A/N: Second Dimension AU that's been on Ao3 for nearly a year! ...whoops.


Doofenshmirtz let out a small huff when he heard the door open out of his view. What was with people and bothering him so much? Didn't they know he was busy controlling the Tri-State Area?

"Uh, excuse me? You wanted to see me and my son?"

Doofenshmirtz finally looked up from the blueprints he was working nodded and nodded at the sight of a man holding a young child at the doorway. "Ah yes, the two that have been destroying my Norm-Bots."

The man let out a sigh as he adjusted the kid on his hip. "That's a misunderstanding, Sir."

"We'e not jinktheth!" the kid yelled as he glared at Doofenshmirtz. "We'e jutht thpethal!"

The moment Doofenshmirtz raised his good eyebrow, the kid gasped and hid his face against the man's neck, so Doofenshmirtz focused his gaze back on the man. "Care to explain, Mr.…"

"Murphy," the man answered, "I'm Martin Murphy, and this is my son, Milo."

Doofenshmirtz crossed his arms and nodded. "All right, Mr. Murphy, care to explain what misunderstanding has caused it to appear that you two are destroying my Norm-Bots?"

"Well, as strange as it sounds, the explanation is simply 'Murphy's Law'." When Doofenshmirtz gave no reaction, Martin sighed and continued, "You know, 'anything that can go wrong will'?"

"I'm aware of what Murphy's Law is, but you're the only two that've destroyed this many Norm-Bots."

Martin shrugged slightly. "Well, around us, Murphy's Law tends to almost be a guarantee. Things just tend to go wrong if they're able to, which includes your robots."

Doofenshmirtz nodded slightly and focused his gaze back on Milo. "And this happens with both of you?"

Milo turned his head to look over his shoulder at Doof but didn't say anything as Martin adjusted his grip on the kid. "Yes, it's a hereditary condition. I'm sorry for having inconvenienced you like that. We didn't do anything on purpose to damage your bots—it just happened."

"All right then, Mr. Murphy," Doofenshmirtz said as he stroked his goatee. "I'll let you go for now then. However, I doubt this'll be the last time I see you in here—I will be checking in to make sure you're not purposely sabotaging my Norm-Bots."

"Of course, Sir."

As Martin turned to leave with Milo, Doofenshmirtz put aside the blueprint he initially had been working on, then pulled up another sheet of blueprint paper for a new project. That little visit left him with a wonderfully awful idea…


A/N: Fun stuff's coming up ^^