A/N: Alright, another story! Does anyone see a pattern in the titles? Okay, I know, you're not idiots, of course you've noticed, but I still give myself credit for being so witty... Never mind. If you've read this far, congrats! This story's probably going to be the most unpopular one yet, seeing as sequels never get as much attention. So review, dang it! I got 82 in Mortality, then only 35 for Normality, so if the pattern continues, this one'll get 15 or so... Which is sad, because this is my favorite part by far... Anyway, this is where it gets confusing. There will be three main plotlines, in two different time periods, that meet up in the end. We'll start with a flashback, that follows indirectly with Ferb's timeline for this. Rant over. Sorry. Read now.

Fifteen Years Ago

Chelsea Fletcher was dying, no doubt about it.

It had been a strenuous session of chemotherapy, and had taken a lot more out of her than the doctors had assumed.

Ferb Fletcher and his father now waited and watched as the woman slowly died.

Chelsea was at this point completely bald, except for one single streak of green hair in the front, which everyone except Ferb thought was extremely ugly.

Ferb had always liked green. At least his hair hadn't turned pink, right? He loved his hair, it was the only thing he had ever had in common with his mother. Except for his bleach-blond hair (turned green after the experiment), he was nearly an exact duplicate of his father.

Now his hair would be the only memory of her, the rest of his life. His mother's heart rate was slowing, and soon she would be gone forever. He would never see her again.

Or so he thought...

Dear Readers,

Yeah, yeah, I get it. You want to know who I am, and why I hate Ferb. You probably want my head on a silver platter. I am, after all, the main antagonist.

Trust me, if you knew my story, you would not want my head on any form of platter...

Any guesses as to who I am? No?

Look at it this way: I'm an all-powerful Author who has full dominion over the world of Phineas and Ferb who just hates Ferb for some reason.

Or this way: This is all fake. Veebeejustte has made this all up.

Or you could use some other explanation. I don't care. You'll never guess the truth unless I tell it to you myself, and that's not happening.

Now, some obvious facts: I'm a fourteen (almost fifteen at this point) year old girl, with red hair and blue eyes that need Phineas' glasses to see correctly. I hate Ferb for a very good and very secret reason, but he hasn't done anything to me yet, making me from the future. These will be the foundation upon which any good guess should start.

Now, for my story.

This will unfold in a rather confusing manner.

You are all wondering what happened to Baljeet, and Buford, and (most of all) Ferb. So, I've devised a way of organizing this: next chapter, you'll see Buford, after that, Baljeet, and after that, Ferb. Then we'll see some other random scene with Phineas or perhaps Chelsea Fletcher... Or another one of my rants. They'll rotate.

I'll warn you before reading this, though. This story doesn't have a happy ending. It's bittersweet at best, and their struggles won't be over afterward.

So come one, come all...

To my story...

REALITY

Sincerely,

The Author

A/N: Man, that was as short as my chapters in Mortality! That's probably not the best way to start this, but... Meh, who cares? I'll live, and I trust you guys to flame if it was really that bad. Wait, I do? Fine. I'll just post it.