And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for...well, not everyone, since there were only, two reviewers. But let's get to the chase now shall we.

For this chapter, I will be doing the first request of the series.

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Requested by: Girl of Darkness10

Rated: T

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Horror

Character(s): Ferb

Suggestion: A song fic-"Open Wounds" by Skillet

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I own nothing! The song belongs to Skillet, and Phineas and Ferb belong to Dan Povenmire, and Swampy Marsh

If you'd like to make a request, please to the first chapter of the story to learn how.

Enjoy everyone! :D

P/F/P/F

Open Wounds

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In the dark with the music on

Wishing I were somewhere else

Taking all your anger out on me

(Somebody help)

I would rather rot alone

Then spend a minute with you

I'm gone, I'm gone

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Two-year-old Ferb loved his mother more than anything else in the world; besides his father of course. She was indeed very strange, but he still loved her anyway. In England, life was a paradise. There wasn't a single thing wrong with it, to the boy, anyway.

His mother, his wonderful mother, the woman who gave him life, the woman he'd go to the ends of the world for…had another side to her. She was loving and caring, like any mother would be. She got into fights with her husband from time, but she only human and so was the former. In the end, they both still loved each other.

But every being has its own shadow. A dark side to them, waiting to spread on the pavements, on the walls, everywhere it can touch that the light won't dare find. Ferb's mother had it, and she knew it very well. More so than anyone else, that's for certain.

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And you can't stop me from

Falling apart

Because my self destruction is all

Your fault!

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On the day Ferb turned two-in-a-half was when his mother's psyche was fully realized. For all this time, since his birth, she wanted Ferb to do great things in the world. Yet, she didn't believe that those things could be accomplished on the Earth, as the years went by. It worried her to the point of cracking like an egg.

Many called it insanity. Lawrence, Ferb's father, was beginning to think the same. He worried too, but for his dear wife, and more so for his son. Lawrence wondered sometimes what went on in his wife's head. He had enough faith in her to know that she could never harm anyone, ever.

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How could you

How could you

How could you hate me?

When all I ever wanted to be was you?

How could you

How could you

How could you love me?

When all you ever gave me were open wounds?

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Lawrence loved his wife, and loved his son. He loved his son, and loved his wife.

Ferb loved his mum, and he loved his dad. He loved his dad, and he loved his mum.

Ferb's mother hated her husband, but loved her son. She loved her husband, but hated her son. Vice versa, vice versa, vice versa…

She bloody hated everyone. May fire bring their lives to a horrid end!

These were their thoughts. They were truer than anything.

Especially Ferb's

Especially his mother's

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Open wounds

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"Twinkle, twinkle, little star," Ferb's mother sang to him as she tucked him in for bed, "How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high; like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star…"

The boy drifted to sleep before the song's end. He was smart enough to memorize the entire song anyway. Besides, Ferb's mother thought, there needn't be an ending yet. He wouldn't be asleep for long.

"Goodnight my little Ferbie," the woman said warmly before kissing her son on the forehead, "I will see you very soon…"

Ferb's mother slowly walked down the hallway, tip-toeing. She looked down the stairs to see her beloved Lawrence, sleeping on the couch.

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Downstairs the enemy sleeps

Leaving the TV on

Watching all the dreams we had turn into static

Doesn't matter what I do

Nothing's gonna change

I'm never good enough

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The green-headed woman chuckled almost bitterly. "Oh, Lawrence…"

She made her way down the stairs, looking over the pictures on the walls. She smiled, nearly crying to herself. This was for everyone's sake. For Ferb's sake, specifically.

"Goodbye, Lawrence," she whispered as she walked out the door.

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And you can't stop me from

Falling apart

Because my self destruction is all

Your fault!

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Ferb's mother was a lot like him, from his hair to his quiet nature. That's probably part of the reason why the two got along more than a mother and his son usually would. A mother's love was strong, powerful, but her love for her son was stronger. That's why it would all be worth it in the end.

It had to be worth it. This was the only solution left in her mind. The world was like a big weed, needing to be purged. Her son was a plant, longing to grow. And if she wanted her son to grow…then she'd let him grown

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How could you

How could you

How could you hate me?

When all I ever wanted to be was you?

How could you

How could you

How could you love me?

When all you ever gave me were open wounds?

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The sun rose high in the sky. It was supposed to be beautiful. It was supposed to be perfect. And yet, in the center of the town, was a large machine, and standing on the machine was a beautiful woman with green hair and blue eyes. She cackled, as all eyes stared at her in a terrified fashion.

"Finally," she said, "Finally, it's done…it's finally done!"

"Love, what are you doing?!"

The painfully familiar voice caught her attention. She looked to see the young boy she loved so much and her husband, looking up at her. Lawrence was filled with contempt, while Ferb just looked utterly confused. She was about to give her explanation, when a voice cried out:

"Stop her! She's trying to kill us all! Stop her!"

Ferb looked up to his mother. Why was that person saying such scary about his mum? "Mummy," he asked curiously and fearfully.

Ferb looked even more confused when his mother's shrunk, and her eyebrows arched into a V. She looked at the person who spoke nothing but honest truth, and said with a grin, "No! Don't you see? I'm going to save you all!"

Lawrence pulled Ferb back, while constables began to make their way to the front. Ferb's mother roared at them, revealing a remote in her had, "DON'T YOU TRY TO STOP ME!"

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You can't stop me from falling apart

You can't stop me from falling apart

You can't stop me from falling apart

'Cause my self-destruction is all your fault!

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Everyone began to back away, slowly and carefully. All but Ferb, who had to be dragged away by his father. The woman snickered more, stepping around the stage of the apparatus. Her motions were huge and unpredicting, her fingers moved threatening to press the button.

"This is it," she screamed to them all, "This is your redemption day, everybody! Go away from me! Stay away from me!"

Some of the police agreed to her demands, while others slowly began making their way behind the machine that, as they looked at it, looked a lot like a giant bomb. As they did this, the woman kept rambling on, about how they were all horrid drunkards, thieves, even murderers. How she didn't want her child to end up like them…how she didn't want her child to end up like her.

"You see this button here," she asked after her ramble ceased. Everyone froze. Even Ferb. "Guess what I'm gonna do…?"

Everyone wanted to scream, but they couldn't.

"I'M GONNA PRESS IT!"

And that's what she was going to do.

"MUMMY, NO!"

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How could you

How could you

How could you hate me?

When all I ever wanted to be was you?

How could you

How could you

How could you love me?

When all you ever gave me were open wounds?

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Those two words…those two, small, seemingly meaningless words…made her froze, just for a moment.

But it was long enough for the police to get on the stage, grab her, and drag her away. She kicked and screamed, as some of the other officers went to destroy her masterpiece. She stopped as she looked to her family, Lawrence still upset. Her son, still very upset with how things were turning out.

This hadn't really gone like she had planned…but nothing goes as things are planned.

After that day, Ferb never saw his mum again. She had been taken away to an asylum, where she lived her days. Well, not all of them, luckily. They'd let her free again, you'll see…

That's what she thought…what she wanted…what Ferb wanted, more than anything in the world.

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How could you

How could you

How could you

How could you

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"Hey, Ferb…"

The now eleven year old Ferb Fletcher looked up from his book to his brother. The day had already been seized, and they were both ready to hit the hay. Ferb had always read a chapter of his book about Moby Dick, or some other story, before going to sleep. It filled his mind with dreams, he thought to himself.

His brother Phineas was a great addition to his family. Ferb never really like to talk much, so he allowed Phineas to do so for them both. It was chemistry, in a way, between the two brothers. They always worked together well.

But now the usually optimistic red-head looked a little nervous, as if wanting to ask a certain question, a touchy one at that. Nonetheless, Ferb's expression remained stoic. "You know," Phineas began carefully, "How today went with Mom…?"

It was Mother's Day. The best Mother's Day ever, as Phineas put it.

"I was, wondering," Phineas went on, "Who's…who was…before our mom, I mean, who…was your mom?"

Ferb blinked. He hadn't thought about his mother in a long time. Not this deeply anyway. He had never talked to anyone about her since it happened. Ferb sighed. "I never knew her name," he simply said.

"Oh," Phineas said, tapping his finger on his leg, "Do you…remember what she was like?"

"THIS IS YOUR REDEMPTION DAY EVERYONE!"

Ferb cringed at the memory. The memory…just the memory…just that memory…

"She was a wonderful person," Ferb said, "She taught me many things, even for the short time I was with her. She was probably one of the biggest inspirations I ever had."

Phineas looked to his brother and smiled. "You really loved her, didn't you?"

Ferb stared at Phineas, then gave the world's smallest grin. "Yes," he said, "Yes I did…"

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All I ever wanted to be was you

All you ever gave me were open wounds

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Ferb loved his mother more than anything else in the world. She was indeed strange, but he loved her anyway…

…And he still does today; despite the open wounds she gave him the day she went mad.

A/N:

Well, I'm certain that this wasn't exactly what you wanted, Girl of Darkness10, but I hope you liked it…^^;

I'll be honest, I had no idea what I could do with this song, the reason being that I didn't know if the song even fit Ferb. I do OOC stuff, that's true, but I only do it to an extent. However, I love the song, so I thought I'd give it a try anyway. At first I wanted it to be about Ferb being jealous of Phineas, but I wanted to save that for another one-shot.

So then I thought: what if it was about Ferb and his Mom?

Unfortunately, it included the Family genre, even though this was supposed to be horror, angst, or hurt/comfort. I at least got the angst and hurt/comfort in there…with a bit of horror. I mean, Ferb's mom went insane and tried to kill everyone…how is that not crazy? XD

Also, who do you think Ferb's mom is? It can be an OC or someone of canon, I just would like to know.

Next Request: Book girl fan

Hoped you all enjoyed!

~GTS signing out~