Hello again! I've decided that I'm going to update at least every week if I can. And if not then I'll make multiple updates in one week. I'm going to end up writing a lot this week cause I have nothing to do...

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After Alphonse had finished screaming, the doctor ended up leaving with anger evident in unusually bright brown eyes. Something was off about him.

"So, how'd ya feel?" Havoc asked him, puffing his cigar the other way. He got a glare in reply. "Oh. Right. Well, what are you going to do now, anyway? He looks too pissed not to proclaim all-out war on you and Al."

Ed shrugged. "I wouldn't be surprised if he did, and I wouldn't care either."

"Does this no-emotions thing mean that you just won't give a shit about anything?" Havoc puffed his cigar again and yawned. "So tired..."

Edward ignored his question and asked one of his own. "We're you up all last night? You look like a panda."

Jean shook his head and said, with no amount of sarcasm "That's a big ego stroke, I'll look like a panda everyday from now on."

Ed was tired, too, actually. "Do I look like a panda?"

"No."

"Damn."

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Scowling, he made his was home and pulled off his hat and obnoxious coat.

"Shame.. He would've furthered my research quicker than the others..."

He sloppily threw his coat onto a rack and growled.

"If I had him he might as well've completed my research for me."

"Maybe a little... persuasion... would work..."

He slowly made his way down the basement, a freshly-poured dog bowl of water in one hand, a small box in the other.

"No... no more..." A chilling voice protested.

He pushed the bowl, which he'd placed on the floor earlier, towards the low tones' direction.

"I'm sorry." He said, not sounding sorry at all. He opened the box and pulled out a needle. "But without the serum you'd be lying here dead." He grinned and brought the needle up.

"No... don't..." The voice choked. "...Stay away..!"

He stabbed.

A scream.

"Oopsie." He smiled. "I didn't get it right. Guess that means I have to do it again."

More screams. More tools-- definitely not all needles.

"Oh! I'm so excited for my next victim... shame you were a failure." He placed his thumb on his lip and licked it clean of blood. "Hn..." He smiled again. "Maybe I should go fishing..."

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I think this was a bit morbid... and short... but I wanted to kinda show the doctor not being a jerk... even if he's a psychopath... Am I the only one who thinks my evil doctor acts completely different in front of multiple people to when practically alone? In my head last chapter's doctor and this chapter's doctor were almost different people... IMBRAINSTORMINGLEAVEMEALONEBYE!