Somewhat Human (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Dear Those Who've Trespassed,

^^^ Your blood seal did a lot of research for it sooooo I'm pretty proud of it.

White synonymous with the snow, winter, and along with the feelings that come with the season, at least to us. White was all (Y/n) could see when she woke up and this caused her to spiral into questions, most involving her location and identity. She clumsily sat herself up and looked around, she wasn't in a winter wonderland, instead a vast plane of nothingness.

Looking down at her hands there was something odd about them, they were glossy with no dots or blemishes and a total absence of body hair.

Running her hand down her arm she flinched at the texture it was smooth, too smooth but she had no other references to what she looked like so she had to assume this is how she is.

(Y/n) went to go rub her eyes but that too came with its own surprises, she only felt one eye the left one completely erased, if she knew anything about herself she would have screamed.

" Looks like you're awake, you slept like the dead."

She snaps her head toward the voice and saw an outline of a pure white human, she wondered how she missed them since there weren't many places to hide, to her very limited knowledge at least.

(Y/n) stared at the 'person'  and tilted her head, "Do you get my joke? Slept like the dead, and your dead... well you were. " It was more complicated than that but for the sake of their joke they kept it simple, (Y/n) didn't have the proper context to find the joke funny but even if she did who's to say she'll laugh?

She opens her mouth out of instinct to reply to the figure, but only random gibberish came out like a baby learing to talk. The outline folds their arms connecting the final dots they needed, they stand up and sit closer to (Y/n) before explaining to her.

"You died and one transfer later, here you are." A blunt answer, though (Y/n) didn't know what any of that meant, she didn't remember anything of how she died hell, she didn't even know that she died until right now.

" How about I introduce myself before I continue?" They asked but it wasn't like (Y/n) could answer, " I'm a lot of things to a lot of people but for your purposes call me Truth." Truth put their hands on their hips with a toothy grin, and (Y/n) speaks in random gibberish again before stopping.

Truth lets out a hum thinking of how they could word this in a way that it would make sense to a girl that has no memories of who she is or how to speak and possibly walk, Truth wouldn't dissmis the idea she has no clue about the world in general either.

" Your mother with help from someone else used alchemy to try and bring you back but it was a failure since you have no memories, missing an eye and you don't know how to, well be a human." (Y/n) looked down and fiddled with her shirt, it was purple knitted sweater maybe handmade but no one knew.

Truth looks at the girl, the girl who doesn't even know her own name, "Humans." Truth sighs while slumping over thinking about what they should do with the girl, they could give her back her body or memories, but then what? Send her back into the real world where she has no one? Or keep her here for all eternity?

Both ideas had their own fair share of pros and cons and it wasn't like (Y/n) could say what she wanted, " I can fix your speech and any mobility problems by sending you through the gate." (Y/n) looked up confused at Truth's sudden vagueness since they always give a explanation but was hopeful that she'll be able to walk and talk but then it hit her, who would she go back to and how would she even survive?

(Y/n) looked behind her and saw a huge stone door, a palm tree carved into it. The leaves of the plam tree extended into spheres, she couldn't understand the language written on them, granted she couldn't read.