GHOST PROLOGUE- Hey, guys! I figured that since I was almost done with my very first story (I'm Comin at Ya!), I would put this up. It's been in my head for a while now, so I wrote it down and ta-da! Here it is! New story….or at least the prologue.

Hope you guys like it!

Perry the Platypus yawned and hopped out of Phineas Flynn's raft bed onto the floor, stumbling slightly as his sleepy paws hit the floor. He padded his way over to Ferb Fletcher's bed and leapt quite ungracefully into it, almost falling back off as he hit the side. He scrambled up quickly and settled down next to the green haired inventor, snuggling into the boy's warmth. Even in the middle of summer, his warmth was always-wait, what warmth?

Perry darted to his hind feet in surprise and suspicion. He immediately relaxed: the bed was made, so he knew where Ferb was. Quietly, so as not to wake the red head in the next bed over, Perry opened the bedroom door and slipped out, falling to all fours just before he passed the parent's room.

Linda and Lawrence were sound asleep, Lawrence snoring loudly and Linda with a pillow over her head. Perry trotted past Candace's room, door open a crack like always, and made his way down the stairs. He blinked as a shadow emerged, and then realized that it was just Candace, holding a glass of water. She practically fell over the platypus, managing to catch herself, but only just barely.

Perry waited for a tirade of insults to come flying out, but Candace just did a once over of herself and her glass, muttered an apology to Perry, and headed back up the stairs. Perry watched her go, and then jumped off the last few steps.

He headed past the living room, sleeping, the TV monitor humming softly to prove that it was still working. He padded into the kitchen just as the refrigerator kicked on, and jumped several feet before relaxing. His eyes immediately went to the back door, and he smiled slightly when he saw that it was open a few inches. How Candace hadn't noticed, he would never know.

Perry slipped out the door and glanced around the backyard. The moon gave the yard a silvery glow, lighting it almost as bright as day, even though it was only 3 in the morning. Perry spotted Ferb sitting under the infamous tree in the backyard, holding his knees up to his chest with his arms. The platypus began walking over to him, shivering violently as a breeze threw itself into the yard. He saw Ferb shiver visibly, and he scurried the last few feet over to the boy.

Perry leapt into Ferb's lap, scaring the boy half out of his wits, in the hopes that the added body heat would warm him and Ferb up. He glanced up and sighed before pushing up with his front paws and rubbing his head gently on Ferb's cheek, trying to rid the skin of its tears. Ferb clutched the platypus in his arms tightly and cried softly into his fur. Perry chattered soothingly and waited.

Not surprisingly, Ferb opened his mouth to speak. Perry had learned a couple years ago, when this whole thing had started, that when only presented with talking to him, Ferb talked about as much as Phineas. Ferb shivered and drew Perry closer before speaking.

"It was Scott again, Perry. Why can't he just leave me alone? He just appears in the freaking bedroom and wakes me up! I haven't gotten sleep in weeks! Why does he do this? I never did anything to him! But he thinks I did," the boy said, trailing off slowly and looking off to some unknown place over the fence. Perry glared around the backyard, cursing the messed up teen for ever coming near his boy. Couldn't he see it wasn't Ferb's fault?

"I mean," Ferb started, drawing Perry's eyes back up to the boy, "just because he died in front of our house doesn't mean he has to haunt…and hate me, does it?"

Perry sighed. Ferb glanced down at his platypus and gave a hint of a smile. He had known for a long time that the animal was smarter than he looked and acted, but some awful, forgotten memory burning deep in the unreachable depths of his mind warned him that he would regret it if he said anything. So he didn't.

He glanced up at the sky and looked at the stars, feeling for a moment that he was normal, just a kid who wanted to go outside and look at the stars and moon. Just because he had been on each didn't mean he didn't like to look at them. He looked back down at Perry, who seemed deep in thought before closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the rough bark of the tree.

PERRY'S POV

I sighed deeply, and made myself comfortable in Ferb's lap. I had a feeling we might be here for a while. This is the fourth time this month, can't they just leave him be and mind their own business?

Scott especially. That kid is bad news. He was 18, a complete thug, and he had 2 murders on his record before he finally died. Ferb's met some real gross ghosts, but Scott is the absolute worst.

Yes, I said ghosts. I didn't believe it either, until about 2 years ago…

So, what did you think? Could this work? Would you read it? IDK, so press review and do as the button commands!

PS: I don't own Phineas and Ferb. No, really, I don't!