Dolls and Memories

by Marissa Flynn

Marissa gets kidnapped and her memory is wiped by an unheard of woman that claims to be her mother. What's worse is that nobody of the Flynn-Fletcher family or friends remember her except Phineas! Can Phineas alone find and save his sister before it's too late, and can he restore everyone's memory of her, as well as restore Marissa's memory? Mostly stars Phineas and Marissa.

1. Prologue

Alright, here it is. I apologize if these chapters are short. I know the prologue is really short, but prologues are usually short anyway. Alright, here is the prologue. I am not sure when I will get the next chapter up. Who knows, I might leave you guys hanging with questions that this prologue may perhaps pop in your head. I do after all have a lot of stories to deal with. Anyway, here's the prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb, but I do own Marissa Flynn.

Please review

Dolls are dolls. They don't have feelings. They don't eat or breathe. All they are, are just simple dumb weak little pieces of cloth shaped like a person, and filled with stuffing and yarn for hair and buttons for eyes. They don't cry when you pull on their arms or easily ripped body parts or yarn hair, or when their stuffing is ripped out of their systems. They don't call for you when you abandon them. They don't move; they don't speak. All they do is sit on your bed or shelf and collect dust until you play with them. They don't get sick or hurt. They're just little dumb dolls put here for our own amusement, right?...

But…what if…the very doll in the palms of your hands was once a child, a child that needed your help? What if all those kids that go missing and never return…were the dolls you see in a house or in a store? What if there was a creepy house that you walked by and you heard a child's scream? Did you help them…or did you keep walking? Could it be that the new doll released to the public or the doll added to your grandmother's or friend's house was once that child that called for your help? You could have helped them, yet did you? No, no you didn't.

Now, what if that child screaming for your help was your best friend or sibling? Well…that's how ten year old Phineas Flynn felt as he approached the creepy house on 13713 Dortonnon Street where his sister was. But…that's a bit too far ahead though. We don't know how fifteen year old Marissa Flynn came to be in that creepy house that no normal person in their right mind would step into or why young Phineas was alone at this matter. Let's back this up to when this mess started. Let's back the clock down to about a week ago.

Well, I hope you guys liked the prologue. Not much to say except please review and

Carpe Diem!