Hello, ! Ratluck2 here! I've been really busy and really distracted, but now I figure I owe some contribution to this site. So, in relation to my other fic, here we go with "Clockwork Albert"
Albert sat alone at his desk, twirling a black paperclip in between his fingers thoughtfully. He really hated this about his job. Sitting at a desk all day. What was the point of this? Phineas, Ferb, Django, Maya...none of them meant anything to him. All that mattered was the paycheck he would be recieving after this ordeal was over.
As soon as we get called in. As soon as we do, it'll be all over.
He laughed darkly, almost estatic about the prospect. Umbrella would be pleased at his work, IF he could play his cards right. Money, power, fame...everything he's ever wanted. Right there in his grasp.
He looked at the small, brown frame on his desk. It contained a picture of his unit, his "family", as they like to proclaim. His eyes showed complete disgust as he went left to right.
Chickenheart, Phineas and Ferb, Maya...all worthless fools! Worthless bunch, all of them...except...
He dropped the picture, the glass shattering into a half a million pieces. Isabella...she had potential. Smart, pretty, resourceful...She would be missed. Her sweet, succulent curves drove him insane. He needed her...badly.
...AGHHH! WHAT ARE THESE THINGS!HQ!WENEEDASSISTANCE NOW!AGHHHHH...!
Albert flipped the switch of the radio to the "off" position. His dirty, sleazy, happy face reflecting of the dark shimmer of the steel in his fingers. This is perfect for his situation. All was going according to plan. He leans back in his chair, suddenly aiming and throwing the paperclip at the wall, precisely hitting a small black dot climbing vertically up the wall. The arachnid fell into the trashcan below his location at the moment of death, the paperclip nailed into the wall. Albert chuckled, a thought running through his head that pleased him rather well.
Just like the spider, Phineas, your pathetic, worthless, insignificant life will soon come to an end. I promise that.