Welcome to The S.A.F. Serial, this is a rewrite of many sorts of "The Rise of Legs", which was intended to span multiple fics, but I decided that to avoid to confuse readers (Due to the fact that it was a inconvenience to go into a fanfic series without being caught up to date on it) and I don't want to put you guys through that.
This fic will be LONG, very LONG. Don't know when it'll ever be finished, but meh.
I DO NOT OWN Phineas and Ferb, they are owned by Disney, and Jeff Povenmire and Dan "Swampy" Marsh.
Enjoy
"Ah, good times, good times." A boy with a triangle-shaped head, spiky red hair, and orange-and-white shirt said to himself. He was looking over a book filled with pictures from a year's past. He saw the photographs of himself and his friends having fun, and sighed contentedly.
He then got up and stretched his arms.
"Well Ferb ol' buddy, let's get started then shall we?" he asked the boy with spiky green hair, "F" shaped head, and beige shirt with high-waist purple pants.
The green-haired boy nodded, and almost instantly, the two boys had pulled out an enormous amount of paper and tools, drawing diagrams and blueprints for inventions that the world had yet to see.
The red-haired boy then looked up in the midst of this. "Hey, where's Perry?" he asked.
Men and animals lay in the swamp, bleeding from their wounds. The trees were drenched in blood, and the swamp's black filth had been dyed red. A platypus wearing a torn fedora lay face-down in the swamp alongside two dogs and a chicken, who were also wearing torn fedoras.
A gray-haired, middle-aged man, the only one among everyone else who hadn't been critically injured, was on his knees, cradling a teenager who looked almost exactly like him, aside from the lack of a mustache and that his hair was brown.
A worm and snail, holding sinister weapons in their "hands" (Mechanical ones for the worm, pseudopods for the snail)
"I hope that, Major Monogram," the worm said, "that this'll teach not to ever interfere in our business again".
We just went from a happy time, to a pretty nasty nightmare. Heh, heh.
Chances are that there may be a rating bump, but I don't know yet.
Excuse the short chapter, the next one will be longer, trust me.
-AuthorD