AN:/ I have two hours this time!
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The one thing I drive for as the Author-chan of this fanfiction, is to GET ENVY'S CHAwER RIGHT. Else, everything is worthless. Because I've read waaaay too many other stories where he gets very fluffy too fast.
As hilarious as that is, the cringe is unbearable after three chapters of it.
Now, I know that my plot seems all over the place, and literally nothing has moved forward. Period.
The main point I'm getting to in this, is how the stability of Envy and OC-chan is, which adds to future arcs in the.. well, future...
This is a long Author's Note, and I understand if you skip it. Prepare for more songs, because OC-Chan only has these from her time, and I... Like music too.
Deal with it. :)
Finally, some plot movement.
Expect a bit shorter chapter this time as well.
SEE YOU AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
-OH, ALSO, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE! IT MAKES MY DAY SEEING REVIEWS POP UP IN MY EMAIL. AT FIRST IT GIVES ME A MINIATURE HEART ATTACK BECAUSE MY VOLUME IS UP WAY TOO HIGH, BUT I STILL FEEL THE LOVE-
Today was the day that I was allowed to rummage around the sewers. What fun.
Though, it was a step up from being imprisoned in that room. I'd like to believe they did it out of the kindness of their hearts, but even the eyes following my every move from above told me otherwise. I mean, my own heart is telling me they did it out of, not concern, but whether or not I'd go insane. And they probably didn't want to waste me because I was driven out of my mind.
As soon as Lust opened the door, I was out before she could say,
"You are free to roam about."
I think she warned me about getting eaten, but by then I was halfway across the hallway. As well as something about a babysitter, guess she was talking about what Envy ranted about.
Without much thought, I had ran around like crazy familiarizing myself with metal, steam, and chords. At one point I stumbled upon Gluttony munching on an unidentifiable glob. Didn't take me long to take a good guess and tiptoe about fifty feet out of sniffing range and breathe easily.
"Well.. I think I've about covered everything in my frenzy." I mumbled to myself. I learned that only me, myself and I are my best friends. Considering I had only me, myself, and I in that hell-hole of a room. So I had no one to talk to.
Besides the newest couple of dog-chimera's that were practically visitors for how long they stayed. "Maybe I could.." I think aloud, and tap my foot. I wasn;t even going to try what happened during my first mission. Envy had trained me even harder after the little revelation I could duplicate myself and even shift my clones into what and whomever I desired.
The urge to sing at how silent and alone I felt washed over me, though lyrics failed me as I started walking.
"Another song.. If I don't think too hard, I won't shift as badly." Stepping over a chunk in the floor, I squint at it. Looked like a crater, and I raised my gaze to see a gap in the plated ceiling. I could've sworn I saw the darkness ripple.
"Oh... Well, I'll just.. Get going.." I jogged away, hoping I'd not run into anything to Xenomorph-like. The noises that sounded like something was crawling after me did not help.
Humming a bit in tune, I get my voice warmed up. The closest lyrics of a song popped in my head.
"... Play that song..." I whispered to myself, Train being one of my favorite bands as a kid. Since my Mom was into it, she kind of forced it on me when we drove in her old Saturn car.
"The one that makes me go all night long-.." My volume growing, I let myself skip a bit, as I put a hand on my hip and dramatically gesture with a hand out. "The one that makes me think you.." I shake my shoulder with a grin.
"That's all you gotta do!" I place hand to my heart and bend my knees with a dreamy look on my face. The tingling was rising from my calves, so I tried to calm down and it faded away.
"Wait til' you see my body move~" I shake my hips and spin a good four times before continuing, "~mooove! Mo~ove. Wait til' you see my baby-" I felt my chest tingle, and I paused a bit, and frowned. "Aw, dang it." Looking down, I see a green button up with a blue tanktop. Black pants as well.
"Crap." I pat my now flat, man-chest. "Not again." I grumble, and try to shift back but realize I'm stuck and with a voice not my own.
"Oh, well it's not all that bad.. I got a good tenor." I let out a high "Do" and almost start coughing. "Okay.. Not for me. Get it." I cleared my throat, and sighed. Closing my eyes, I focus on what I looked like before, but could only manage Envy's type of clothing.
As much as I hated a month old shirt, I am not going to wear something that tight. No sir.
"Well, fudge." Yeah, that didn't work. I was basically wearing what he wore, but my body was the same. Hair, eyes...- boobs.-..
"Yup. Good, I still have what physically makes me a woman."
"Now to try and cha-"
I froze at a sudden breeze lifted my mane of hair, and I couldn't help but allow curiosity to lift my head.
Barely recognizing a large shadowed figure, I was already out of there faster than Lust's warning:
"Now try not to get eaten too many times. Your stupidity as a former human is your downfall."
Oh, how do I get into these situations!?
Now, I stood in the middle of pipes and.. Hissing. Growling. As well as a few snorts. I didn't escape, not even the second time.
Did I forget it was pitch black?
Also, I was not blessed with night-vision.
Terrified would be an understatement. So, what does a scared shape-shifter do?
OH, they run. The run fast. They don't do the smart thing, and fake their own form.
Screw changing into a chimera, nobody has time for that. At least, I didn't.
I kept running. Who cares about super powers?
Passing literally no crevices to hide in, or dips to hunker down, I kept my pace with little difficulty. The perks of not actually having a heart?
Let's not get into that.
There was a little more light as I turned a sharp corner, and luckily there was also little less pipe. I had tripped more than three times, but also luckily managed to keep sprinting.
The noises hadn't faded, and I almost smacked myself in the head from my own hand or the pipe I had to dodge-
for thinking I could outrun anything if they had the advantage of vents and tracking me from above. Either way, karma hates me sometimes.
Looking up, the cage-like ceiling had me shivering as soon as I locked eyes with thin pupils and a puff of hot air.
"Ahh..."
I take a gulp, and nod my head. "I see." Before bolting the opposite direction, only to see an Eiffel height tower of mixed creatures. They just sat there and stared. Like they were waiting for me to do something. A light-bulb goes off in my adrenaline rushed head.
"Don't you dare tell me.."
Beauty can actually tame the beast!
"You want me to... Sing?" I ask aloud, and again, almost hit myself for thinking they could communicate with me. They weren't charging at me, but I was still intimidated. "Uh... She said.. Play that song, the one that makes me go all night long.." They seemed to tilt side to side, way off tempo though, which cracked me up.
As soon as I stopped, they did as well and still looked expectant.
"So.. You won't... Bite, chew, and nom on me?" I wonder if the large kitten one is pettable.
"Give me a break..." I almost jumped out of my skin and latched my twitching body onto a pipe. "Of course they're not. Even if you're still a worm, you give off the aura of a higher up. A Homunculous, and they know not to mess with you." Balancing in place, since I had almost tripped on a stray pipe. Which, now that I look at the floor properly, they were everywhere. "Why the hell are you so far away from your room? Father let you leave only so you could familiarize yourself with the pathways."
He seemed actually calm for once, and before I could speak, he looked me over like I was a new art piece in a gallery. ".. What are you wearing?" Blinking, I look down to my new getup. "Ah.. Well, I.. Had shifted into a guy on accident, and.. Couldn't change back, or well, my clothes specifically. This is.. All my brain could drag out." I pat the copy of his skort. "Really didn't mean to. I can change it, I can try-"
"Just shut it, it's fine."
Mouth falling open, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Would you stop staring, brat?" He growled at me, and I lifted my hands in surrender.
"Sorry."
"Would you quit apologizing? It's damn annoying."
I winced, and shrugged. "Kind of hard not to."
"You better try, or I'll shut you up myself."
I think I upgraded again.
Direct attacks, to direct threats. Now to direct insults and indirect tolerance.
"I really do like your clothes, though."
He scoffed, and started walking. I take it as my cue that I was meant to follow and return to 'home-base'. "Hmph."
I deadpan, and take a big step on the ice and nudge him. He flicks his gaze over to me and merely glares at me to "watch it".
"Hey, is that all I get? I do! When I was little, I worn skorts all the time. Mostly because I could stick my legs in the air and not worry about showing my ass in public. My Mom would berate me, saying it was "Unlady-like" and "Improper". I could care less at 7, and I could care less at 16. I look feminine and can do all the cart-wheels I want." I was rambling, because he was actually listening.
I got a roll of the eyes, but a chuckle from him.
Grinning, I shrugged at looked over at him. "What? I was tomboy. Still am, I think. Hate dresses though." I shudder, and make a disgusted face. "The one thing you can't do in those is run." He shrugged.
"I've played a few people who wore them, they didn't seem that bad."
Stifling a laugh at Envy in a dress, I covered my mouth. He noticed though, and reached over to tug at my ear. "Ow! Ow ow ow!"
"What was that? Why're you laughing? Huh? Got something to say, Jealousy?" I try to shove his arm away, and succeeded only because he let go. "NO! I-.." I stop from a rant, to see he had moved about six-feet away. "..You alright over there?"
"I'm just fine, quit your yapping and come on."
"Did I say something?"
"No you didn- What did I just tell you?!" I yelped and hurried along after the glare he just sent me, and he kept the pace, if anything we were running through the halls. Wondering what had stabbed his huge ego, I think back.
Another light-bulb goes off above my head, and I feel a smirk grow on my face.
"Ooh, I see.." I say, and he turns and gives me yet another one of his infamous glares, ordering me to shut up. I was going to ignore it this time.
"You actually called me by my Sin. AWW!" I faked a squeal, and before I knew it I was tumbling into a pit of, -Oh look! What a surprise! Even more pipes.-
"AHH!"
Hearing the retreating footsteps of Envy, I flail in my place, stuck.
"HEY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"
I hear him yell back.
"To Father! We have another mission, by the way. So hurry your own ass over here before we send Gluttony after you!"
My stomach falls deep into my feet, or it feels that way.
Not just the idea of having that Cannibal after me, but of what was going to happen to Edward and Alphonse.
About where I stand in this story.
This life.
I had missed literally, over two weeks. They seemed to fly by, yet lasted longer than an eternity. Why didn't Father let me leave and talk with them? Like my original, main mission. Gain the trust of the Elric's. Not that helps my current stomach ache, but I was assigned to do that.
Now, I had to play the villain. Whether I liked it or not.
I had no choice.
It was of course, very dark by the time Lust had sent me to scope out what was happening with Elric's before they actually came in and disrupted.
As I stood outside the wall, I tapped my foot and felt the tingling travel from my toes to my back. It was still slow, but I could shift into what I actually wanted in a decent time.
Nothing compared to how well Envy could shapeshift, but I was getting there.
Feeling eyes on me, I turn around mid-shift, and the tingling stopped right above my collarbone.
Spikey green hair, and purple eyes.
None other than the ninja-prostitute, Envy.
"Oh, giving me last-second tips?" I felt the words tumble out before I could filter them, and at least add more years to my lifespan. Er..- Live to my.. Philosopher's stone? I might have spaced out a bit, because my head was throbbing like someone had given it a good smack, and the walking talking palmtree -or, mandrake if you really want to get technical- stood beside me. With his hands on his hips, he turned his gaze to mine, and I looked away immediately.
"I still don't understand why you won't tell me anything." I huff, though I secretly knew what was going to happen. "I mean, what is to gain from me just waltzing in there?" I pouted, and he grew a sadistic smirk.
"You'll catch on." Is all he said, and I felt my heart pulse with the familiar feeling of anger, and confusion. Though this time I had an almost reachable trace of reason behind it.
I got a good shove before I could fully grasp it.
"Hurry up. We don't have all day."
I hiss at his words, and turn around. "What the hell?! You made me run into a concrete wall! You're practically immortal, you have all the time you would want!" I ranted, only to feel hands wrap around my waist, and I seemed to blank out. Violet filled most of my vision.
"What did I just tell you? Honestly, you never listen to a word I say." A rough raspiness made me feel like smacking the noise buzzing in my ear, as the breath that passed over my neck left my train of thought barreling into a boulder.
Barely recognizing a single strand of dark green hair passing over my shoulder, my face shriveled up like I had just eaten a lemon.
At that, I was thrown over the wall and landed harshly onto the ground. Since we hadn't gone over rolls and landing techniques yet. Now that I think about it, lying on this cold hard dirt, I recall him saying it was next on the list of "To fix" list.
It was a pretty long list, since he made a point to tell me my faults every training session.
The longer I stayed with him one-on-one, the more I realize he's not as cruel as he is with Lust and Gluttony. I hadn't met Wrath, Sloth, or Pride yet.
He seemed calmer, if you could call his harsh words, and brash actions that.
"Ugh.. OW.. What the heck.. This.. No." A jumble of English left my mouth before I finally rose to my feet. I then slowly recognize this was where Edward climbs into the vent, and Al stays behind only to meet up and fight with..-
"Slasher?... Slicer? Cutter... " I make chopping movements, trying to recall. "...I think it's Slicer.." Raising a hand to my chest as I took a step, toward the wall with the vent, the rush of adrenaline that coursed through me had my heart pounding, which provoked repeats of how I got over the wall.
"I really think it's Slicer.." I mumble, my focus on the ground blurring as the feeling of strong hands gripping my waist had my heart beating faster.
"Barry the Chopper, thank you very much Miss Lady."
"STALKER!" Yelping, I turn and face the suit of armor before barely dodging the butcher knife thrown at me, and the red lightning flashes told me I had gotten injured despite my efforts.
"Ooh, so you are one of them. I heard talk that there had been another addition, but now I know for sure." I hold back a comment and sigh. "I'm to go in there, and wait for the short Elric brother." Officially now Barry the Chopper shrugged. "Orders?" I nod, looking clearly unhaopy, "Eh, I get the long face- But I'm happy for my job. You see I-"
"Kill, stab, slice. Serial Killer, I know." He tilted his head, before walking closer and I moved away. He hummed, and pointed with his now retrieved weapon to the building. "Got it." He wobbled away after that, more than likely to return to his post.
Turning to the old seemingly abandoned lab. "Guess I need to head to my place now..." I mumbled, before making my way to the wall with the vent.
AN:/ I know this cuts off, I ran out of time to finish. So I'll add the next section tomorrow. I wanted to post someting, so...
This. Àll I got right now.