A slowly drawn array was now dyed into the stone-- it couldn't simply be washed away by water like his last experiment had enforced multiple times-- and it was more efficient. That killed two birds with one stone. His eyes twinkled. "Doctor Eminaī!" A voice called. He gave no reply and the voice continued to speak. "There's a package here-- what's in it?" Ah. That's who it was. His, honestly quite clueless, apprentice, Mark.

"Wait a second, and don't open it!" He shouted after a small pause. A second sentance died on his lips.

That stupid fucking failure wouldn't shut its' mouth.

"Who cares if you're starving!? Your serum keeps you healthy--"

"--and in pain." The Impersonator interrupted him cheekily. Why did the useless creature defy him like this? It was doing the creature no good, because when he was angry he'd.. miss.. the vein more frequently.

That wasn't saying that he was torturing his dear test subject. No, no. Of course not.

He'd never hurt his precious lab rat.

Never in a million years.

Ahem. He quickly ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and snatched the package out of his apprentice's hand with an almost sarcastic "Thank you." Mark rolled his eyes and returned the gesture. After a pause, he unfolded his arms and tried to look into the larger-than-normal basement.

"Seriously, Eminaī, what is down there?" A frown hid a curious expression before it flittered onto Mark's face, but his blue eyes didn't hide anything.

A grin. "Trade secret." Curly blonde hair bounced as Mark pouted. "Just go back to studying already!" He snapped, grin no longer present.

"Sheesh. Okay." Mark slowly dissapeared as he walked down the hallway.

As he walked back downstairs he slowly unwrapped the foil-like paper and grinned.

"Just what I need."

The no-longer sealed box was closed, hiding its' contents.

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Alphonse was a big ball of nerves.

"HOW THE HELL DID EDWARD BREAK HIS AUTOMAIL!?"

Why was he using this excuse to make Winry come over to Central, again?

It was a bad idea.

A really, really bad idea.

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So I wrote this, and then I thought Why the hell is the doctor so wierd? and now I'm sat next to a god annoying moth trying to write more. So I gave up and started writing a fifth chapter. Amd opened the window. And now I'm going to have a long nap. Bai!!ZZZZZZZZZZZZ