Hello! This fic will be a series of one-shots about Doofenshmirtz based on various prompts I've collected from various places. I hope you'll find them creative and engaging. Would that make them 'creaging'? 'Engative'? It's probably something like that.

The tone of the chapters will vary, so if one chapter isn't to your taste, maybe the next will be. The prompts are also quite general, so maybe they'll inspire you with a different idea for a different character!

Here goes.


Write about the first time your character experienced snow.


A sharp "Bewegen sie nicht!" caused Heinz to snap back to attention.

It was a night colder than any Heinz could remember. He sighed, his breath forming a fleeting cloud before disappearing, as if it was glad to get away from him. He didn't know how many nights he had been standing out any more - the nights really start to blend together after the second or third week of being the family lawn gnome.

Well, it had been at least 104 days, he reasoned (an odd number of days to choose, but he stood by it). He had watched autumn come and go, had watched the leaves on the trees in his vision go from lush green to deep reds, browns and golds, before falling off and turning to a wet mushy layer on the ground. Cast off from the trees, like Heinz himself had been from his house and family.

It had to be that way, of course, both for the leaves and for him. But apart from the moon (and his neighbour, Kenny), the leaves were the only company he had during the Autumn nights, and seeing them float to the ground one by one until they were all on the floor, to be trampled underfoot, upset him greatly.

The weather had grown colder too. He couldn't shiver or move around a lot without risk of a scolding, so he was sensitive to the temperature. He knew it would get bad as winter approached, but he didn't think it would get this bad. His nose especially felt as if it would fall off.

That would be terrible. If his nose broke, then he wouldn't be able to serve his duty as a lawn gnome, and then who would protect their garden from witches, spells, wood trolls?

He was in the middle of this thought when something moved in his vision. Something small, like a white dot. It fell from the sky, but it wasn't rain.

Heinz blinked. Did he imagine it? Was it a witch's spell?

Another dot floated downwards, slowly, unthreatening. Heinz stared at it as it fell and landed softly on the ground. He felt one land on his shoulder and he flinched. Was their house under attack from the sky? Maybe if he didn't move, the dot wouldn't hurt him?

Minutes passed as his fear and terror built up. More white dots fell all around him, landing on the ground and staying there, building up slowly. They were under attack from the sky, he knew it. He closed his eyes and wished desperately for it to go away, for it to do no harm to his family. He could feel more of the dots landing on him.

More minutes passed. But he felt fine - maybe the dots meant no harm? Eventually, curiosity got the better of him, and he cautiously touched the place where the first dot had landed on him. The spot was wet, and he looked at his shoulder to see there was no dot there. It had turned into water?

Soon, the whole ground was covered in a thin layer of white. The drops were falling thicker now. He looked around, amazed. Even the trees were coated in white. What kind of spell was this? It didn't seem to do anything except turn everything colourless and make things damp.

And then a particular dot caught his eye. Only this one wasn't just a dot. It was a beautiful white crystal, a symmetric geometric piece of art. Enthralled, he stretched out his hands and the fragile crystal landed in them, gently. For a brief moment, all of his worries were forgotten.

There was a sudden scuffling of feet from behind and Heinz jumped, the crystal shattering. There, in the doorway of the house, stood his father. Past his father, his mother was sitting on the rocking chair, Roger sleeping on her lap. They were beside the fireplace, a wondrous beacon of heat and light. Just the sight of it filled Heinz with warmth. He longed to sit beside it, until a wind blew that bit his cheek and reminded him of his place.

His father's scowling face planted guilt in Heinz's mind. How long had his father been watching him? Was he supposed to have done something about the white dots? What would his punishment be for moving?

He then realised he was shivering, and couldn't stop himself doing it.

When his father finally spoke, his face was still stony and impassive. "Come inside."

Heinz's eyes widened. It was a test, surely. Maybe it wasn't even his father, but a wood troll in disguise?

"B-But, the garden…" he croaked, realising with a start how weak his voice sounded.

"Dummkopf!" he shouted. "Snow will protect garden. No need for you to continue to be bad lawn gnome."

Heinz hesitated, then could restrain himself no longer and shuffled gratefully into the house, the fire causing feeling to return to his hands and feet and nose, and making all of the white dots on him to disappear.

It snowed for the next 6 nights, too, after which, right on the morning of January the 1st, another lawn gnome was delivered to the house.


Poor Heinz. But things turn out alright eventually.

If you have prompt suggestions, or requests, or you just want to see more, let me know! Your thoughts are appreciated.

Take care.