Authors Note: I DON'T OWN THIS SHOW. TAKES PLACE AFTER THE MOVIE. THIS ONESHOT IS BASED OFF OF THE ORIGINAL SERIES OF 'PHINEAS AND FERB' AND NOT MINE.
"…I will give you one hundred thousand dollars, if you walk away now and make like none of this ever happened. You are free and no longer apart of this. You aren't to return to the Tri State Area and you most certainly are NOT to report this scandal to public ears. Do I make that clear?"
"What happens if I come back?" Alt Doofenshmirtz asked him.
"You will be killed."
He thought this over and spoke again, weighing his options here. "I can never come back to the Tri State Area?"
"You are forbidden to."
"…What about them?" The dictator pointed to a group of captives, all in chains and staring on at the conversation in shock and amusement from cages.
"As soon as you walk out that door they are to be immediately disposed of."
"All of them?"
"Yes."
"Don't take it Dr. D! Please!" Phineas cried, gripping the bars of the cage. And it didn't matter how much his pet tried to pull him from the bars, or how his sister and brother were staring at him like he was crazy, he still pleaded for his life, for all of their lives, for the sake of both Dimensions. "What about everything we've been through up until now? You can't do this! I thought we were friends!"
The one eyed man ignored the boy, not responding at all to the outburst, not even so much as looking up to Phineas' betrayed face.
Instead, Rodney continued his bargaining's, but not before setting the red haired boy straight. "You think he's your friend? That's hilarious. If he was truly your friend, I believe he'd be in that cage with you, sharing the same fate as your family and his own counterpart. Doofenshmirtz is a conniving, ruthless, merciless, dictator. Or former dictator, that is once he hands over the Tri State Area to me and high tails it out of here before guns are drawn and he's unfortunate to encounter one of them. He is no idiot, and knows good and well that he will be killed where he stands if he so much as THINKS about double-crossing our little deal…And to sweeten the deal even further, I will go as far as to three hundred thousand dollars."
"YES!" The woman with the purple dress and afro-ish hair exclaimed, ecstatically and excited. "I'M RICH!" She laughed maniacally and noticed everyone was blinking at her, including Alt. Doofenshmirtz. So she regained herself, nervously laughing it off. "I-I mean WE'RE rich. Honey pie…"
"Honey pie?" The 1st Dimension Doofenshmirtz finally spoke up. "But you're going out with me! You're from OUR dimension. Remember?"
"No. I don't think I recall that." She told her now ex-boyfriend and walked to put an arm around her new identical one with the black dress.
Doof looked at the bars, not through them but he focused on their texture and structure. He wasn't thinking of a way out of them though, he just wanted to keep to himself. It wasn't that he was sad that his girlfriend of about a week and a half -the entire time they've been on this crazy adventure – just dumped him in seconds for the other him, (Honestly he saw that coming about the second day in), but he wanted to think to himself because he didn't understand. Why wasn't his counterpart accepting the offer? Why wasn't he jumping at the chance to run away and never look back? He could leave them all for death and get away freely, and with a cash prize? Shoot! The THINGS he could do with three hundred thousand dollars!
"Do we have a deal Doofenshmirtz?" Rodney extended his hand, waiting for the sign of the deal closer. It ever came. There was just doubt in the dictator's voice as he asked more questions.
"What about my daughter?"
"You will leave alone, no exceptions."
"What about my gener-"
"To lessen your rambling questions, and to save myself the headache, I am fully prepared to raise this bargain to one…million…dollars. Do you take it?"
"How much is the Tri State Area even worth to you anyway?" Alt Doof asked curiously.
"Your life."
That shut him up and he kept thinking hard, looking for a closure. The dictator thought and thought and kept thinking, straining his brain until it hurt. He stayed silent still, waiting.
"Two million dollars, Doofenshmirtz, you can't afford to throw that away."
The dictator put his hands up as a barrel rested against the exact center of his back, he shook slightly in fear, trying to calm down his already shaky and nervous breath.
"Don't be so stubborn. I am offering you your freedom here. Think over your decisions wisely."
And he did, gulping, he made his decision, almost crying as he shoved out the words. "N-No deal…AGH!" Alt Doof cried out as the bullet tore into his flesh, the bullet exiting from his shoulder. He groaned as he fell to his knees, feeling warm fluids start to pour down his back. But he could still move his legs, he wasn't paralyzed like he at first thought he was. Turns out he was shot through his shoulder blade and now he felt blood ooze out of the front side of his shoulder. Painful, but he wasn't dead, not yet.
"The next one will kill you." Rodney said as he reloaded the weapon, placing the barrel of the gun to the back of the dictator's neck. "So what will it be?" He sneered just before he was forced to the floor and shots were fired.
"OTHER ME, RUN!" Doofenshmirtz cried as he fought Rodney for the gun. "WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST TAKE THE MONEY?!"