(A/N: Here's a new story. In all honesty, this was how "Stuck in Amestris" should have been until I transformed it into a parody when I read someone else's parody OC fic. This is a black OC. That's all. Okay, well, enjoy! I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.)

Lost

"Are you ready?"

Those are the last words I heard before a flash of blue light blinded my vision.

I was at my friend's house having a sleepover. She wanted to show me some sort of trick from some anime she watched. I forgot the name. Though, I had a vague feeling it was something I wanted to see, but kept putting it off because of other anime like "Bunny Girl Senpai" and "Kaguya-sama: Love is a War". All I remember is that it was about two cyborg looking brothers on a quest and something to do with alchemy. You know? That dead science that was said to create gold. I heard the series was really freakin' good! Too bad I never have time to watch it. I promised myself I would watch it after I finished watching "Snow White with the Red Hair" and any new episodes of the "Pokemon: Sun and Moon" anime I've missed.

Too bad none of this can happen as I currently find myself in the middle of an unknown town. I was confused. How did I get here? I was just at Anna's house, observing her as she drew some sort of circle on a piece, and now I'm here.

Where is this place? Am I dreaming? Maybe I fell asleep. That does tend to happen when I least expect it. I pinch my cheek really hard. Ow! I quickly let go. Okay, I'm not dreaming. Then where the hell am I?

I gazed down at myself to see that I was wearing a purple tank top and black shorts. My sleepwear attire. I was completely barefooted. In my peripheral vision, I could see pedestrians giving me odd looks. I just ignored them. I didn't have time to deal with the idiocy of some people.

I felt a weight in my left hand. I glanced over and was surprised to see it was my black backpack. I must have unconsciously grabbed it during the flash.

I sigh of relief escaped me. This is great! I could call my mom or Anna or the police, so someone could take me home. Wait…! Scratch that last one. If I told them what happened, they might lock me up, thinking I'm on drugs or something.

I shrugged my shoulders. I opened the right side pouch of where I kept my Samsung J3 Prime. My Jolteon keychain, favorite Eeveelution by the way, dangled from it. I hurriedly flipped open my phone and dialed the first number I saw, which was Anna's. It didn't take long for the operated to announce that my phone was disconnected.

What the hell?

I stared at my phone in confusion. I shook my head, dialing Anna's number again. And just like last time, there was no service.

I grumbled and cursed angrily under my breath, dialing my mom's number this time. I got the same response again!

"Are you fucking serious?"

I was becoming seriously pissed off now. Why is there no phone service around here? As a last ditch effort, I tried dialling 911, and surprise, surprise, it didn't work.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?!" I roared out to the heavens. Some pedestrians became startled from my outburst. They stared at me like I was crazy. I couldn't really blame them for thinking. I was acting like a crazy bitch.

Though who the hell could blame me? I was stuck in the middle of f-ing nowhere with no damn phone service. I just sighed in defeat, and stuffed my phone back in my pocket. There was no point in having it out, if I couldn't use it.

"Hello?"

I jumped when a voice came out of nowhere and startled. I whipped my hair to see a girl, perhaps a little older than me. Her skin was a honey white color, her blue shone with naivety and innocence, and she had long, dark brown hair with dyed pink bangs.

She looked at me worriedly as if she found a lost kitten in the street. "May I help you? Are you lost?" she asked concerned.

I kept my mouth shut, contemplating my options. My mom always taught me, drilled into my head to never go with strangers, no matter how nice they seemed. I wondered if I should have my stranger danger alarm on, lie to this woman, and high tail it out of here?

Although, it's not like I have any other options. I was lost. My phone doesn't work. I was stuck in an unknown town. This woman could actually be helpful to me. Maybe give me some directions. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? I get more lost?

Being kidnapped. Murdered. Have my bag stolen.

My mind went on a tangent, though it did have a good point. But I was willing to take those risks, if I meant where the hell am I and what happened to me.

I put on my best polite smile. "Uh, yes. I'm lost. Do you know where I am?"

The girl's lips split upward into kind grin. "You're in Liore," she announced enthusiastically.

That answer only caused me to become even more confused. Liore? Where the hell is that? I was not much for geography, but I was pretty sure there was no city in the U.S. by the name of Liore. Maybe it was a town located in another country, like Germany or Russia or something. It did have an European feel to it.

Then my dark eyes went wide with shock. That would mean that somehow I traveled halfway across the world! I could almost faint from the absurdity of it. Shit just keeps getting crazier and crazier.

"Are you okay?"

I gazed over the girl, who was giving me a worrisome look as she witnessed my minor mental breakdown. Bless her kindness! I needed something to cheer me up from this madness.

"No, I'm not okay," I replied, feeling a sense of depression and anxiety coming on. "I'm lost. I don't know where I am. I need help."

She shot me a look of pity before smiling once more. "Father Cornello could help you!" she pronounced cheerfully.

I only raised my eyebrow even more. "Father Cornello? Who's that?"

"Father Cornello is a miracle worker!"

I half listened to her rant, worshipping the priest like he was a God or something. Just by listening to her alone I could already tell she was a fanatical religious freak. I wasn't interested in anything she was saying. All I was interested in was whether this Father Cornello could get me home or not.

"Could you just take me to this Father Cornello?" I finally cut her off, tiredly. I was exhausted. My breakdown must have drowned all my energy.

"Oh, yes, of course!" she replied, happily, innocent blue eyes sparkling. "Follow me, please!"

And so I did.

I followed her through the crowd, ignoring all the people giving me strange looks while staring at my feet. Yeah, I was barefoot. What of it? It's not like I had any choice. They need to stop staring though. They act like they never seen feet before.

We twisted around a few corners and pathways, making small talk along the way. I learned that the woman's name was Rose. Hmm, nice name. As a response, I told her my name was Kesandra Grey. She gave me an odd look and commented that my name was weird.

I just waved her off, not really upset. It's just a name. Not something to get serious over. "You can just call me Keke for short, Rose," I stated.

She smiled pleasantly. "Okay, Keke. Oh! Here we are!" She pointed her finger over in excitement at a church.

I just rose my brow at it. Guess, this Father Cornello really was a priest. Just by the structure and the statues lying about this wasn't a Chirstian or a Catholic church. What kind of religion was it? Jewish? No, it didn't have the Star of David or anything like that. Was it a new religion? People always got to come with something new to keep up with the times.

Rose led me inside and into the alter. "Wait inside here," she told me, giving me an apologetic yet hopeful look. "There's some stuff I need to do. Then I'll inform Father Cornello of your arrival and troubles. Would you be okay by yourself?"

"Yeah, yeah," I waved her off. "Go do what you got to do. I'll be fine. I have nothing better to do." You know, for a lost person, I was pretty relaxed. Maybe since I was lost anyway, a few minor detours wasn't going to kill me. As long as I find a way to get back home by the end of the day, it's all good.

She nodded her head. "Sorry," Rose apologized once again before taking off and leaving me here all by my lonesome.

I let out a tired sigh. All that walking was killing my legs, and let me tell you, it's not pleasant walking on the hot ground barefooted. I thought my feet were going to catch on fire.

I dragged my feet over to a pew that looked the most isolated. Somewhere it would be hard for a person to spot me after a few quick glances. I sat down, trying to get as comfortable as possible, and laid my backpack down next to my feet. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and a pair of headphones from my bag's side pouch. Might as well listen to some music while I wait. I was going to bring out my laptop and see if there's any new episodes of Pokemon to watch, but decided not to. It was rude to have a laptop out in a church. Didn't want to get caught and be in trouble. Phone was fine. I could easily hide it if I wanted to.

I strolled through my songs. My list of anime songs, and blasted the classic Pokemon theme song. Yes, I was a Pokemon nerd, okay? I love everything about Pokemon. I love the game, I love the anime, and I love the music, the Japanese version more so than the English ones though, but I love them both, nonetheless. I just love Pokemon. I've been playing it since I was five. I remembered my first Pokemon game was Pokemon Yellow, but I didn't have the Gameboy Color, so I had to play it on my N64 connect it to my Pokemon Stadium. I wasn't angry or displeased on how I played. As long as I could that's all that mattered to me.

I just laid across the pew. I closed my eyes to the sound of Pokemon themes softly blasting in my ear. Rose can wake me up when she's ready for me this Father Cornello guy.

By the time I woke up, I could hear the sound of two people arguing. One was Rose, but the other was unfamiliar. It sounded like a young male's voice though. His tone came across as arrogant and mocking. I did feel a little bit of anger at him for talking down Rose. They were having a religion vs. science debate it seemed.

The more I listened to them talk, the more angrier I became. I was all up for people having their own opinions and beliefs, but they gave them no right to talk down to other people just because their beliefs are different than theirs. If the boy wanted to worship science as if it was the next Bible that was fine, but doesn't he know it's rude to mock Rose for believing in God. He sounded like one of those dumbasses on a YouTube comment spouting butthurt remarks acting like he knows everything. And Rose shouldn't try to force people to worship the same religion she does. That just stupid and retarded. It makes her come off as a damn fool.

I had enough!

Stuffing my phone back into my pocket and grabbing my bag, I slowly snuck up behind the dumbass blonde. A person wearing a giant suit of armor took notice of me. I was going to question his choice of clothes. I gave the blonde a good smack at the back of his fathead while nonchalantly walking past him.

"Hey!" he yelled, his hand tending to the place where his head was possibly bruised.

I just ignored him, marching up to Rose with a polite smile on my face. "Is Father Cornello ready to see me?" I asked her patiently.

"Uh, yeah," Rose grinned, seeming to forget her anger and frustration. "He should he would be with you in a minute. He needs to get ready first."

I nodded in appreciation, feeling quite pleased. I could wait. "By the way, what kind of church is this anyway?"

Rose beamed, her blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and glee. "This is the church of the Sun God, Leto! Are you religious?"

I scratched the back of my head. "Kinda. But I go to a different kind of church."

"That's great!" She clapped her hands together in joy. "So you believe in God, too?"

"Yes," I replied with a shrug, sitting down at a nearby pew. My dark eyes gaze at the blonde giving me a disapproving look. I frowned at that. What? Did I say something wrong?

"What are you looking at?" I said offended.

"God is nothing more than a foreign concept," the blonde stated matter of factly in the same arrogant tone he used to talk down to Rose. I felt myself twitch. Not because he was already labeling me stupid for believing in God, but he was dissing me belief like it was wrong. Hey! My opinion was my own, and no one tells me what to do. He was already starting to piss me off. I ought to set him straight right now. He could talk to Rose like that, but not me. I don't play that.

"Who the hell are you?" I growled angrily. "Boy, you coming in here talking to me like that? I ought to smack you into a another race."

He frowned. I could see the helmet of the armor tilt in confusion. They probably couldn't get my metaphor. Well, maybe the gist of it, if the blonde's angry frown was any indication.

"That's not possible," he pointed out, glaring at me.

"I could make it possible, you punk ass, chemical reciting, diary reading, fact checking, toilet bowl head, piss colored eyed son of a bitch. Who the hell do you think you are talking down to people? You coming in here dressed like Ms. Little Red Riding Hood like you is the fact police or something. You're fucking arms look like twigs. Now, take your white ass back to the forest where you came from."

I could see the blonde's fists clenched, an angry growl erupted from his throat. "Shut up, you brat!" he roared, resisting the urge to lunge at me. "I'm not the one in here without any shoes!"

"And why the hell are you staring at my feet? What? Do you see money between my toes? Am I growing fruit? Is your ass hungry? You're a complete idiot, acting like you've never seen feet before. Are you looking for your nest?"

At the point, the blonde's face turned completely red. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE COULD FIT BETWEEN PEOPLE'S TOES?!"

I leaned back, slightly surprised by his outburst. The armor held his arm back from striking me.

"Miss," the armor spoke, his voice a lot younger than it should be given his size. I was confused by that. "You probably shouldn't call brother the s-word. He's really sensitive about his height."

I furrowed my brows. Brothers? Those two were brothers? They looked nothing alike. But then again, the other boy was wearing a suit of armor. Who knows what he looks? For all I knew they could have similar traits.

"Well, keep your brother in line," I retorted, the usual sass in my voice still ringing. "Your brother come in looking at both me and Rose like we're crazy. He's the one coming in here dressed like garbage, reciting chemicals and shit like it's the next bible."

I stared mockingly at the glowering blonde. "Boy, this is you. This is how you act like." I pretended to open up a random book, flipping pages, stating the same chemicals I heard him recite while he was talking to Rose in an imitating, mocking voice of his. "That's how you act like. I should knock your name right out of existence."

The blonde was now struggling fruitlessly against his brother's arms, desperately trying to grab at me. "Let me go, Al! I'm gonna tear her apart!" he roared, enraged.

I smirked. My job was done. My anger was due to being satisfied with putting the blonde in his place. I turned back towards Rose, who had an uneasy expression on her face, her eyes darting between me and the dumbass.

"When can I met Father Cornello?"

(A/N: That's the end of the first chapter! How did you like it? Leave any comments, please!)