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Trick-or-treat,
Trick-or-treat,
Give me some jam to eat,
If you don't, I'll slit your throat,
And leave you here to bleed.
Chop off your head,
Hide under your bed,
And stab you til your dead,
I'll drug you til you cannot walk,
Toss you round until you drop,
Beat you, cut you, doesn't matter,
As long as I can get to slaughter.
When it's finished I will laugh,
Beat your head in til it's smashed,
Trick-or-treat,
Trick-or-treat,
Give me L because he's sweet,
If you don't, I'll rip out your throat,
And gag you up all neat!
Trick-or-treat,
Give me some jam to eat,
If you don't, I'll slit your throat,
And leave you here to bleed.
Chop off your head,
Hide under your bed,
And stab you til your dead,
I'll drug you til you cannot walk,
Toss you round until you drop,
Beat you, cut you, doesn't matter,
As long as I can get to slaughter.
When it's finished I will laugh,
Beat your head in til it's smashed,
Trick-or-treat,
Trick-or-treat,
Give me L because he's sweet,
If you don't, I'll rip out your throat,
And gag you up all neat!
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Schwache - RoyEd
It is a well-known fact that when a person displays unnatural behavior, they often do so with extremity. Those who are rarely angry become a force to be reckoned with when they lose their temper, those who are rarely weak break down completely and become increasingly dependent when weakness overcomes them.
And Edward Elric wasn't weak.
Perhaps it was because of this that, while Alphonse clung to life in the hospital, Edward needed Roy Mustang.
WEAKNESS
Edward didn't like admitting it, but tears were more than capable of welling up in his usually determined eyes. Carelessly, he ran his metal hand across them, and swore as he brought the fl
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Expect What You Don't - RoyEd
"Don't have it," Edward said immediately as he made his way to Mustang's desk.
"You don't have what?" Mustang asked, putting a hand over the mouthpiece on the phone pressed to his ear.
Ed sat himself on the couch. "The report, idiot," he clarified.
The Colonel scowled at the name. "Hold on a minute. And close the door."
As Mustang finished his conversation on the phone, Edward had and internal debate over whether or not to shut the door. On one hand, the door would be closed, and that would put an end to the drafty feeling. On the other, he would be complying with Mustang, a man he put effort in defying. Edward decided to shut the door an
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Fragile - RoyEd
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the associated characters. If I did, recent chapter events would not have happened…
Also, this is dedicated to my besty and love anime4ever1124 because I don't know what I would do without you. <3
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It was another beautiful day in Central City. There wasn't a cloud to be seen in the bright blue sky. The sun was shining brightly onto the bustling city. While Colonel Roy Mustang, 29, was stuck in his office, behind his desk, piled to the ceiling with unsigned paperwork.
He was glumly staring out of his window, silently begging the wall to disappear and release h
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This was my trick-or-treat song for B~~
Because he can't go around and say trick-or-treat like everyone else, now can he?
And I threw in a little BxL just for good messure~
And didn't I put it in the perfect category? XD
Because he can't go around and say trick-or-treat like everyone else, now can he?
And I threw in a little BxL just for good messure~
And didn't I put it in the perfect category? XD
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haha so brilliant 