Hello Y'all! I know that I should be updating my other stories but I have had no inspiration for them, though I have had a lot of love. So instead I decided that to instead start a brand new story to try and clear my mind and hopefully take away my writers block. This story was an idea that I myself wondered about. I hope y'all like it and I will now start writing it!

Phineas Flynn woke up groggily, pain shooting through his head. He felt like he was floating in mid-air. He tried to reach up to clutch his head but either his hand wasn't working or it was stuck. This shocked Phineas into full consciousness, his eyes flew open a little too quickly causing the bright light to blind him. He needed his hands to build things, so loss of that limb would be the end of him. He opened his eyes more slowly the second time around, adjusting them to the bright light. Looking around he saw he was in a lab of some sorts. Half-finished inventions sat on most of the surfaces, collecting dust from lack of interaction. Some even had their blueprints sat next to them. Cylinders filled with purple liquid stood around at random intervals, bubbles constantly flowing upwards, defying gravity. Looking down, he saw his normally clean top was covered in mud and maybe some blood, the top was torn around the base, the shape of the tears making it look like he had caught them on something. But Phineas was always careful, even around his inventions. His trousers bare the same treatment, leading Phineas to wonder what he had forgotten. The young inventor was starting to worry about his safety and that of his friends and family. Whatever that had knocked him out must have been a hard hitter. Speaking of his head, he saw in the reflection of one of the glass cases in front of him a hat was secured tightly onto it, lights flashed at random times and when Phineas listened hard enough, a very low buzzing sound could be heard.

"Ah Phineas, so glad that you could join us" came a loud, booming voice. Phineas turned automatically to his name being called, the voice sounded very familiar. Too familiar. Phineas was not sure why this person would be in a place like this.

"Um dude, quick question. Why am I attached to this machine?" Phineas asked the person, who just laughed at his confusion. The laugh did not fit the person, it sounded so evil.

"I know I hit you but I didn't think that hard. I can't believe you don't remember the monologue, it was a good one. The others certainly liked it. Well actually they hated it as it was evil, but go figure. This is my flip-side machine. It causes the person to "Switch sides" as it were. So it could make an evil person good and a good person…."

"Evil" Phineas finished for them, finally piecing together exactly what was going on.

"Yes and as you're the nicest person I know, the machine will mirror your niceness and turn you into the most evil person I know" The attacker laughed as Phineas' blood ran cold. Phineas couldn't deny that he was a nice person, but he couldn't see himself as evil.

"Now come on, you don't really want to do this do you?" Phineas asked with only a quarter the normal optimism that was associated with the boy. He was still optimistic about escape but the machine which he was attached to didn't fill him with confidence on design. Judging by who built it, he was scared about if it would or would not work. The attacked simply nodded, before turning his back on the inventor.

"Where's Ferb?" Phineas spoke with urgency, his brother's safety, like everyone else's came way before his own. Phineas had only just remembered his brother, who was absent from the scene instead of glued to Phineas' hip, like usual. It was met with only silence, which began to eat away at Phineas like a disease. Phineas loved to talk, but even Ferb, the boy who barely talked, gave him better conversations. Ferb would nod, smile and at least listen to Phineas prattle on about everything and anything. The inventor then began on an escape, not fancying the idea of being turned evil. He saw his small wrists were attached to the machine by silver shackles, which gave him no breathing room. Phineas did envy Ferb slightly at this point, as he could bend his feet way over his head and could have had them out of there in a second. But alas, Phineas was stuck. Without his hands Phineas was useless.

"Why did you do all this?" He asked out of pure curiosity.

"Curiosity killed the cat Phineas. But I guess it was because of how little respect I was given up until I took over Danville" The person smiled as they remembered taking over with little resistance. They turned their attention back to the boy strapped to the machine, who was fidgeting from standing still for so long. It was also fear, but mostly boredom. The young boy was always moving and hardly ever in the same place for long without being forced.

"It's ok Phineas, it will all be over soon" He then reached for the bright red button which even an idiot could see meant start. Phineas closed his eyes tight; not wanting to see what was going to happen next. But a loud smash made Phineas and the other person jump. Standing at the now broken door was Ferb Fletcher and a very special friend, a Platypus wearing a 4

0's style fedora.

"Don't you dare hurt my brother"….

I know its short for me but I wanted to only do a prologue of this story before really starting the story. I had so much fun writing this as it is different from my other stories. Both of them are adult while this is child-like. But as it is me, I have to put that rating as this tale will be dark. I mean pitch black dark. But as it is Phineas and Ferb, it will still be awesome with some songs in it. See y'all soon!

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