Hey! New story here! Phineas and Ferb gang are 13 (as usual for me, with the exception of the teenagers- 17/18 and Ferb- 14) Enjoy!

The room was small and bare. Only a small tattered bed and a sink filled the space. Most people would call this an asylum, which it was, but to Isabella, this was her home. Said girl was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

She sighed and whipped out her phone from her pocket. Flicking through her pictures, she came across one with all of her friends, before they betrayed her and locked her in this room. A lone tear strayed down her cheek, remembering the 'good old days'.

"You have a visitor." A gruff voice sounded from the door. Isabella lifted up her head to see the security guard standing there. "So get off of the bed."

"Whatever…" Isabella mumbled, turning off her phone and sliding off of the bed.

"Hey, Izzy." Phineas greeted.

"Nevermind." Isabella growled, clambering back onto her bed.

"Look, you've been here a few months and you still can't forgive us?"

"No! I tell you I'm not crazy! I don't deserve to be here!" Isabella barked.

Phineas sighed, rubbing his temples. "You said you were seeing a 'red hooded figure with a basket and covered in blood'."

"I was!"

"Yeah, and I said it was your imagination imagining Little Red Riding Hood, the invention we created a year ago which never seemed to disappear."

"It wasn't Little Red Riding Hood! Okay, maybe it was… And besides, in the basket were butchers knifes and other sharp, point objects which can hurt you, just like what I typed into the keyboard!"

A year ago…

"Okay, guys. Isabella suggested a 'fairy tale re-creator', any other suggestions?" 12 year old Phineas Flynn-Fletcher asked his friends.

"Nope." The group cried.

"Which fairy tale first?" Baljeet questioned. (Lets just say it's a fairy tale even though it probably isn't)

"How about… Red Riding Hood?" Buford suggested.

"Okay. I'll be the Granny!" Ferb cried, making everybody look at him funny. "What? She's an interesting character!"

"No, Ferb." Isabella giggled. Now it was everyone else's turn to look at Isabella weirdly. "What I want this machine to do is to tell the story, but we can change it at any time we want. Basically, we take an ordinary fairy tale, it projects it and on the way we rewrite it. Whatever we write, it shows it on the projector."

Everyone nodded approvingly. Lets start the story.

Red Riding Hood skipped merrily along the brick path that led towards the magical-"No! Haunted!" Buford growled. -… haunted forest. She skidded to a halt, staring at the field of flowers. She knew better, however, than to wander off the path since her mother had scolded Red more than on several occasions.

Red grumbled something under her breath and kept her happy skip down the path.

"How's that so far?" Django asked, receiving nods from everyone. "That's good."

"How about the wolf comes now?" Phineas suggested.

"Wait. Let me add a part." Isabella smiled.

Red had gone deep into the haunted woods. It was a good thing that she brought some weapons just in case of a deadly encounter.

"Really? Weapons?" Ferb spoke up.

"Of course!"

"Well, well, well…. What do we have here? A little hooded girl who looks like a cute little cherry." The wolf slobbered, smacking his lips together.

"Hi!" Red smiled, waving to the wolf.

The wolf eyed the little girl suspiciously. "Where are you heading, cloaked cutie?"

"If I told you that, I would have to cut off your tail." Red giggled, reaching for a knife inside of her basket.

The wolf already knew where this girl was heading, this story was told over a thousand times. The mist perplexing thing was that the girl was changing the script. Oh well.

Wolf didn't want any tom foolery, so made a distraction. He pointed into a thicket of trees and grinned from ear to ear. He wrapped an arm around Red's shoulder. Two could play the game of changing the script.

"Have you ever seen a uni-whale-scorpio-pega-squid-icorn… girl, before?"

"A WHAT?!" Phineas gasped.

"Okay, who gave Django the keyboard?!" Buford barked.

"I believe that I did." Baljeet mumbled.

"Good job." Buford praised sarcastically.

"Can we just get back to the story!" Isabella snapped, snatching the keyboard from Django.

"No, but it sounds majestic!" Red gasped.

"Oh, it is. But this is the Only chance that you can see it!" The wolf pushed the eager girl off of the path. Once the wolf couldn't see the girl, he ran towards grandmothers house.

As usual, the wolf gobbled up the old woman and put on a disguise and Red came in and asked questions.

"What big teeth you have!"

"What big ears you have!"

"What big eyes you have!"

"What big hands you have!"

And, yet again, the wolf would pounce on Red, hungry for the gullable girl. Red cackled inhumanly, grabbing the closest knife and piercing the wolfs neck, blood going everywhere.

"Buford!" Everyone glared at him as he fiddled with the grass.

"Actually, I think it spices things up." Ferb commented, grabbing the keyboard and typing frantically.

Red just cackled some more, slicing off the head, tail, paws and cutting open the stomach. When the wolf crashed to the floor, Red dragged her grandmother out of his stomach just as the Woodcutter busted down the door.

"Mum! Look at what Phineas and Ferb made today!"

"Ngrgrgr!" Perry walked in and walked over the keyboard, pressing the power button. The projector folded itself into a toy car, the keyboard breaking up into four, small parts, creating the wheels.

"Oh, there you are, Perry."

End Flashback…

"And ever since then you've 'seen' Little Red Riding Hood." Phineas finished.

"Well, at nights I've seen her looking through the window, or when I turn on my phone her face is there!" Isabella screeched. Isabella was standing up at this point, inches away from Phineas' face. Isabella sighed and collapsed, Phineas catching her easily. "Please… give me another chance…." And with that, Isabella became unconscious.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! If you're wondering about Doubles well I'm gonna have a small break from that because school's starting soon and I have a lot of homework that I couldn't be asked to do over the summer holidays and a crossover balanced with homework will blow my brains out. ANYWAYS! Hope you enjoyed and write whenever.