Sight
Cezille07
Disclaimer: Phineas and Ferb is not mine.
It was the first time he had ever needed to go to an optometrist, have his eyes checked. They never were a problem: he never even gave a chance to the idea that he was probably not taking care of his eyes right. Forty- eight hour days hunched over the technical details of some new Inator, not a new thing.
Suddenly getting headaches in the middle of it was. Realizing that the edges of his lines weren't so neat—or were perhaps just unclear—was. Feeling a strain in his head when looking out over a distance was.
Doofenshmirtz was a little gloomier than usual, observed Perry, when he opened the door on the thirty-eighth floor room in DEI.
"Greetings, Perry the platypus," said the doctor, with his back turned away from his nemesis. "The Clear-inator is right over there, near the balcony, if you want to destroy it."
Perry didn't move yet. He scanned the place, checking for any hidden ropes or sensors that activated a trap, somewhere.
"Just get it over with. I didn't make a trap because I didn't have time. I went to the hospital today—"
He stopped when he felt that tug at the end of his lab coat. He cringed, but now Perry was that curious to come so close.
"It's nothing serious," he said, and finally he cranked his head sideways to look at the platypus.
Perry took a step backward when he saw that his nemesis was wearing glasses. The frame was a square piece of blue-green plastic, and the thick lens shone in rainbow colors when light reflected off it, signifying the anti-radiation protection.
"What, they're just glasses. I don't look weird, right?"
Perry couldn't tell if it was insecurity or fear in the question. Wishing he could say something other than a platypus chatter, he walked to the Clear-inator, gave it a once-over, and stared at the very red and conspicuous self-destruct button.
Doofenshmirtz kept waiting for the short explosion that would annihilate the soldered workings that powered the mechanical device, but the longer he stood, covering his tired ears, the more it never came.
"Perry the platypus, why aren't you destroying the Clear-inator yet—" He finally looked at the proud device and saw Perry has climbed on top of it, manning the controls. The moment the doctor looked at him, Perry threw his weight against the activating lever; the Clear-inator shot a large sinusoidal beam.
Heinz staggered backward, off his feet, at which moment Perry discreetly exited the room. The doctor shook his head. "Isn't it clear to you that—"
He stopped mid-sentence. When he opened his eyes, the world in its dazzlingly sharp details leapt at him. He took off the Perry-colored glasses and had to gulp hard not to let the warm liquid welling from his eyes overflow.
He tried to remember why he invented the Clear-inator. To make everyone else's vision cloudier than his, so in comparison he would be the only clear-sighted person in the Tri-state Area? Or was it to fix himself? Or for his nemesis to do it for him?
"Thank you, Perry the platypus..."
((END.))