(Parker's POV)
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"I love this song way too much," I muttered as the familiar twenty one pilots song blasted through my headphones. It was Implicit Demand for Proof, which I sort-of-not-really knew how to play (a little) on the piano. AND YES I KNOW I'M TOO MODEST FATHER SO SHUT UP.

I tapped my feet to the underlying beat in the song, drumming out the melody on the front of my bag with my fingers. I didn't care who else noticed, it was a habit. Drumming my fingers, tapping the desk, full-on beating whatever happens to be near with my palm, it was all habit. The only thing I enjoyed more that tapping a beat was typing. The sound of each key pressing in rythmically, a quick metronome of computerized fonts...

The bus screeched to a stop, throwing everyone forward. I paused my music and looked up, wondering who it was this time who was in trouble. The bus driver turned around and started screaming at a girl who had stood up while the bus was moving. I snickered a little, a slight smile creeping into my face as I turned back out the window, my smile growing as I remembered the concert. I sighed, the loud noises and bright lights of the Brady filling my mind. I closed my eyes. I wanted to go back to that night so bad, I wanted to see them onstage again, I wanted to hear it all again, I wanted-

I heard screaming. My head shot up, and I paused my music. That was easier said than done, seeing as the bus was kind of spinning. Or flipping. Or both. It was hard to tell.

I suddenly regretted having a window seat as centrifugal force pushed me to the window, also pushing Tia, the girl sitting next to me, against me, which resulted in me being squished between cold metal and a real human being.

Don't judge me--I watch a lot of cartoons, okay? I don't exactly have much human contact.

I let out a scream myself as the bus flunpped of the road and then--

Everything went black.

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GOOD FOR YOU IT'S NOT OVER!!

I came to after a strange dream about... What was it, even? I think it had something to do with narwhals... And flaming rainbows. So probably Star Vs The Forces of Evil.

I looked up and saw a tree. Wait- trees. With an 's.' A forest? I thought. I looked around me and saw the bus. The charred, black, smoking skeleton of the bus. I spotted something in the grass next to me and picked it up. "2o23" it read.

"My bus route..." I muttered. I attempted to stand up, but my leg must have broken--maybe karma for chapter Twelve?--when we crashed. I sighed, laying back down on the comfy grass with a fwumph.

"So this is where it ends," I sigh-sang, attempting to quote Star. "On a co- On a warm, grassy... Floor? No- On a pile of soiled-"

"No! I swear I heard someone talking!"

WAIT I KNOW THAT VOICE.

"Sure, sure." THAT ONE TOO.

WH- I know it's not from a cartoon, the trees are too well-draw-

I gasped. "An anime."

"There it is again!"

But where do I know the voices?

"Haha... Very funny, Al..." ((A/N: For some reason I'm imagining Dipper saying this next it'll be Wirt I need help))

"I'm not joking!" ((A/N: Last time- Okay Parker comes in at a part in the story which isn't actually in the original story, just roll with me here 'kay?))

"Is someone discussing my presence?" I asked, a weirdly dignified accent replacing my own.

Silence. Then, "Okay, Al, I believe you..." Al... Allen? But I haven't seen D-Gray Man ((A/N: SO PLEASE DONT HATE ME!! Haha)). Al... Al as in that one guy from the thing? No, that's Bob... And that's Randy... and that's also Randy... I just realized no one had the name Al in the Outsiders.

"I mean, there's friggin Ponyboy and Sodapop, but no Al or Allen or Ah-lahn, or even a Kur..." I gasped. "Where's my bag...?" I sat up instantly, searching around me in the small radius I had since I couldn't move on my leg. "Ooookay, my bag is gone... Hahah... It's okay... Only everything that EVER MATTERED TO ME WAS IN THERE!!" A couple birds flew away.

My sketchbook... My journal... That already ruined copy of Johnny Tremain... MY KURT VONNEGUT BOOKS!!!

"And they're gone... That's... Not good at a-" The brush made noises. A twig snapped, leaves brushed.

"S-Someone there?" I asked stupidly. "Th- Are you the Beast? Bill? Toffy?? I daresay, Vlad Plasmius???" A few seconds of silence. "TORIEL ARE YOU HERE TO SAVE ME FROM FLOWEY?!?"

"I dunno who any of those guys are, but I know I'm not any of 'em. Although..." Two figures emerged from the brush. "...what kind of a name is Toffy? And Flowey??"

"Oooh... Yay." I muttered darkly. Well, at least now I knew where I was.

Stuck in the Fullmetal Alchemist universe.

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SO HOW U LIEK

Written for and dedicated to:
TheErr0r
Rin_chan32
mysterydoodle

Moichido
Fall_Away_21
Sam
bernadinechalupa02
Uh possibly redgirlrosie
readingmaniac1738

this will be fun. *laughs evilly*