White. It was pure white as far as the eye could see.

Blind. Perhaps I was blind? But I could still see myself.

Ugh. How did I get here? Last I could recall I was falling asleep.

Dream then. But I can't usually think this well during my dreams. And I can feel myself too, I don't usually have control over my dream self either.

Dead? Well it doesn't look like hell, but it doesn't look like heaven either.

No pearly gates in sight.

Hello there.

A voice, it sounded like it came from all around me! I turned left and right trying to place its origin.

I'm right in front of you.

What? That's impossible-

There was something 6 inches away from my face.

I jumped back and yelled. Falling on my butt. The voice just laughed as I observed its form.

It was me. Same short brown hair, eyes, height, same clothes- actually it was nude. That's kinda creepy.

Scratch that, all of this is rather creepy.

Ah, allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Richter. To put it quite simply, I am you.

The voice was mine as well now, but also it sounded like my parents, my friends, acquaintances...

But I am also the universe, God, Truth, Reality, so on and so forth.

Wait, White room, Truth.

Oh shit, this can't be-

I can assure you Mr. Richter, this is very, very real.

"B-but how?" I stumbled out. My panic was through the roof and I felt as though I was going to collapse.

How? I summoned you here of course. Or rather, requested someone from your dimension from my counterpart, and they sent you.

"Your counterpart? Wait, why would you need me? I haven't done human transmutation or any alchemy for the matter! Why would you need me!"

You're panicking Mr. Richter, I can assure you you'll get out of this encounter with no toll paid, as you have said, you have committed no crime worth my attention, nor could you. Seeing as you have the lack of a gate.

I swallowed. To nervous to ask another question, weakly gesturing for them to continue speaking.

The reason I need you, Eric Richter, is because you have foreknowledge of my world, decent enough combat training, for a 15 year old that is, and because you were handpicked by my counterpart for the job I'm about to offer you.

Foreknowledge? Combat training? I had some experience with how to handle weapons and some self defense training but I've never had, or really wanted, to use it!

You see, something very wrong is going on with the timeline of one of my worlds. Someone who shouldn't be there is messing with the order of events, they currently haven't done much. Besides messing up the lives of a few unimportant actors. But they have the potential, and I think, the motive to mess something up.

You see, I run a dangerous game of having thousands of parallel worlds running simultaneously with slightly different versions of the same actors running around in each of them. Meaning-

"There's multiple Fathers trying to eat you?" I interjected, realizing the problem.

Yes, and they are quite annoying too, occasionally throwing curveballs such as having '8 homonculi' or some other nonsense. However, in this case in particular I'm worried that a villain of one of the other worlds managed to crossover to another without my knowing about it. And I need you to stop them, while making sure the timeline remains somewhat similar to the others.

Of most import it is that Father is stopped no matter what other differences though.

I regarded the information silently, the blank whiteness of the room almost forcing my eyes to look at truth.

"If I do this, what do I get in return?" I asked, remembering the ever present mantra of Equivalent Exchange.

I'll give you a gate, and allow you to pass through it free of charge, but you'll only gain more of what you already know, it's how the gate works, so don't expect to be able to transmute without a circle, or do any alchemy for that matter.

"So I'll be able to use weapons more skillfully, and fight better?" I asked.

Yes, and, depending on how well you do your mission. I may also send you back to your home when you're done if that's what you prefer. You'll keep your memories too.

"Who's your counterpart?" I was quite interested in this as I was personally religious.

He's the 'Truth' of your world, though his style is quite a bit different from mine, different dimensions have different rules.

...

Yeah he totally knew, and successfully dodged the real intent of my question there.

I stared silently, escaping the mundane normal world, allowing myself to not only experience my one of my favorite stories first hand, but also to be in it? A dream come true, right?

But my hesitation was still there.

"What happens if I refuse?"

I'll send you back, and you'll forget this entire encounter for the rest of your exsistence.

...

I could die, never to see my family or friends again if I accepted.

Yet if I pull this off... It was quite litterally the best of both worlds. Having a life altering experience, getting to return home once it was done and keep my memories?

...

Ah screw it.

"I accept your offer, Truth."

He cackled, a door appeared behind him. The gate.

Very good Mr. Richter! Before you go, know that you'll be entering the world in the fall of 1913, shortly before Scar starts his murders.

The gate opened, hands shot out and started dragging me in.

I didn't resist, my consciousness slowly fading away to the tune of Truths cackles.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Full metal alchemist.

An: I'm new to writing fanfiction and am generally using this to gain writing experiance, all criticism is welcome.

Oh, and by the way this isn't a self insert. This is just an OC from our world getting dragged into FMA.

Have a good one, folks!