Vagrant couldn't help but himself whistling a jazzy tune as he got out of as he made his way to bed for the night. School had just ended for the year, and he could spend his time as he saw fit, mostly being a lazy bum and playing video games all day. He was walking over to the front door when he tripped and the world turned upside down and his head slammed against a table. A small, unearthly hand was jutting out of the ground and gripping his ankle, making him break out into a cold sweat. "Jesus! What the hell ARE you?!" It was no use. More arms came up and wrapped themselves around him, until his vision was obscured and he finally blacked-out.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Vagrant thrust his eyes open. A man wearing a blue military coat was staring down at him looking concerned, and past that the cloudy sky. He must be laying on the ground. As he sat up, Vagrant noticed something strange...he wasn't breathing. Stranger yet, he didn't<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>to breathe. A familiar voice brought him out of his shock. "No offense Al, but that was disappointing. Are you feeling alright?" The voice gave it away immediately. It was Maes Hughes, from that show he always watched growing up, Fullmetal Alchemist. "Hughes? What in th-" Vagrant immediately covered his mouth with his hands, which resulted in a distinctly metallic<span style="font-style: italic">clang!</span>His voice was much higher than he remembered, much more boyish. Wait, if Hughes is here, does that mean...<br/><br/>He stood up and looked around for verification. mountain crags loomed in front of him, and a steep cliff dropped off behind. It was apparent Hughes had meant to knock him off. All it took was a glance at the puddle-ridden ground to finally convince him. Vagrant was no longer the lazy, sarcastic 16 year old he knew himself as, but something else very foreign yet so familiar. He'd become Alphonse, the living suit of armor that he knew and loved. He wasn't sure whether to be excited or horrified. He finished his sentence from before.<br/><br/>"What are you doing here? Where is here?! Hell, why do you even<span style="font-style: italic">exist!?</span>And...and this!" Vagrant said, gesturing towards his new body. "Whoa, slow down now, kiddo. You're starting to worry me." Clearly, he wasn't going to get any answers. Switching mindsets, Vagrant wanted a chance to test his new body out, just take make sure he wasn't crazy. If he survived, he was Alphonse, and if not, he'd wake up from this dream. He eyed the cliff. The drop was maybe, thirty feet? Casting all doubts aside, Vagrant leaped off the cliff, surprised at the suit's agility. His boots hit the ground, and he felt nothing but the rocks below him.