Hello there. My name is TyphloEruption and this is my first fanfic. I got this idea from reading KicsterAsh's stories. You should read it.

Phineas and Ferb do not belong to me.

At six, I usually hear murmurs and pencil on paper.

At six-thirty, I usually hear his trademark line, "I know what we're going to do today!"

At six-thirty-five, I usually hear, "Hey. Where's Perry?"

At seven, I usually hear her, with her sweet voice asking, "Wha'cha Doin'?"

From seven-thirty to twelve, I usually hear cranking noises, jackhammers, rivets and "Aren't you a little young to operate this machinery?"

At eleven, I usually yell at them, "You're so busted!"

At one, they usually announce what they're doing to most of Danville, while I yell at mom to come back home.

At four, the contraption usually disappears.

At four-ten, mom usually comes home and he says, "Oh, there you are, Perry!" And then it usually turns back to normal.

But today wasn't the case of that. All I heard was sobbing, lots and lots of sobbing. I heard Isabella crying, "Why!" and Buford shaking his head in sympathy, "Ferb's not gonna like this," while Baljeet was dropping his head in sorrow, murmuring, " We did all of it right. All the calculations were right. Even Buford did his job right."

I was starting to tear up, and Jeremy placed his hand on my shoulder. "It wasn't anyone's fault," he tried to assure me, but I had a hunch to who might want to hurt him. I saw a man in a lab coat walking by, smiling at me evilly with his hand on the scissors.

The same scissors that cut Phineas' bungee cord.

I squeaked in terror, clutching Jeremy's hand tighter. I saw Perry trudge close to me and chattered defensively to the pharmacist. He was holding a fedora in one hand and a stun gun in another. Had I not been so depressed I would have said something about it. Then I led Jeremy to a couple of chairs next to the calendar. August 27. I get chills seeing that date. It reminded me of an emotionally scarring story. Now, another event that will scar me forever on the same day. How incredibly ironic. Why did it have to happen the day that Dad died?

I am Candace Flynn, and today was the death of Phineas Flynn.

What do you think? Do you think I should expand to this? Also, on a side note, Dad is referring to Phineas and Candace's biological father, and the idea of Dad dying on the 27th was KicsterAsh's.