Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb, nor "Bad Romance." They are both products of their creators and I have no ownership.
Pairing: Phineas x Ferb
A/N: Yes, I will take your children's shows and tweak them to what I want! HAHAHAHA!
Bad Bro-Mance: Chapter One
"You know that I want you, and you know that I need you. I want your bad, your bad romance."
This was their final summer vacation before graduation and college. Both had grown a great deal since their childhood. Ferb now stood a good six feet tall and remained fairly silent as always. Phineas didn't get quite as lucky and remained short, but wasn't child sized. The oak tree's branches loomed over them as they lay out on the well kempt grass.
Phineas turned his head and looked to his step-brother, "Hey Ferb- what should we do today?" All of the things they planned over their childhood summer's had been completed. "We have no more blue prints… Isabella moved, Buford's chilling with Baljeet…" His head tilted down to look at his feet. "Things have changed a lot since we were kids."
"Indeed…" Ferb responded, brushing his mess of lime green hair back. "How about this?" He pulled out plan he had in his back pocket. As he aged, Ferb had become a bit more dark even though his brother had remained bright and sunny with his life. "Zombie apocalypse? Ferb…." Phineas shook his head, "How did you come up with this idea? It's brilliant." The redhead grinned, "But really… do we NEED to turn Danville into a complete zombie monstrosity?"
"It'll make the hundred and four days go by quicker, maybe even cancel school…" Ferb said with his thick British accent. Phineas nodded, "Shall we start gathering the necessary materials to infect everyone?" The two of them got up and headed straight to the garage.
They'd gotten numerous poisons and chemicals over the years and the taller of the two had already perfected the one they needed. "But who will be the first test subject Ferb?" Phineas quirked a brow at him as their pet platypus moved into the garage. A smirk crossed both of their lips as Ferb grabbed Perry. "Fare well Perry." Phineas patted the blue creature's head one last time before giving him a shot of the virus.
It began to cause the mammal to begin vomiting profusely as he slipped out of Ferb's arms and crawled off in his misery spazz out in the corner. His body shook violently as blood began to drip from his eyes and bill. The step-brothers merely watched in amusement as the duck billed platypus began to foam at the mouth and curl up before his untimely death. Soon, he stood back up and growled, blood dripping frown his jaw. "Ferb! It worked!" Phineas exclaimed as the zombie platypus approached their feet. Perry lunged for Ferb first, only to have his face stomped in by goth combat boots. "Now… we have to tamper with the water supply… and we'll be good to go." The redhead chuckled and help it tightly in his hand. "We have our z-day shelter good to go right?"
"Of course." Ferb responded, pointing to their old tree house. It was fully loaded with unlicensed weaponry and plenty of supplies for the entire summer. "To the water treatment plant?" He looked to Phineas and they both went directly for their car. With their stellar grades in school, their parents had bought them a car to share so they wouldn't have to ride the bus to school in the morning.
Phineas got behind the wheel and made sure that the garage door was open before backing out and into the street. He sped down their quite little street and headed towards the plant. "So… who's goin' in?" He asked Ferb softly.
"Doesn't really matter." Ferb replied, stretching his arms out as Phineas got out to go inside. He had managed to come up with the lame excuse that he was in a college level course and was studying water treatment for his essay. Below his breath, he mumbled about them being so stupid. He chuckled and went about his business, dropping the virus in a few small droplets into the water. "Here we go…" He wrote down in his notebook a few things and thanked the guys before heading back to the car. "Taken care of Ferb. Shall we get back to the zombie shelter or pick up some more supplies? We have about thirty minutes before it starts to effect the population."
"Well… It'll take us about that amount of time to get settled into the fort and get it armed up… so to the fort." Ferb replied firmly and Phineas headed straight to their home. The green haired male got out of the car upon arrival and went to their tree fort with Phineas trailing behind.
Once they were both inside, Ferb activated the steel reinforcements around the tree and flopped down onto the couch. "Camera's are rolling… water source is good." Ferb observed and smirked. "Let's get comfortable. So many years of remaining silent… think it's time to actually speak some more."
"Really bro…" He quirked a brow, "What do you want to talk about?" Ferb leaned back as Phineas sat down beside him.
"This whole being step brothers." Ferb retorted softly, "I'm pretty certain that we're a step beyond that and I don't mean the best friends bit." Phineas's face turned bright red. Did Ferb know…? "I've seen your scrap book of us over the years." The red head sighed softly and looked down at the floor.
"Sorry Ferb… I didn't want you to find out about that." His words were cut short by the Brit's fingers resting on his chin. Phin's eyes glistened a little as he looked up into Ferb's eyes.
"Now then…" Ferb rested his finger tips on Phineas's cheek, "Before you apologize… you don't have to be sorry. I should have just spoke up sooner, needless to say, I didn't." The taller male paused briefly, "I figured you'd end up with Isabella, so I didn't say anything. Vanessa had someone else…" A soft sigh emitted from his lips, "But I've always had you. You're always here when I need you."
"Ferb…" Phineas took his brother's hand into his own, "Always." He smiled, his eyelids drooping down as Ferb leaned into his brother's face, connecting their lips gently in a soft kiss. The smaller male melted against Ferb, wrapping his small arms around the lime green haired male's neck. His toes curled as he kept close to Ferb, loving every moment that they were close.
As if the world was connected with them the sounds of the apocalypse began. Screams of panic filled the air and their lips parted, "Looks like our summer vacation has begun." Ferb rested his hand in his step-brother's mess of red hair. "A hundred four days of death, dying and destruction." Phineas merely nodded and sighed as he leaned up against his brother to watch the people of Danville run in fear for their lives.