An Undertale Alchemist

After an explosion erupted outside your medic station near the edge of the battlefield you were sent out to look for any severely wounded soldiers whilst your older brother Colonel Mustang led an army through a gory battle of hate and shame.

Hiding under the mist of smoke and ashes you made your way through the battlefield to search for any soldiers that were too wounded to hold up their own gun. The sight of the desert that was once a peaceful pleasant place quickly being turned to a large river of blood and bodies of innocent people made you beyond sick to your stomach. You made your way through without a single scrape without finding a single person that was wounded and still alive. Every body you passed had no movement. No pulse.

"This needs to stop." You whimper as you beheld the sight of a young child with darkened skin and beautiful yet dull eyes hold up a gun in your general direction. The gun was much too big for the child to hold on his own, you could see his tiny muscles quiver and shake under the weight of a sniper he tore from a dead lieutenant's hands. "Please, Roy. Make this stop." You cried into the air as the child shot the gun making a horrible pain erupt from your lower stomach. You looked down and saw a pool of red soak your blue uniform. You looked back up for one final second to see the small child on the ground with a small hole between his eyes.
You closed your eyes for the last time and ran blindly, clutching your bleeding stomach and wiping the tears that escaped your hold. With one final push you tripped and fell down a dark tunnel. A dark tunnel with no light at the end.