The Empath Alchemist {Edward Elric X Reader}

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tw: death, emetophobia warning (descriptions of vomitting)

"(Y/n)."

The fifteen year old empath woke with a gasp, the echo of her frantic breath ringing through her ears, bouncing back and forth between a hollow surface she could not physically locate with her eyes.

Feeling in her fingers and limbs slowly came to her as she grew somewhat conscious of her surroundings. Her head and body felt light once her mind reconnected with the nerves in her arms and legs that motivated her to try to walk. The task, however, proved rather difficult to execute. The alchemist blinked her eyes sluggishly, rolling her head backward and to the side, unsure of what she was searching for but certain she would find it if she continued to look.

But there was nothing for miles. Only white. A sheer, blank canvas of space that stretched for miles and miles above her head and below her feet. She looked to the left, then to the right, and there was only nothing.

The only audible noise amidst the blaring silence of this empty world was her breaths, deep, labored. She looked down at her fingertips, then to her feet which were bare. A large, white shirt and pants dwarfed her floating figure, successfully making the young girl feel far smaller than she already had.

She didn't speak, nor did she attempt to move again. Somehow, she understood that there was no point in doing so, for the effort would have been fruitless. She was nothing but a child here, a human, and she found a bizarre comfort in comprehending so.

It was so, very quiet. So calm, so still. The world moved at its own pace, here, outside of the box she was evidently trapped inside of. She could feel her heart's gentle patter against her ribcage, the blood pulsing through her veins, the tickle of her lashes against her cheek each time she blinked. She could taste the air on her tongue, smell the sweetness of this vacancy, hear the dull ring of muteness. Every sense in her body was heightened in the most numbingly, sedative manner. Her lids lulled close as she drifted through space. The perception of her senses had never felt so alleviating, so tender and soft.

She couldn't muster the energy nor the motivation to question where she was, for it all felt so achingly familiar. As if she were meant to be here, as if this place, this nothingness, was crafted for her.

"(Y/n)."

Her eyes peeled open, the reverberated call of her name waking her from her daze.

Who was there?

She lifted her head to the sky and saw white as she had expected.

Her movements were slow, for gravity worked against her as she gradually maneuvered her body to examine the left. She saw nothing. As she expected.

"(Y/n)?"

The voice grew louder, only this time, it belonged to a new owner, different from the last who had called her all but twice.

The girl mindlessly obeyed the call, turning over her right shoulder to find who spoke her name.

The Empath Alchemist's body dropped to the ground once she turned, feet thudding against concrete. Her brows furrowed, and when she looked up, she saw a cramped alleyway leading to a small, gray village center.