So, I recently watched Annie (both versions except the new one in theaters), and I decided to do this little story. I figured it was appropriate for Christmas. There's no way in heck I'll have it done before Christmas (given it's 4 days away), but hey, maybe I'll have it done by next Christmas lol. Anyway just a couple notes:
-I have changed the ages of Marissa and Candace. Marissa is little MarMar age 5 and Candace is 10 to fit the age group in the story.
-This will follow the plot of the 1999 version of the film (it's on YouTube if you wanna see it) more than the 1982 version.
-Lyrics of some songs obviously need to be changed given there is a mix of gendered kids in the story.
-The locket is gold instead of silver because it reminds me of the gold locket he and Marissa have in my other stories.
-This is an AU Second Dimension film so no characters are related in any way.
-There will be a few changes throughout the story because I feel they'll make the story a bit better. That or it's to fit the show since this is the PnF Verse not Annie
So there's that. I don't own Phineas and Ferb nor do I own Annie, but I own MarMar and this story...kind of.
It was a cold winter night. Snow was falling gently to the ground, causing the windows to frost. The streets were empty given the time and the bad weather. The roads were icy, and icicles were formed as tall as a human being. All was quiet in the middle of the night. All were asleep except one little boy. His hair was a fiery red color, and his head was in the odd shape of a triangle. He gazed out the window to watch the snow fall. The light of the city causing the snow to glow and therefore the snow falling caused a shimmer in his deep blue eyes. He sat there while the other kids were sleeping. He knew someday his parents would come and find him. Suddenly he heard a tiny voice whining.
"Mommy!" the voice cried, and he looked to see the youngest of all the orphans crying out. Her name was Marissa, but everyone called her MarMar. She was no older than five, the boy climbed down from his perch to comfort the toddler. Unfortunately her crying didn't just alert the one boy, but it woke up all the other orphans, some irritated and some concerned.
"Shut up!" a raspy voiced boy called out to which the redhead glared, "Seriously, every night!"
"Yeah," a ten year old girl with orange hair cried out, "Phineas, you're supposed to keep her quiet so we can sleep at night!"
"Guys, back off," another ten year old, this one with black hair and an old raggedy bow in her hair said, "it's not Phineas' fault MarMar has nightmares."
Before anyone knew it, all the orphans were awake and arguing except the red head gently waking MarMar, and she instantly clung to him. Now that she was awake, it was clear he'd have to mediate and calm everyone down...again. He looked to see the raspy voiced boy, a lot bigger and heavier than the black haired girl, fighting the black haired girl. He pulled her hair, and she punched him in the side. The redhead worked with a green haired child named Ferb to pull the fight apart.
"Lay off Isabella!" the redhead glared, "And be quiet! If Poofenplotz wakes up, it'll be all our heads!"
"Look who's talking, or should I say shouting," retorted the raspy voice, "Last I checked, you ain't the boss of us, Phineas."
"Ah," an indian boy winced, "please do not say that word. It is grammatically incorrect and a contraction."
"Ain't. Ain't. Ain't."
"Aaaaahhhh!"
"Knock it off, Buford," the redhead, known as Phineas answered, and then he could see little MarMar rubbing her eyes, fully away now, "It's okay, MarMar. You were just having another nightmare."
MarMar hugged Phineas, for he'd always been her favorite since he was so nice to her as well as protective, "Phinny, I want my mommy and daddy."
"News flash, MarMar, we ain't got mommies and daddies," Buford answered sassily, earning a glare from Phineas, "and we ain't never gonna have 'em. That's why we're called orphans."
The indian boy winced at every 'ain't' Buford said, earning a triumphant smile from him, but in return, he earned a glare from Phineas, "I'm not an orphan. My parents left me a note saying they're coming back for me."
"Here we go again," the orange haired girl said.
Phineas ignored the other orphans, and he sat on the bed with MarMar. She nestled up against him, "Will you read it for me again, Phinny? Pwease?"
Phineas nodded, noticing the others rolled their eyes, save Isabella and Ferb. They didn't get it. How could they? Phineas shook his head at the eyerolling orphans, and he took out the note.
"Please take good care of our baby. His name is Phineas. He was-"
"Was born on July 28th. We will be back to get him soon," Buford and the other orphans (minus MarMar, Ferb and Isabella) mocked in unison, causing Phineas to glare, "We have left him with a golden locket and kept the other half, so that when we come back for him you'll know he's our baby."
The room was filled with mockingly laughter, and Phineas, Ferb and Isabella gave glares at them. MarMar just sat there, curious what was so funny about Phineas having parents. Ferb approached Buford calmly.
"Do you wanna sleep with your teeth in...or out?" Ferb hissed.
Buford, clearly intimidated by the low voice of the most quiet orphan there, backed away. Phineas gave a small smile in thanks to which Ferb nodded. Buford mocked Ferb behind his back, and the others laughed.
"Alright, that's enough," he said standing up, "everyone just get to sleep. I know this locket and note mean absolutely nothing to you. However they're everything to me. They're proof I have parents out there somewhere."
"You really think they're out there, Phineas?" Isabella said, climbing back into her bed.
Phineas nodded, "Yep, and I'm going to meet them...someday."
He sat down with MarMar, and she clung to him, "Where do you think they are, Phinny?"
"I don't know, but I'll meet them someday..."
Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straightening his tie
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's sitting playing piano
He's sitting paying a bill
Betcha they're young
Betcha they smart
Bet they collect things
Like ashtrays and art
Betcha they're good
Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake
was giving up me
So maybe now it's time
and maybe when I wake
they'll be there calling me baby
maybe
Phineas could see little MarMar had fallen asleep with his little lullaby. He knew how to calm her down when she was in distress from a nightmare. He couldn't help but smile at her cute little figure, pretty much half his size, sleeping soundly. He gently rested her against her pillow, softer than all the orphans' pillows due to her age, and he got up to tuck all the orphans in like he did every night.
Betcha he reads
Betcha she sews
Maybe she's made me
a closet of clothes
Maybe they're strict
as straight as a line
Despite his best efforts to cover everyone, some just kicked the blanket again. Phineas just smiled and shrugged. At least he tried. Eventually he got to his bed, and he laid on it. He and Ferb shared a bed since the orphanage was only big enough for so many beds and there were more children than beds.
Don't really care
as long as they're mine
So maybe now this prayer's
the last one of it's kind
Won't you please come get your baby
Maybe
He heard bells ringing, and he grabbed a small bag. Stuffing it, he woke them up yet again by accident. They knew what he was planning of course, and they groaned.
"Now what?" one of the girls, named Adyson, complained.
"If my parents haven't come back, I'm gonna find them myself," Phineas said, packing his bag as quiet as he could so as not to wake MarMar. The other orphans could fall back asleep easily...MarMar, not so much.
"You're gonna try to escape again?" Candace rolled her eyes.
"What if Poofenplotz catches you?" a girl wearing glasses, named Gretchen, asked.
Phineas shook his head, "She won't. Ferb, I need you and Isabella to watch out for MarMar, okay?"
Ferb nodded, and Phineas was off.
