(A/N: First fanfic, forced myself to upload this bit so I'd have to put the rest of it on...enjoy! Comments and ratings are always welcome...)
The dream began as it always did.
A blinding white flash of light. Then darkness.
And disorientation. Where am I?
Slowly, the blurry shadows solidify. Sometimes they do, but not always. Tonight, however, the shadows became reality. What are those metallic things flying over Danville?
Somehow, he got hold of a baseball launcher and started fighting the flying beasts destroying his hometown.
There was one other odd feature of all his dreams, though.
Perry's a secret agent?
They were going up a building he didn't know offhand, although he could swear he'd seen it before. Him, Perry and the baseball launcher were rappelling up.
And then they were at the top and Phineas could see a satellite dish and someone who was controlling it.
He tried to sneak there undetected, but-
-a robotic platypus engaged Phineas, knocking his baseball launcher to the floor.
His beloved pet then began a brutal hand-to-hand duel with the robotic platypus.
While they were distracted, Phineas saw the satellite dish, the man, and he understood.
The dish controls the robots! If I could just make a dash for my launcher...
Bravely, he tried to do so, but-
"Oh no you don't," said the man while picking up Phineas' launcher.
Phineas instinctively backed up a little. Then the images blur, and chaos rules once more. He was fading away from his dream-
-refocus? can I see more?
The images become sharper. The man was saying "You've been a thorn in my side for too long..." and aiming the baseball launcher.
Perry whistled to him. With his tail, Perry hit a baseball bat towards him-
-the launcher went off-
-and, in one stroke, he caught the bat, and hit the ball beautifully!
The ball destroyed the satellite dish, and just like that, the robots collapse.
The images blur once more.
Come on! I need to know what happens!
As if influenced by his desires, the image refocuses.
"...so, none of us will remember any of today?"
"That's right."
"Good!"
He could see it coming. Isabella held him and kissed him.
"Isabella!"
The kiss was over very quickly.
"Hit it, Carl!"
"No, wait, wait!"
Then the blinding flash again. And Phineas had to make do with that.
Around that time, a man was waiting in a dim cafe.
The waitress approached him. "Would you like something to drink?"
Yes, of course! Why do you think I am here? "Just coffee will do, thank you." he said, forcing a smile.
The waitress disappeared, partially to get the coffee, partially out of fear that her customer might get angry with her. Darn. She read me like a book. I have got to keep a tighter lid on my emotions, even though this is an important day.
No problems. This is what I was trained for.
I can't remember the last time I saw my son. How old is he now...thirteen? Sixteen? I don't know. And I can't redeem myself even if I wanted to.
Pooh. Who needs redemption? What use is it? Redemption is for the weak-minded, and those religiously inclined. I know I don't do those.
Money and power. It's always money and power. Anyone who says otherwise is a fool.
Right now, this man was waiting for a chance to seal both money and power for himself.