DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor will ever own Fullmetal Alchemist. I don't even own the main character!

First Published: August 29, 2016

Re-written: March 28, 2018

Son of a fried biscuit.

Why couldn't my brain just cooperate? For once in it's life?

Scowling, I glared at the bright white screen of my ipod, probably blinding my eyes long term as it mocked me with the words, '0 word count, please input text.' I was trying, dammit!

Sighing, I dug my hand into the salt and vinegar chip bag that was seated beside me and stuffed a handful of chips into my mouth, hoping that somehow the acidic tingling would give me some inspiration.

5 minutes later, nothing, nada, zilch. I groaned in disappointment, wishing my best friend Kate was up to give me a prompt or something. Sighing, I scrolled through our last conversation and reading the moment where she had fallen asleep. If only she didn't have such a need for sleep and stayed up with me.

"Ugh, screw it," I sighed, throwing the nearly destroyed pink case onto my bed, sighing once it bounced off the sheets and onto the floor, making me groan in annoyance, "I don't wanna get up!"

Instead, I pulled my warm covers over my red headed hair and flopped over onto my side, ignoring the ipod on the floor. "I'll get you tomorrow!" I yelled at the in-animate object, despite the fact that it couldn't hear me. I rolled my eyes at my laziness once I realized I wouldn't be able to listen to music falling asleep since my ipod was still resting on the floor and having a party with my pet rock, Charles. But I was too far gone in my stubbornness to honestly give a damn.

My eyes snapped open, however, once my ears caught the slightest, 'Whoosh,' sound.

I'm quite sure I hadn't gotten up, nor had I put my headphones in, and it certainly wasn't the TARDIS or my family since they always fell asleep two hours before I do. So that left only one logical conclusion.

There was a burglar in the house and he was coming to shank me in my sleep.

Trying to control my breathing and quickly beating heart, I had a never ending staring contest with the wall as I faced away from the door, too scared to move. I was crying internally, wishing I hadn't been lazy and had my ipod so I could text Kate, or Lex, or someone because I needed emotional support, dammit!

A gasp caught in my throat when the wall was brightened by a sudden blaze of light. I knew it wasn't my light, since the room would be covered in it, so where was it coming from? Curiosity taking over fear, I turned my head.

I immediately screamed.

A large, bright freaking eye was staring up at me from the floor, the pupil small and looking straight into my soul. I'm shocked I didn't wake the whole neighborhood from my petrified screaming as I scrambled up into my wall, as far away from the eye as I could because there was a freaking eye on my floor what the absolute fuck. My dilated pupils were lightened by the eye's own, my hair whipping and slapping my face from the wind that was being generated.

I screamed again as the eye narrowed, and I could have sworn it was glaring at me, until large, black arms began to rise from it. I shook, screaming and backing up uselessly as they slowly inched further and further towards me, knocking over my books and nick-knacks, exploring and destroying my room in the process.

My eyes widened farthest in fear as the hands finally began to inch toward me. I couldn't run, I couldn't fight, I couldn't do anything besides scramble back in a flurry of limbs, my screams and yells echoing wildly in my ears as I grabbed my bed's headrest when one of the hands connected to my ankle, cold as ice and sending a shock through my veins.

"No, please!" Holding on with all my might, more and more of the hands grabbed hold of me. Their grip was tight, and as they pulled me away, it wasn't long until I was yanked back. "Let me go, let me go! Get off me!" Screaming, I tried and tried to hold onto anything in my path, my wall, my bed, the cabinets, the floor, but it wasn't enough.

"Mom?! Dad?! Siera?!" I called out, hoping my family would just rush in and save me. I didn't want this, I didn't want to die by some freaking eye.

My screams bounced off the walls, but no one came.

"No...!" I could only watch uselessly as my limbs slowly crumbled before my eyes, as I was yanked into the eye.

Where... where was I?

"What... happened? I don't..." Muttering to myself, I took in the sudden white nothingness faced before me. It stretched on for eons, never ending, it seemed.

"Hello, Madison Sloane." Gasping, I whirled around.

I was faced with the white silhouette of a human, casually seated in front of the large gate behind it. The large grin on it's face chilled me to the bone. I knew what it was, but somehow, I felt inferior, powerless when faced with it.

"How-how do you know my name?" I stuttered cautiously, backing up from the suffocating aura it seemed to give off.

It smiled, chuckling. "Oh, I know many things. But I am sure you already know that," it spoke, standing up to face me. I was at height with it now, faced with my own shadow.

"You... You're the T-Truth," I choked out, hands covering my mouth to stop the panting breaths that escaped.

"You are correct," it appraised, giving one small clap to my answer. Grinning wildly, it added, "One name you have for me is the world, or perhaps the universe, maybe even God, but you know me as the Truth." The chilling words seemed so awing and familiar I couldn't help but stumble backwards, faced with the reality of them being spoken. "I am all, I am one, so of course, this all means, I am you."

"No, no, this isn't possible," I rebutted, shaking my head as I cried hysterically. "This can't be real, you can't be real! I ate way too much sugar and this is all the result of a sugar induced dream because this isn't real!"

"And yet here you are," Truth replied, grinning wider if it could even go that far. I could sense the amusement.

"This has to be fake," I sobbed, hands sliding down my face. "Because I'm going to wake up any time now with my mom yelling at me, and I'll realize this was all a dream because you're just a fictional character!"

"Do you truly believe that?" Truth asked, causing me to bite my lip. It certainly felt real.

"Fine," I sighed, throwing my hands in the air. "Humor me. If this is real, why am I here?"

"That would be my doing," it said, shrugging. "I brought you here."

"But why?" I demanded. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Being who I am... entertainment does not come easily. I have selected many... champions, you might say. However, I felt that they all lacked a certain... spark." Grinning, Truth inched closer to me as I backed up, nearly stumbling over my feet. "Until, that is, I found you."

I was shaking. Arms squeezing my mid-section, I gulped in air like a life-line, trying not to throw up. "What..." licking my dry lips, I tried again, "What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, Madison Sloane," Truth said. "You must know of Amestris. This land has always intrigued me. And as my champion, I have decided that seeing how you might cope in my chosen land will be enough entertainment."

I must have been in shock, because the words only made me laugh. "What? No, you're joking. But..." Eyes widening, I looked up at the gate, realization taking over.

"You must have realized by now that a toll must be taken to pass," Truth laughed, throwing its head back and ignoring my dawning horror. "Worry not, Champion. I will not take a limb, merely," it's smirk stole the breath from my body, "your memories. You will be unaware of future events. Your experience will be all the more frightening if you will not have prior warning."

It stepped to the side as a large grinding noise echoed throughout the empty space. I stared up at the opening gate in silent horror, and it was only when the arms began to reach towards me did I scream and begin stumbling backwards away from it.

I couldn't run for long, and all too soon did an arm snatch at my ankle again. I slipped, falling and letting out a yelp as my nose made a sickening crack! Groaning at the pain, I could only struggle helplessly as the arms grabbed over every inch of my body. I couldn't do anything against them as I was dragged towards my impending doom.

"We will meet again, Champion," Truth said eerily, grinning at my dragging body. I tried to hold onto the ground, tried to fight back and dig my nails into the ground, but the arms were simply too strong. The last thing I saw was Truth's sinister grin before I was succumbed to the cold and chilling darkness.

AN: Hmm... I'm not really sure what I was thinking as a wrote this.

This started out as a joke between me and my friend (Madison). We were wondering what would happen and what kind of conversations she would have with the characters and, well... it turned into this.

I'm going to try and write as much as I can, however I can't promise anything.

Some thing to know before we continue: I am re-writing older chapters, so keep that in mind as you keep reading. Madison is currently 14 as of the first chapter, so right now. I know my writing isn't the best and may be too fast-paced or bland so please let me know if you find any mistakes!

Let me know if there's anything else you need! Until then!

-Adios!