I Will Change the World

Cool and brisk with rain falling high from the heavens above, night rears its mysterious and shadowed head blowing frigid winds to chill even the happiest of spirits. One by one, the drops fall onto ground and thrash against the panes of the invisible glass that covers all the sky scrapers of incredible height in downtown Dansville, none though reach as high as the tower labeled Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated. This monstrosity of an architectural monument reaches many stories serving as the laboratory and home for the evil and generally misunderstood, Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz. Life is not pretty for this man. Bad luck tails ever decision, every movement, and every aspect of his life. A break he will never get, but he continues on living for the diminutive matters that partake his time.

He lies there on his bed over his covers, alone and simply twiddling his thumbs in contemplation of his new concoction of an evil plan to wreck havoc on the Tri-State Area. His eyes faced only the blear and bleak whitewashed ceiling of his apartment room, hardly blinking. Dressed in only his smiley-face boxers for sleep, he was cold, but he didn't care. It was only a sensation, he had his plan he needed to work on. That plan glowed a faint blue luster on his laptop screen that lay beside him, only half completed. It casted the only light in the room, illuminating Doofenshmirtz weary face; dark bags under the azure eyes from little sleep, forehead creased accompanied with a slight frown in intense thought, and messy brown hair which he never got around to groom.

"Oh, what am I to do? I have my goal, but I don't know how to get there. Is it possible to build something that will get me there?" Doofenshmirtz whispered to himself. His goal was simple; he just didn't want to be alone anymore. But why was it so hard to reach it? Why did it seem impossible to fix his problem? "Why does it feel like everyone in the world hates me? That nowhere in this universe is there a person who is willing to care for me, to…"

Doofenshmirtz sighed and sat up, the bed creaking and groaning as he did. He casted a glance towards the lighted screen and finished, "love me." He closed the laptop and stood up to get a glass of hot milk. Yes, hot milk, he thought, that always calms me down. He lumbered to the kitchen, flicking the light switch as he went in. He instinctively covered his eyes as the transition for the absolute darkness of his bedroom to the bright kitchen was a bit much for him. Getting a better hold of his senses, he continued with what he was going to do. The kitchen was clean and relatively unused with a modern look of stylized steel. He was too busy with his "-inators" to get around to cooking meals. As he grabbed a glass from the cabinet, took the milk which he hoped wasn't expired from the barely stocked fridge, and waited for it to heat up in the microwave, he touched once more upon the subject of love and hate.

"Everyone hates or doesn't even bother with me. That's right isn't it? I mean my ex-wife hates me, my past girlfriends hate me, my own daughter hates me, and not to mention my brother who I hate with vile aggression for ruining my childhood, plus my mother and father, and the old woman down the street and the grocery clerk and that teenager with the acne and-"The beep of the microwave stopped his seemingly endless tirade of all those who hate him. He smiled and grabbed the warm cup of soothing liquid with his hand, flinching at first because of the heat. He took his first sips and left the kitchen.

The milk warmed his body and comforted his heart. He walked into the living room to the windows overlooking the entire downtown area. It was complete darkness with the occasional flash of lightning and roar of thunder over the pounding of the rain. It was night on the ground coupled with the sky, darkness with the multitude of flashing lights of signs and rushing cars. Welling up with some joy and glee, it brought more warmness to see the entire city below him. One day, it will all be his, one day. Maybe that's why no one loves him. He had always failed when trying to execute his plans, always stopped by Perry the Platypus.

"Perry, Perry, Perry, always defeating me but always there to fight against me. The only one who cares enough to stop me over and over never tiring, I think. But these failures must be why no one wants me. I mean I have great intelligence, am good with my hands, and have good overall income," He stared at his reflection in the glass, squinting at his skinny complexion. He added, "and I'm not that ugly! However, I still fail. The Destruct-inator failed, the Gloom-inator failed, every –inator failed. Nevertheless it's all in the past! This is the time I will succeed!"

He thrust his hand up in his unbreakable determination and inadvertently poured all the milk down his back and wetting his hair. He shrugged,

"At least it's still warm." He set down the cup and set off to the bathroom. He toweled himself off all the while singing,

"I will change the world!"


Author's Note: This is my first fanfic for Phineas and Ferb so bear with it. I will try my best to voice Doofenshmirtz as best I can but he is surprisingly challenging for me so advice is welcomed.