FT one shots and crossovers

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Hi! um.... this may seem like a weird mix. Wizards versus science.

But I'm putting my own twist to this. The idea of the humonculi are different. They don't eat philosopher stones, they don't have a philosopher stone as their "nucleus".

Why am I telling you this?

You just have to find out.

He was going to do it. He was finally going to bring his brother back. His mother died at his brother's birth. His father followed a few years after. Next, his brother left him in a fire.

He was not going to be alone. He was going to bring his brother back! He was going to bring his brother back to life!

He sighed shakily.

Human transmutation. The one unforgivable sin. The taboo of all alchemical forms. He was going to preform it.

He had all the components readied in the circle. The carbon, water, sulfer, salt, many elements from the periodic table. It was enough to bring back a child at the age of three. It was enough... right? He even offered his blood.

Setting his teeth, he summoned his energy, placing it all into the can of black substance, pushing his will, forcing it to create a human body, to create his brother.

As the wind picked up, he felt the world move around him. It was nauseating.

He opened his eyes. When did he close them? He saw the runes glowing an eerie purple. It all was moving, the supplies. His eyes widened, his mouth opened and smiled. He saw it taking form. His brother's form.

So close!

Just a bit more.

Suddenly lightning sparked around from the circle. The black dust moved about. No! His brother!

The wind blew him back. The fall was rough on his head.

The next thing he saw was light. A bright, golden light. He was uneasy. It was all unreal. He turned around slowly, and saw it.

The tall gate...

He saw the truth of it all. The world around him. It was all the same. Life, death. Joy, regret. Love, hate. The world's wars. The world's arguments.

... it was all so pointless.

He was suddenly thrusted back to the light. A voice seeped into his head. "I have warned you before, boy." It was back again.

"You've tried time and time again, and always failed. You've gone and made monsters out of your failures. Now, with intentions of making your brother, you turned him into one as well."

The boy held his head, shaking it roughly. "No! Stop talking! That's not true! It isn't!" His eyes began to cry. "It can't be... n-not him..... n-not my brother. N-not -!"

"Can't you see what you have done! What you have created!"

A small dark window opened in the light. It showed a deformed being. Ribs stuck out as swords from the back. Its arms were twisted back. Left and right were switched. Its legs walked, but limped heavily. His couldn't keep its tongue in its mouth. The eyes were dead and blank. It was a demon.

"N-no. Th-that can't be- it can't be what came out this time. I-I've practiced! It should have turned out better! Th-that - that isn't -"

"It is, boy! Just you can't make a life! You cannot make your brother!"

"Lies!"

"Truths! Human transmutations cannot be done! Your brother is dead! No matter if he died twelve years ago. He will always be dead!!!"