condition of the room and his friends who littered it. Winry and Maes had collapsed and were lying on the bed; Ed pushed away the small bubble of jealousy that came when he saw how close Maes was laying to Winry. Sheska was passed out a few feet away from him as she had been minutes ago, back into an unconscious state. Roy was passing his lighter between him and Jean, who were huffing on cigars who's origin, Ed did not know. Riza sat in the opposite corner from Ed, doing something on her phone and sipping on a beer, seemingly the least affected by the alcohol but Ed could still detect a slight haze in her eyes. Al lay sprawled in the one old, ratty armchair that was in the room, red faced, collapsed, with a half empty bottle in his hand. Ed felt a surge of endearment go through his body at the sight of this but his body would not take it any longer and finally, he succumbed to sleep.

Only to be woken up soon after by his cell phone.

Ed contemplated whether he should just ignore it but deep in his heart, something tugged reminding him that it could be important, having to do with the kids left at home. Fumbling with his phone again, much quicker this time, Ed took a moment to look at the caller I.D. before he answered and found it reading 'anonymous'.

"…Hello?" Ed asked groggily, his voice thick with sleep.

There was only a cold laugh in response, sending the sensation of a skeletal finger sliding down his spin, and waking him immediately. Ed got the sinking suspicion that he had heard that voice before, but from whom?

"Hello?" Ed repeated, trying to shake away the feeling that he was getting in his stomach.

Relax, Ed told himself. Just relax and everything will be fine. You're freaking out over nothing.

But unfortunately, relaxing could not and would not solve everything, especially in this situation.

"My, my…don't you sound tired," the voice said mockingly.

And then, something clicked, and Ed knew who it was. His stomach boiled with anger and he could feel a nerve twitch in the corner of his eye.

"Bastard," he growled with an almost unbelievable amount of loathing. "What do you want?"

"So I hear from my old dear friend that you're a bit worried about the little kiddies,"Kimblee sneered.

"You-you've been in touch with my father?"

"Mm, yes and no. Mostly the no part, so don't go thinking that your little daddy doesn't wuv you. He hated me almost as much as you do," he used the cold mocking voice again. "I have my sources."

"Where are they you bastard?" Ed hissed between clenched teeth. "Tell me!"

"Hmm, they? You'll have to be a bit more specifi-."

"SAMMY, TERRY, AND KYLE!" Ed roared into the phone; he hardly noticed that some of his friends were beginning to wake up.

"Well…I just guess you'll have to find me and find out yourself," he said in his usual cold, cruel voice.

"What do you mean?" Ed spat, trying his best to push away his fear and worry.

"I mean that if you were to return home, you would find them quite missing."

A large block of ice plummeted into the very pit of Ed's stomach. He felt as if a ghostly hand had griped itself around Ed's throat, constricting his breathing.

"W-what?"

"Figure it out yourself genius. Or else."

"W-what?"

"I would advise you not to dawdle too much or else your precious little 'siblings' will pay the price."

"Huh?" Ed asked, not quite sure what was going on anymore; his brain felt slow and sluggish.

"I guess you'll need a little help with this one," Kimblee muttered.

Ed could hear him set the phone down, heard his fading footsteps, and then there was silence for a few heart-stopping moments. He could hear his friends try and ask him what was wrong but he did not care. They had no idea…

"Here we are," Kimblee said, back on the phone. "A little persuasion and help for your sluggish brain."

There was some rustling and Ed was sure Kimblee had snarled something to someone, earning a frightened whimper. And then…

"E-Eddy?" a terrified voice asked him.

Ed dropped his phone onto the ground. He was sure Kimblee was forcing the owner of the small voice away and out of range, for Ed could hear the owner whimper and beg to speak to him longer.

"Edward?"

Big blue eyes floated in front of his wavering vision but this time it was not due to alcohol for his inconsistency in sight. It was because of tears. Furious, horrified, and scared tears were wheedling there way into Ed's eyes and down his checks.

"Edward?" Winry repeated in a far away voice. "What happened?"

He could tell that only a few words could force its way through Ed's shocked mouth. He had to say something to make her understand what had happened. As Winry began to give Ed's shoulder's a little shake, Ed snapped only the slightest bit out of it. He gripped onto one of her hands, looked into her eyes, and said the only thing that came to mind.

"Sammy."

Let the angry bitchin' out of the century commence.

I never realised how much of a fanbase my OC kids had until I mentioned that I was going to do evil things to a couple of friends and they instantly began to freak about the kids. Well...correct thinking by all means. Bravo.

Okay now listen, I do realize that I am such a bitch because of this, but please don't get super angry at me and stop reading my story. I know how some of you react when you get horrible FanFic news. *you know who you are* But seriously, this is not the end. There is much more to come so don't stop now!

Please leave a review. I don't care at all if you cuse me out. I just want to read your reactions.

Bye.

-FSK

*By the way, since I'm going to be suffering in band camp this week, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that my earliest update will be Satuday. Sorry.*