[voice; english] not a monster yet but GETTING THERE AHAHAHA
[The communicator turns on as though it'd been thrown against a wall. The scene shows Al... pretty much tearing the apartment apart. Smashed electronics litter the floor and other things... just seem warped by alchemy. Al himself is on the edge of the camera's vision; only his feet can be seen.]
Nngh. What's wrong with my head-- my seal? But I guess none of you would no about it.
[The comm is kicked. You are now staring at a shot of Al without his chestplate. Al, with no fucking body controlling his armor WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS. To make things creepier, the helmet's eyes are glowing an even brighter red than normal.]
Because if I tell, people start assuming, o-or asking questions! I can't tell back home because of the damn law, and I can't tell here because the last time someone knew what I was, I WAS FUCKING MURDERED!
[He claps and punches the wall, which then slowly breaks apart to reveal the wires and insulation and all that good stuff. Al's voice takes on a more desperate tone. People would probably be more sympathetic if he wasn't, you know, acting like a goddamn lunatic.]
Wh-why do people keep punishing me?! I know what I did was wrong, I'm living proof of that! If you can call this living. I couldn't help mom, I can't help Brother, and all people ever want to do when I ask for help is use me! What the hell is wrong with people?!
[One scream of frustration and another clap later, and the screen goes black. Whoops, looks like the lights just went out in the apartment.
All that can be seen as the device clicks off are Al's red eyes glowing in the dark.]
Nngh. What's wrong with my head-- my seal? But I guess none of you would no about it.
[The comm is kicked. You are now staring at a shot of Al without his chestplate. Al, with no fucking body controlling his armor WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS. To make things creepier, the helmet's eyes are glowing an even brighter red than normal.]
Because if I tell, people start assuming, o-or asking questions! I can't tell back home because of the damn law, and I can't tell here because the last time someone knew what I was, I WAS FUCKING MURDERED!
[He claps and punches the wall, which then slowly breaks apart to reveal the wires and insulation and all that good stuff. Al's voice takes on a more desperate tone. People would probably be more sympathetic if he wasn't, you know, acting like a goddamn lunatic.]
Wh-why do people keep punishing me?! I know what I did was wrong, I'm living proof of that! If you can call this living. I couldn't help mom, I can't help Brother, and all people ever want to do when I ask for help is use me! What the hell is wrong with people?!
[One scream of frustration and another clap later, and the screen goes black. Whoops, looks like the lights just went out in the apartment.
All that can be seen as the device clicks off are Al's red eyes glowing in the dark.]