Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Hiromu Arakawa does. I only own the OC characters.

Description: This story is inspired by a creepypasta called Mystery Dog that is available on the mobile app The Yarn. I have not read the whole story, so most of it will not be similar to it. Only the introduction will follow the storyline. This story contains no sexual content, but there is still depictions of gore. This is more of a horror/terror story, so please enjoy.

Warning: This contains heavy imagery of gore and animal death

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The Fullmetal Alchemist stretched and yawned as he unlocked and entered the apartment he was sharing with his younger brother. Edward Elric was surprised to find that he had beaten Alphonse. Probably out getting groceries or something, he thought, as he peeled his gloves off of his mismatched hands. He had had a long day; being a state alchemist did that to you. He looked forward to a hot shower, and some equally hot food to go along with it.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first glance. However, Ed couldn't help but notice the still, canine form lying on the couch. The dog seemed normal enough. It was a fairly large pitbull, brown with white spots. Despite the temple bulging at his forehead, the young alchemist reached out his flesh hand to scratch behind its ears. "Come on, Al, really?" he muttered to himself. "Cats are bad enough, but dogs? You know we can't take care of it." He spoke as if the hulking suit of armor was in the room with him.

His frustrated musing halted when he heard a strange noise. Ed stopped scratching long enough to hear it again. No, he wasn't imagining things. The high-pitched squealing noise was coming from the dog. A sense of foreboding crept down the teen's spine, putting him on edge. This was too weird. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when the phone rang. Quickly, he picked up the receiver, hoping it was who he thought it was.

"Hello, brother. It seems that you are home. I've been trying to call you for ten minutes," the voice of Alphonse Elric greeted the teen's ear.

Ed relaxed slightly, putting a hand behind his head. "Sorry, Al, had to work late. Colonel Bastard didn't let me leave until I finished all of my reports. So, what about you, how's shopping going?"

"It's going great," Al replied cheerfully. "I'm going to have to pick up a few more things than usual, in case you hadn't noticed."

Ed grimaced. "Oh, I noticed all right," he said, irritated. "We're going to have to have a talk about keeping stray animals when you get back. Where'd you even find it, anyway?"

"I found her all by herself at the edge of town," the suit of armor answered in a challenging tone. "She seemed hungry, so I went out to buy her some food."

"Dammit, Al, we don't run a hotel for strays, especially for ones who whine all the time. You're gonna have to put it back where you found it when you get back."

"Well, at least let me give her some food. And if she's whining, pet her."

"I did," Ed shot back. "It still won't shut up."

"Then try harder," Al argued.

Before the young alchemist ranted at his brother again, he stopped. He glanced back over at the dog on the couch. The high-pitched squealing still hadn't stopped, and upon second glance, the canine was unnaturally still. The eyes were glassy and unmoving, as if...

As if it were dead.

Ed swallowed. "Actually, Al," he started in a lower tone. "Something's not right about this dog. It's not moving, not even its eyes. Dogs are supposed to move their eyes, right? And its whine is unnatural. It sounds almost... human."

"That's silly, brother," Al said. "Dogs can't make human noises."

But Ed was no longer listening to his younger brother. His gaze was fixated on the dog. As he stared across the room from where he was, he could make out a spot of red just underneath its neck, where a collar should be. That couldn't possibly be it, could it? His eyes were playing tricks on him. But there was no mistaking it, and the realization stirred up dread in his stomach.

Blood.

"Al, there's blood on its neck," he said, almost in a fearful tone.

"What? Go check to see if she's hurt," Al said, slightly panicked.

Slowly, Ed let the receiver of the phone dangle over the tabletop, making his way to the couch. Resting on his knees in front of the dog, the young alchemist thoroughly examined its neck. Something wasn't right. He could feel it. What he found only confirmed his suspicions, and his eyes widened in fear.

"What the hell? A zipper?" he muttered. "There's a zipper on the dog," he said, a little louder, so Alphonse could hear him from the other side of the room. The suit of armor gasped, gone unheard by his older brother, not believing what he was hearing. What sort of madness was this?

Ed still knelt next to the dog, the now obvious brass zipper glinting in the lights of the room. The still dog and the human-like wailing was starting to click into place, and the more it did, the more fear wormed its way into the teen's gut. There was only one way to find out. "I-I'm gonna open the zipper," he said out loud. Al heard this, and shouted for his brother to stop, that it could be a trap. He had also started to sense the feeling of unease, as if something bad was about to happen. But his cry of warning went unheard from the receiver.

Slowly, Edward gripped the zipper in his left hand, and pulled it down. The zipper track went right down the middle of the dog's stomach. He squashed down the urge to vomit. When he finally opened it all the way, true terror finally settled in his limbs.

A little girl, sobbing and wailing, was curled up inside the cavity of an empty dog carcass. Ed could only stare at her, confusion and shock etched on his face. What kind of sick joke was this? His fear heightened when the girl started rocking back and forth, muttering, "Daddy will be mad, Daddy will be mad."

Something was definitely wrong. The suspense of what would happen next hung in the air, like a thick fog. Ed's fear was so great that he thought he would go mad. But just then, a hard crash against his apartment door startled him back to reality. He barely had time to register before the blow came again, harder, shaking the door in its frame. The girl was screaming now, "Daddy's coming, Daddy's coming!"

With one more thunderous blow, the door flew from its hinges onto the floor, the force of whoever was hitting it breaking it down. Ed sat facing towards the door, terror freezing him in place. He didn't dare move when the figure stepped into his apartment. He was an old man, wearing old, tattered clothes. His gray hair was unruly and ratty, as if birds had taken nest in there. He flashed a toothy grin, the teeth itself looking as though maggots had taken to them. In a deep, rumbling voice, he said, "I know you have my daughter, Edward."

That was what snapped him out of his stupor. Getting to his feet quickly, Ed summoned his only means of defense: his transmuted automail blade. Trying to keep the shaky tremor out of his voice, he yelled, "Who the hell are you? How do you know my name?"

The man chuckled. "I've actually been watching you for quite some time. I really have to thank you for taking care of my daughter." From his belt, he pulled out a long, rusty crowbar. Before Ed could blink, the man had gotten right in front of his face, the end of the crowbar positioned between where Ed's arm and shoulder port were connected. Ed gasped, not believing how an old man could move this fast. "But now it's time for us to go home." Before the teen could react, the man pulled the crowbar outward, forcefully dislodging his arm from his body in one quick movement. The metal arm fell free of his coat, landing with a heavy thud on the wooden floor, now useless. The force of the deft motion sent Ed back on his rear. He clutched at his empty automail port, turned away from the man.

The old man moved away from Edward towards the girl on the couch. The teen in question couldn't move. The sheer force of this psycho's strength struck a fear in him like he'd never felt before. He heard heavy footsteps coming towards him again. He looked up with his fear-filled eyes to see that the man was standing over him again, holding the girl in the crook of his arm. She was bawling now, unable to contain her fear any longer. The man knelt down and set the sobbing girl next to him. Now directly in front of Edward, the psychopath pulled out a white cloth. The teen's gold orbs widened at the sight of it.

"No, don't! Stay away from me!" he yelled, trying to crawl away. The fear had robbed him of his strength in his legs. But his resistance was to no avail, as the man roughly grabbed the teen's blond head in a strong grip, turning the back of it towards him. Quickly, he slipped the cloth over the teen's eyes, tying it tight behind his head, ignoring the blond's desperate protests all the while. "Now don't take that off until we get home, or there will be consequences," he muttered into Ed's ear.

The young alchemist was too afraid to disobey. His heart lurched into his throat when he felt the man easily pick him up and hoist him over his shoulder. His fighting instincts immediately kicked in. "Let go! Put me down, please!" he yelled, kicking and slamming his remaining fist into the man's back. But it was no use, he might as well be hitting a brick wall.

The man bent down and scooped the girl back into his arm again, and moved toward the door, dragging both children with him. Ed continued to wail against the man, meeting the same result. Once he realized he was being moved, dread hit him like a punch to the gut. No, please! Somebody help me!

"Al!" he called out. At the sound of his name, the armor at the other end of the phone line perked up. He had been listening to what had been transpiring up until this point. He could almost feel the fear and desperation through the phone, the feeling of not being able to help gnawing at his soul. Overwhelming worry filled him almost to the brim.

"Al!" His name came again. "Al, please! Help me! Al!" Ed was calling for his brother, knowing that he was talking to him when this all happened, temporarily forgetting that it was over the phone, his mind clouded with desperation. The feeling of helplessness rose again inside the suit of armor. There was nothing he could do. He was too far away.

Ed continued to call for his brother until they were outside of the building. The man carrying him walked up to a white van parked right outside. Somehow managing to open the set of double doors to the back of the vehicle, he tossed the girl and Ed inside. The girl scrambled to sit against the wall, hugging her knees to her chest, while Ed remained sprawled out on his left side. He curled his hand around his empty port. The man grinned. "Don't worry," he said, "we'll be home soon." With that, he slammed the doors to the van shut, plunging the children into darkness.

Ed couldn't see what was going on with the blindfold, but he knew he was tossed inside something. He felt the man climb into a seat at the front, and the rumble of a vehicle starting. He resisted the urge to cry. Instead, he lay shivering as the white van drove off into the night towards the edge of town. Back at the apartment, the only evidence left of the aftermath was the busted down door, the dangling receiver of the open-ended phone line, and the empty dog carcass still sprawled on the couch.

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Author's Note: This is the first story that will consist of multiple parts. I think this story will have four parts at the very least. Also, the time period that Ed and Al live had just discovered the use of different landlines, so they have a home landline in their apartment while Al is calling their home phone from a phone booth. At least, I think they had phone booths back then.

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