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“You’re planning on doing what now?” Pinako question, adjusting her glasses to look at him in bafflement, “You can’t be serious!”
William looked her dead in the eye from across the table. He hadn’t touched his tea since they began this talk. “I assure you, I’m completely serious,” he said, “The boys need Dad back in their lives. We can’t just keep waiting around for him to return. We don’t even know what’s happened to him. For all we know he could be dead right now!”
“So you’re just going to leave those boys all on their own?” she questioned, narrowing her eyes at him and folding her arms over her chest, “They already feel alone and scared. If you leave it will only make things worse! Can’t you take them with you?”
“I can’t,” William responded, “If dad really is in trouble, and he’s in trouble with the person I think he might be…” William glared at the floor. “...It would be way too dangerous to bring them with. They could die or worse…” he explained, his fists clenching over each other as he rested his chin on his knuckles. “And I wasn’t going to leave them alone,” he said, “That’s why I’m telling you about this.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You want me to look after those boys on top of my own granddaughter while you’re off god knows where?” she asked him.
“I know it's a lot to ask of you,” he said with a sigh, “But I’m begging you, please help me with this. Just for a little while.”
She stared at him for a moment before sighing and nodding. “Alright. While I still don’t approve of this crazy scheme of yours, I’d be damned if I let those boys live all on their own without anyone to look after them.”
William smiled at her. “You have no idea how grateful I am towards you right now,” he said.
She shrugged in response. “Just make sure you come back quickly,” she said, “I don’t care if you’re right on that man’s tail, if you’re gone for more than a year and a day, you’re going to get more than an earful from me.”
William chuckled. “Duly noted,” he said with a smile before it fell, “Now, I need to tell you some things to be aware of before I go.”
….
A few weeks had passed since that day and William was finally ready to head out. He had warned Pinako to not let them back into the house unless they were being watched as they were there in case they thought about trying the taboo again. They were allowed to have their elementary alchemy books back, however, but only those. Any others found in their possession that weren’t library books were to be confiscated. He also warned her about anyone asking about them. He told her that if comes asking about Hohenheim or about the boys, to pretend not to know Hohenheim and keep them away from that person, to even say there were her son and Sarah’s children instead.
With that taken care of he was all packed and ready to leave, but his brothers weren’t ready to say good bye.
“Please don’t go!” Alphonse practically begged as he clung onto William’s arm, “Is this because of us sneaking into dad’s lab and taking his notes? We’re really sorry! Please don’t leave!” Meanwhile Edward was just glaring angrily at him.
“Alphonse, it’s going to be alright,” he said, “I won’t be gone for long. I promise. You miss dad too, right? Well I’m going to go find him. I’m gonna make sure he comes back and helps me take care of you two.”
“Whatever…” Edward muttered.
William turned to him and frowned. “What was that?” he questioned.
The boy continued to glare at him. “If you’re going to leave, just leave,” he said, hurt clear in his voice although he was trying to cover it with bite, “Go ahead and run off! Have fun frolicing around the country with dad or something.”
“Edward,” he said walking over to him and folding his arms. “I am coming back. I will come back!” he said, “I promise that.”
Edward continued to glare at him, but there was hope and trust in his eyes behind the cold look. “You better!” he warned, “Cause if you don’t, I’ll go after you and kick your ass!”
William smirked before he chuckled and ruffled Edward’s hair. The boy scrunched up his nose in annoyance. “I’d love to see you try pipsqueak!” he joked, causing him to growl, “But don’t worry. I’ll be back.”
“Don’t call me small…” Ed grumbled.
“Oh but this might be my last chance I get!” William joked, “Maybe next time I see you, you’ll finally have hit your growth spurt…though probably not.”
“Shut up!” Ed said, “You’ll see! I’ll be plenty tall once you get back!”
“We’ll see,” William said with a shrug before giving his brother a hug, “See ya soon, squirt. You and Alphonse stay out of trouble, ok? And make sure you listen to Pinako.”
“No promises,” Ed mumbled as he returned the hug.
William smirked as he pulled away. “That’s fine, I’ll just make Alphonse promise,” he responded. He then turned to said brother. “Hey bud,” he said as he gave him a hug, “You two take care of yourself while I’m gone and make sure your brother doesn’t get into too much trouble, alright?”
The little boy nodded as he tightly hugged his brother back. “I’m gonna miss you…” he said.
“I’ll miss you guys too. But don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll be back before you know it. You’ll see.” With that he stood back up and grabbed his suitcase before heading out. “I’ll see you boys later,” he called as he walked away, “Take care!”                          
“You two, Will!” Alphonse called as he waved. Ed just stood there as he watched his older brother leave. As he did so, he frowned. He wanted to believe Will, but he couldn’t help but feel like he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
….
When William first set off to find Hohenheim, hadn’t a clue of where he could be. However, he did know where he wasn’t or wouldn’t be. He and his father had discussed the general plan before hand. Since he believed she was living in Dublith, he would have stopped there first to get her attention. Then he would move from there and lead her away, moving from town to town, hanging around for a few weeks to make as much “noise” as possible before moving onto the next. So if he caught wind of the man having been in the area, he knew he had to immediately leave and head out to the next town. Soon enough, he would catch up to him. He made very few pit stops along the way, only pausing in his travels a few times when he met up with one of his father’s friends. He stopped in Xenotime and was surprised to find Nash Tringham living there.
….
Nash yawned as he walked to the door. Mentally he dreaded to see who it could be, but at the same time he knew he couldn’t disrespect Mugear by not answering. He’d be feeling the man’s wrath soon enough if that were the case. However, he was pleasantly surprised, and mildly confused, to find another familiar face standing there instead.
“William?” He question.
“Hello, Nash,” he said with a smile, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“14 years…” the man said, staring at the young man as if baffled by his presence, “You haven’t changed a bit…” When they had first, William had said he was 18. He should be in his early thirties by now, and yet he did not look like he had aged a day!
William hid his nerves with a smile and a shrug. “It’s a Hohenheim trait I suppose. We tend to age rather gracefully,” he lied, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling good naturedly as he did so. “May I come in?” he asked.
Nash hesitated but nodded before opening the door to let him in. Once he had come inside, Nash poured some coffee for the two of them and they began talking. He was surprised to learn all of what had happened to the young man. How he had settled down in Risembool to live with his father, how he had two younger brothers, how his stepmother had passed away, and how he was currently trying to find his father.
“I heard he was in town. Did you see him at all? Did he tell you where he was going?” William asked.
“I did briefly,” Nash said, “But he didn’t tell me where he was going. I’m sorry.”
William frowned. “Oh, thanks anyways,” he said, before taking a sip of his coffee, “So how have you been?”
The man smiled but there was sadness in his eyes. “Oh, could be worse I suppose…” he said, “Currently, I’m trying to research how to make an alchemic amplifier for someone, so at least I’m funded.”
William paused mid sip as a warning signal went off in his head. “Really?” he asked, trying to seem as if nothing was wrong, “For who?”
“A man named Mugear,” he explained, allowing Will to relax slightly, “He owns the town and wants to see if he can bring back the gold mines using alchemy.”
William frowned again. “Nash…” he warned, “You know that’s a serious federal offense. You could get into deep trouble.”
The man sighed. “I know…” he said, “But he’s the only one who will fund me for anything. I’m no state alchemist so if I want to be able to support my sons back home and further my work then I don’t see many other choices…” he then looked down shamefully. “But the truth is, I don’t think I can keep this up much longer. Things are getting out of hand…” he admitted, “He keeps pushing for progress, to be able to mass produce my red water project…” He then looked up at William. “But if I do that the whole town could suffer,” he admitted, “It would involve using a larger water supply among other things, and the only other larger water supply available is the river which is what the townspeople use for drinking water. The gas it gives off is already toxic. If it gets into their drinking supply…”
William nearly did a spit take. He looked at the man in absolute bafflement. Was he serious?! He his grip on his coffee cup tightened in anger, nearly making it crack. He gave the man a  grave look. “Then what the hell are you still doing here?! You need to stop this immediately,” he growled, “Get out of here. Find someone else to patron you or give up entirely.”
Nash blinked in surprise at his forwardness. “Give up?!” he repeated.
“You heard me,” William said, “This shouldn’t even be a debate. It’s not worth it. This sort of thing can’t end well, and you know it. You need to get out while you still can. The man clearly has no moral code if he’s willing to put the whole town at risk. How do you think he’ll treat you once you aren’t of any use to him?” This Mugear guy was reminding him more and more of another person he knew. Thank goodness he wasn’t an alchemist himself. “The town doesn't need gold. It can find some other way to support itself. Besides, you have sons waiting for you back home, correct?” he continued, “Do you really think you’ll be able to face them knowing you caused the deaths of dozens of people? How do you think they would feel if they ever found that out?”
Nash looked down again. “You’re right…” he said, “I...I should leave…But I still don’t know what to do with my research….” “It could be used for more than just gold. This could really help people...it’s far from any philosopher's stone but if produced correctly it might even be able to be used to heal illness,” he said.
“What you do with your research is up to you, but you need to get it the hell away from that guy’s grubby hands,” William said, “Completely clean house of anything and everything and don’t leave a single note behind. Trust me. People like him will stop at nothing to get what they want. Even if he can’t do anything with your work himself, he’ll just keep looking for someone more desperate to help him.”
Nash raised his eyebrows in alarm before giving the young man a thoughtful look. “You seem like you’re speaking from experience…” he observed.
William rolled his jaw as he glared at the floor. “You could say that...although my father has had more,” he admitted vaguely, “Let’s just say that I would never want anyone to have the displeasure of meeting the person I am thinking of.” Nash nodded in understanding, worried for the man but not pushing the subject any further. “I have to go,” William said after a minute’s silence, “Thank you for the coffee. And good luck Nash.” With that, the homunculus left to continue on his journey.
...                            
However, when he stopped by Majhal’s residence, he had been completely disgusted by what he discovered.

William glowered at the contents of the darkened room in disgust as the realized what was going on. The brass knob of the door began to cave in on itself from the tightness of his grip as his eyes glided over the many human dolls that stared blankly back at him. He had originally come through here because he heard his father had been heading east. He knew Majhal lived here, so he thought he might stop by and see if he had seen his father pass through here recently. The man had told him no, and Will would have just left after that, but something had caught his attention. Young teenage girls had been disappearing from here and the surrounding villages, and there had been the occasional sighting of a woman whom many claimed to have died a long time ago.
This had been a big red flag for William. Missing people and formally dead people just screamed Dante, so he decided to figure out what was going on. Little did he realize that Dante had absolutely nothing to do with this. Instead it was the very alchemist he had come here to speak with.
In hindsight, maybe William should have realized it was him all along. The man had always had an interest in bioachemy, and the normal dolls he created were creepy to begin with. Plus, the man had always pestered his father a little too much about what he was researching. But then again…who would have ever been able to foresee something so horrible?
“I see you’ve found my collection,” a low voice said from behind.
William slowly turned to him, face grim as he glared at him. “So this what you’ve been up to all these years?” He growled, “Sacrificing young girls to make living dolls? Homunculi?” His voice had become louder with every word. “Why?!”he questioned, “What is wrong with you?! This is sick!”
“No, that’s not what these are, though I have attempted human transmutation before,” he said, “I was unfortunately never able to come up with the correct formula.” “And I did this for love,” he argued, “I was lost without my dear sweet Korin. She was the most perfect, most elegant woman this world has ever known. After her death, the hole in my heart that had been left behind would never heal. So I did everything I could to bring her back. When human transmutation failed, I created my own method.” The man smiled proudly. “They are dolls with souls binded to them to give them life,” he said, “Quiet clever isn’t it? Unfortunately, souls don’t really like staying bonded to a foreign body, so there have been several occasions in which some of my dolls have gone rouge and scared the villagers. But my process has been improv-” He was cut off as he was suddenly socked in the jaw by the blond man, sending him careening into a wall.
“SHUT UP!” William roared, “I don’t want to hear another word out of you...you monster! You’re sick Majhal! This isn’t love! None of this is for love! This is nothing more than a disgusting and twisted form of lust!” His fists shook as he spoke. “These are LITTLE GIRLS you’re using to make these messed up toys of yours!” he cried, “You’re taking their souls and forcing them into bodies that aren’t their own to become someone they’re not just to fulfill your sick little reunion fantasy!” “They aren’t going rogue, you bastard, they’re trying to get away from you!” William continued, “I would too if my only other option was to become the toy of a demented, dirty old man like you! You’re going to pay for what you’ve done...You can’t just get away with toying with people’s lives like this!”
“Toying with lives? Don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical?” he questioned, “After all, your ‘father’ did much the same thing in trying to make you, didn’t he?” William froze. What was he talking about? Did he know? “Did you really expect me to believe you haven’t aged at all since I last saw you? I was a young man when we met. Even if you were eighteen, you should be in your early thirties by now, and yet you still look like you just turned twenty. And don’t even try to tell me that eye color of yours is a normal human color,” he said, “Also, I remember Hohenheim had research with him on human transmutation way back when. It's not hard to piece together. How was what he was doing any different than me, huh? He lost his real son and replaced him with you, didn’t he? And something tells me he had to crack a few eggs to make a perfect transmutation like you.”
William stared at him for a moment, shocked by his words. He tried to respond, but found himself dumbly opening and closing his mouth. In Truth, his father had been trying to replace the son he had lost at first. That was why he ad come into existence. ...but he wasn’t just a replacement! He was his own person!...Wasn’t he? He had always carried the memories of the first William in the back of his mind somewhere, and he had willingly taken up the name...but that had been his choice! Hohenheim let him make that choice. “No!” he finally growled slamming the man against the wall, “You don’t get to play head games with me. I’m not just some replacement! I’m my own entity and he understands that.” He then threw him into the room with the dolls, sending him crashing into the table in the center.
William stepped forward towards him. As he did so, Majhal pushed himself to his feet, grabbing a pen off of the dented table. “You’re not going to stop me…” he growled as his pen turned into a sword, “I WILL be reunited with my Korin!” He then charged at William, intending on slashing him in half. William turned his arm into a blade and backed up as the man’s sword connected with it. They fought down the hallway, exchanging parries.
“How?” he demanded, “How can you justify Hohenhiem’s actions in creating you but condemn mine! Regardless of if you really are ‘your own entity’. He lost someone too, did he not? And are you not the result of him trying to bring that person back? You cannot deny he and I are the same!”
William’s blood boiled in rage at his words as their blades clashed again. He looked upon the man with utter hatred and fury. How dare he say that! How dare he even suggest it! He wasn’t...They weren’t...Were they? He growled, rage boiling over. “SHUT UP!” he shouted, thrusting his arm forward, thus stabbing the man in the stomach. William’s eyes widened in shock as the man fell to the ground with a loud resounding thud. The hallway fell silent as the man’s life slipped away.
There was only one thing running through William’s mind at the moment: Well shit. That was unintended…Well, technically it was completely intended, but william had been too fueled by rage to realize what he was doing.
He backed away from the body nervously. To be fair, this wasn’t the first time he’d ended up killing someone (mostly in self defense, mind you. they had to get rid of Dante’s cronies when they came after them somehow) and if he were to be truthful, we would have said the man deserved it...but he certainly did not expect this turn of events.
“Mr Majhal?” a voice called. William looked up in fear. Crap! It was the maid! He couldn’t let her see him. He quickly dashed out of the building and escaped into the woods. As he ran, he couldn’t get rid of this shaken feeling that had overcome him. Majahaal’s words haunted him. Were his father and Majhal really so different? He had to sacrifice people too to make the stone. What was the distinction between the two? And what did this mean for what his brothers had attempted to do? He shuddered as he buried the thought. No. He would not compare them to this man. He let the questions die, but the queasy feeling did not leave his stomach.

Those didn’t distract him from his mission for too long, but he did get thrown off by a short red herring in the form of a man named Dr. Marcoh or possibly Maroh depending on the source he got the information from. He had heard the man had been healing people with some kind of red light. He had been quite suspicious when he had heard of this, wondering if he had a connection to their father at all. If had possibly gotten any stone fragments from him.

It was a bright sunny day as William approached the apartment. It was only a little after noon as he glanced from the address he was given before looking up to the small apartment. He raised an eyebrow. The place looked like a hovel...though maybe that was just the outside. Well, only one way of finding out. He climbed the steps to the front door before knocking on it. “Hello?” he called, “Doctor Marcoh? You alive in there?” There was no response. He knocked again. “I just have a few questions for you,” he said, “Could you come out for a minute?”
Another momentary silence passed. William huffed before he heard someone shuffling towards the door. He smiled as it opened, and he opened his mouth to introduce himself-
BANG!
Will’s eyes widened and his hands flew into the air as the bullet whizzed past him. He glanced in the direction in which it went before turning back to the one who had fired it in surprise. He raised an eyebrow at the man he saw before him. He was middle aged with black hair. He looked at William positively terrified as he held his gun up, ready to fire.
“Wh-who are you? What do you want?” he demanded, “Are you with the military?! Are you going to try to take me back? Because I’m not going! You can’t make me!”
William stared at the man for a long moment, processing what exactly had just happened. Once he had, he promptly turned on his heels and left. “Nope,” he said, “Not dealing with anymore of this shit.” With that, he left the most likely unstable man behind and continued on his quest elsewhere.

Still, he hadn’t managed to waste more than a month on that venture. However, things became more complicated when he reached the big cities. Information was either scarce due to the constant influx of new information over shadowing it or the the sheer amount of gossip making it near impossible to figure out the truth. He spent over two months just trying to figure out where Hohenheim had gone after he had been in East City. It took him even longer once he had made it to Central.

William sat in the pub, arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at his map. He had been extremely close on Hohenheim trail before, or at least he thought he had been, but after entering Central he lost it again. William sighed in frustration. He had been at this for almost a year in total, but still had no luck. It was almost like he was harder to find than the philosopher’s stone! He was starting to wonder if Dante had gotten her hands on him or not.
He folded his hands and rested his mouth on them. He could try checking below the city. The ruins were still under there. ‘Course, that might be right where Dante is hiding out, waiting for him. He growled and ran a hand through his hair. This was infuriating and seemed to be getting more and more impossible. Maybe he should just go home…
All of a sudden, two men walked into the bar. Both had black hair, although one was much taller than the other. The taller was wearing glasses and chatting away. He couldn’t make out what he was saying, but he began to make out some of it as they walked up to him and sat down next to him. “Seriously Roy, this has got to be the toughest one yet!” the taller one said, “We keep finding the bodies, but it doesn’t look like the victims are being killed on site. It’s like they’re being transported somehow…”
William raised an eyebrow, glancing over at them. The tall man had several files spread out over the table with photos of different people. William found his eye drawn to them.
The shorter man noticed his interest and raised an eyebrow at him. The taller man with glasses followed his line of sight to William. He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t suppose you recognize any of these individuals, do you?” he asked.
William blinked and looked up. “Oh sorry, no,” he said, “Just naturally nosey. I heard you talking and I got curious. It's not everyday someone walks into a bar talking about a murder case.”
Maes shrugged. “Sorry, work’s been nuts lately so it’s been bleeding over into what should be my leisure time,” he said, “My name’s Maes Hughes by the way, and this is my friend Roy.” He held out a hand to him.
The homunculus smiled. “William,” he responded, taking his hand and shaking it, “So, you two are in the military, huh? Investigations, I assume?”
“You’re half right,” Maes said, “I’m in investigations. Roy over here is a state alchemist.”
William raised an eyebrow at that. “Is that so?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m a little surprised you didn’t recognize him sooner,” he responded, “He’s a bit famous around here, at least as far as state alchemists go.”
William shrugged. “I’m not exactly from around here so I don’t know much about local celebrities,” he explained.
Both men looked surprised. “Really?” Roy asked, “Where are you from, then?”
“Nowhere really,” he said, “I’ve been traveling most of my life, but I ended up staying in a small village out east for a few years. It's very small. You probably haven’t heard of it.” Even though he doubted either of these men were connected to Dante, it became a subconscious habit not to say which town he had come from incase word got back to her some how. He wasn’t even sure what the woman or her latest model of henchmen looked like anymore so he had to be cautious.
“I see,” Roy responded, “Is this your first time in Central?”
William pause. Honestly he had lost count of how many times he had been to the capital city, but this was the first time in over half a century he had returned. “I wasn't here once before,” he said, “But I was much younger then and we were just passing through.”
“Sounds like you need a tour guide!” Maes said, “If you’re still around during the weekend, maybe we can show you the best places here in Central.”
“Thank you, but no thank you,” he said, “I’ve stayed here long enough. I really should be moving on.”
Maes raised an eyebrow. “Really?” he asked, “How long have you been in town?”
“...A few months…” William admitted.
Both men looked surprised. “Months?” Roy repeated, “Why have you been here for so long?”
William chose his words carefully. “I’ve been looking for someone…” he said, “I thought they might be here but I’ve had no luck finding them.”
Maes gave him a sympathetic look while roy had a curious expression. “Sorry to hear that,” he said, “I hope you have better luck here in the future. Who were you looking for?”
“A family member that I haven’t seen in a few years,” he said, “I lost contact with him and I wanted to make sure he was doing ok.”
Maes patted him on the back while Roy continued to analyze him. “I’m sure he’s  alright,” he said, “Have you tried going to the police to find him yet?”
“Not yet,” William said, “Though that's partially because I’m not sure if he’s been living in Central as of late.”
“Pardon me,” Roy interjected, “This may seem like a strange question...but are you related to Van Hohenheim?”
William froze at that, slowly turning to him. He shifted his body into a more defensive position. How did he know that? “Why are you asking?” he responded.
“Sorry, you just look like him,” he explained, “He had been working for the military for a short time, but then disappeared rather quickly without finishing his research. I was wondering if you knew anything about where he might be.”
“Sorry,” he said taking a sip of his drink, “But I’m afraid I don’t.”
“But you know him, don’t you?” he asked, “Is that who you were looking for here in Central?”
“Nope. Don’t know the man,” he responded, “And even if I did, why would I give information about him to total strangers?”
Roy narrowed his eyes but dropped the subject. He could tell he was lying. He didn’t know why the boy was being so defensive but let him be. “Very well then,” he said, “Thanks anyways.” “So are you an alchemist, William? What do you do for work?” he asked trying to change the subject, “You said that you travel a lot, but you must have something to fund those travels.”
“Afraid not,” William responded, “Just a normal chemist. Can’t draw a circle to save my life. Although I am well versed in the different theories.”
“Oh really?” Roy questioned, “Like what?”
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“Please don’t go!” Alphonse practically begged as he clung onto William’s arm, “Is this because of us sneaking into dad’s lab and taking his notes? We’re really sorry! Please don’t leave!” Meanwhile Edward was just glaring angrily at him.
“Alphonse, it’s going to be alright,” he said, “I won’t be gone for long. I promise. You miss dad too, right? Well I’m going to go find him. I’m gonna make sure he comes back and helps me take care of you two.”
“Whatever…” Edward muttered.
William turned to him and frowned. “What was that?” he questioned.
The boy continued to glare at him. “If you’re going to leave, just leave,” he said, hurt clear in his voice although he was trying to cover it with bite, “Go ahead and run off! Have fun frolicing around the country with dad or something.”
“Edward,” he said walking over to him and folding his arms. “I am coming back. I will come back!” he said, “I promise that.”
Edward continued to glare at him, but there was hope and trust in his eyes behind the cold look. “You better!” he warned, “Cause if you don’t, I’ll go after you and kick your ass!”
William smirked before he chuckled and ruffled Edward’s hair. The boy scrunched up his nose in annoyance. “I’d love to see you try pipsqueak!” he joked, causing him to growl, “But don’t worry. I’ll be back.”
“Don’t call me small…” Ed grumbled.
“Oh but this might be my last chance I get!” William joked, “Maybe next time I see you, you’ll finally have hit your growth spurt…though probably not.”
“Shut up!” Ed said, “You’ll see! I’ll be plenty tall once you get back!”
“We’ll see,” William said with a shrug before giving his brother a hug, “See ya soon, squirt. You and Alphonse stay out of trouble, ok? And make sure you listen to Pinako.”
“No promises,” Ed mumbled as he returned the hug.


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Awwww. Poor widdle Al, who would walk away from that cute, sad, pouty face?

And Ed, but he cheers up a little at the end.


Great work.
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Artdirector123 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you!
yeah. It took a lot of WILL power to walk away from him. XD
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bbb35 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2017

LOL Oh, very funny pun.

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"I didn't think it was funny." William frowned.

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"I paid my price, my adorable little brother Alphonse no longer has chubby cheeks for me to smooch and nuzzle." william cried.


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Artdirector123 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you.

So sad....:'(
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bbb35 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2017
True.
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