Exciting chapter name, am I right? (Sarcasm to be noted)

So, for this, I recommend reading up through chapter 7 of Three Platypi and an Evil Organization before this.

SLIGHT MENTIONS OF BLOOD IN THIS ONE-SHOT.

I DO NOT OWN PHINEAS AND FERB. ANY CHARACTER YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE IS PROBABLY MINE


(Michael's POV)

"Sir," Michael protested hesitantly, "I don't think I can do this."

Prof. Rodenstein glared down at the two year-old. "Of course you can. O.W.C.A. agents were perfecting this move one year younger than you. Now, get to it!"

Michael gulped and hesitantly attempted the move. He failed and felt Prof. Rodenstein whack him. Hard. The platypus winced. One down.

"Maybe that will help," Prof. Rodenstein said. "Try again!"

The two year-old did...and failed again. "Turn around!" Prof. Rodenstein barked. Michael obeyed, aware of his punishment.

A second later, Michael felt the cold clammy hand against his cheek. It stung badly, and Michael was sure there was now a red mark on his face. He rubbed it with his paw and closed his eyes to hold back tears. It's for the best,he reminded himself. It'll help you get it right.

But apparently not the first time after. Because Michael got it wrong again. And got struck again. And this time, it hurt worse. Two more tries, he thought.

Both of which he failed. However, Michael had lost count through the pain, so he forgot what was coming next. When Michael turned around, he thought he had only tried four times.

For the Anti-O.W.C.A. training, the trainees had five chances to perfect a move, getting hit each time they failed. The L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. scientists made sure to hit harder each time, to intimidate and control the trainees more.

If a trainee failed five times, L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. would go to more desperate, dangerous manners of training. Which was a very idiotic choice, but "idiotic" was the perfect word to describe the organization.

When Michael had turned around to face Prof. Rodenstein again, he had been expecting to be slapped one last time. Then he heard a snap. Michael felt his heart sink and dread take its place. He had reached the five tries limit, and now Prof. Rodenstein had gotten the whip.

(Doof's POV)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz walked down the hall of the L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. hideout, looking for Michael. "Michael the platypus?"

He heard an all-too familiar snap- and a yelp of pain. Muffled. Doof knew that none of the trainees were supposed to show that they felt pain, it would make them seem weak. So if one of them did, that meant they were in a lot of pain.

A thought struck Heinz. Oh, no.He ran to the training room.

The first thing Doof saw was Rodney holding a whip that was dripping a little with a red substance of some kind. The "professor" was standing over a figure. It took Heinz a minute to figure out what it was.

Then dread filled his heart, and he ran over to them. Sure enough. "What did you do to Michael the platypus?!"

"Oh, come on, Doofy-boy," Rodney replied, exasperated, "you know that we whip the trainees if they fail five times." He began walking off. "I'm going to rinse this off. Too bloody for my taste."

Michael the platypus moaned. Heinz bent down onto his knees and gently uncurled him. Michael the platypus yelped again. Doof winced. "Sorry."

What he saw shocked him. Perry the platypus' son's chest fur was matted down with blood. That wasn't good. Heinz whipped out his phone and called a real doctor. L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N's only real doctor.

(...)

Dr. Elouise Bringdown reached the training room in what felt like forever, but, in reality, was probably only three minutes. She was carrying her first aid kit. Her reaction to seeing Michael the platypus was like Doof's. "What happened?!"

"The whip and Rodney," Heinz replied darkly.

Dr. Elouise shook her head. "I can't believe David enjoys stuff like this." She pulled out a medical cream, cloths, and bandages.

Doof smiled. Elouise was Dr. David Bringdown's twin sister. They had the same red, curly hair, but, other than that, the two were pretty much opposites. Elouise wasn't even evil, she had only been dragged into the Anti-O.W.C.A. plan because of who her brother was.

Elouise began cleaning Michael the platypus' wound. The platypus whimpered, and Doof realized that he had forgotten that Michael the platypus was only two. "Keep him calm, Doof," Elouise said.

Heinz bent down to his knees. "How are you feeling?"

"It hurts." Michael the platypus sounded so helpless, so scared.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize what he said. "Please don't tell anyone I said that."

"Don't worry," Doof reassured, exchanging a glance with Elouise. "We won't tell anyone." A silence followed that.

"Am I going to die?" Michael the platypus asked suddenly.

Heinz swallowed down the bile that had risen in his throat. "No," he promised, not knowing if it was a lie or not.

Michael the platypus visibly relaxed- the best he could, he did have a huge injury across half his chest.

Doof looked down and noticed that the white bandages Elouise had wrapped around Michael the platypus were turning red. "He's losing a lot of blood," Elouise said nervously.

As if on cue, Michael the platypus placed a paw to his forehead. "I feel dizzy," he groaned.

(Elouise's POV)

Elouise quickly passed a clean cloth to Heinz, who placed it under Michael- right before he collapsed, unconscious.

"Is he alright?!" Heinz asked- well, SHOUTED- worriedly.

"He passed out from lack of blood."

"Did I hear my name?" Elouise groaned. Dr. Bloodpudding.

"No," she replied, staying as calm as she could. "Now, we've got more pressing matters than your name right now!"

That's when Bloodpudding spotted Michael. "Michael the platypus?!"

Elouise inhaled deeply. "Rodney, whip. Need I say more?"

"How can I help?"

"I don't-" Elouise realized then that she actually COULD use his help. "Actually..."

(Doof's POV)

Doof watched Michael the platypus nervously while Dr. Bloodpudding helped Elouise. Heinz would have said that this occurrence had reminded him of the unspoken promise he made Perry the platypus, but, in truth, Doof had never forgotten it. "I swear, Perry the platypus, I'll reunite your family someday."

Perry the platypus himself didn't even know about the promise. Doof had made it after Michael the platypus had already been stolen from his parents Pixie the platypus and Perry the platypus. The problem was that he couldn't keep that promise if Michael the platypus died!

And, no, that was not the only reason Heinz didn't want Michael the platypus to die. He had very nearly raised the kid- they were family. "Kay, buddy, just hang in there," he murmured.

Dr. Bloodpudding looked disgusted- but not at the amount of blood and other gross stuff. He was disgusted that Rodney did what he did to Michael the platypus.

Doof noticed this. "Remember G.O.R.A.L," he muttered to the other scientist. "Next meeting istomorrow." Bloodpudding nodded grimly.

(Elouise's POV)

Elouise's ears perked up at what she heard Heinz say to Bloodpudding. "What's G.O.R.A.L?"

Doof looked around for a couple minutes before shaking his head. "Too many cameras," Bloodpudding explained quietly.

The doctor knew what he meant. L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. had installed security cameras in every room. If "G.O.R.A.L." was something against the rest of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N, then they'd get caught on security cameras and be in big trouble.

Before Elouise was even completely sure what was happening, she and Cornelius Bloodpudding were finished. "He should be okay," she breathed in relief. Heinz and Cornelius exhaled as well.

"But it's not done yet," Elouise reminded. "We need to get him to my office. He'll have to stay there for the next couple weeks."

"I can carry him," Doof immediately offered.

"That would be great, but that's not all. Picking him up without hurting him any more is the biggest problem."

"You're just a ray of sunshine, aren't you?" Heinz muttered.

"I'm stating the truth," Elouise countered.

"Do you not have a stretcher?" Bloodpudding asked.

"If I had a stretcher I'd have brought it when I came."

"Well, standing around here isn't doing anything!" Doof retorted. He bent down and gently lifted Michael into his arms, miraculously without hurting him. "Let's just get him to your office."

(...)

After the next eternal thirty minutes, Michael was lying in bed at the office, hooked up to a machine. It was beeping, signaling his heartbeat. Nice and steady- normal.

Elouise talked with Dr. Bloodpudding and Dr. Doofenshmirtz. "Michael should be fine, but there is something." She hesitated. "I'm afraid the whip gave him a permanent scar."

"But that's fine, as long as he's alive," Doof replied.

Dr. Elouise nodded in agreement. "And he won't be able to train for a few weeks."

"What?!" came a panicked voice from behind them. "B-but if I don't train daily, L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. will punish me badly!"

The three turned around to Michael, who was sitting up in bed, a worried look on his face. Elouise and Heinz walked over to him.

Dr. Bringdown bent down onto her knees and grabbed Michael's paw. "Trust me," she promised. "They won't do anything to you that's worse than what they have done."

Michael hesitated. "Promise?"

Elouise grinned. "I promise."