Authors Note: Okay just to get you guys filled in and into a complete understanding of what's going on here, I'll explain.
Yes, Rodney took over and we are going back and forth in time frames from the 3 months that Alt. Doof and Platyborg spent in hiding together and the 9 months that they were captured and separated. Yes this story is representing a whole year…I don't know WHY. My brain just happened to LIKE that idea, he's in charge and I just type it. The big boss man's tryna crush my spirit…got these chains on me mister hear my song…don't say imagination is morally wrong. No they won't let us dance or bang that gong cuz they say imagination is morally wrooooooong.
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Don't Ask, the brain started it. Not me.
In One Dimension:
(A/N: 3 months means the time that they were in hiding, not 3 months ago.)
3 Months.
"So if you give yourself in I promise I won't hurt your one eyed friend…"
Platyborg listened to the broadcast on the RoddenChannel. He'd been listening to the same message for an hour. The message replayed and he focused on the words, desperately trying to make sense of them and of his thoughts and feelings. Then he tried to connect the two but he kept getting the same resolution. This repeated for a while until Alt. Doof walked into the room.
"Hey Platyborg."
The cyborg turned to the doctor and tears started to form in his one organic eye.
"Platyborg, what's wrong?" Doofenshmirtz kneeled down and turned his head when his creation pointed shakily at the TV screen. His eye widened and then it narrowed "It figures, he couldn't find us himself so he wants us to come to him. There's just one flaw in his plan, we aren't dumb enough to- Platyborg? What are you doing?"
Platyborg turned his hand to a blaster and shot it at the boarded up window. He prepared to fly out.
"NO! Platyborg don't do this. He doesn't know where we are and neither of us are in danger. I'm fine, Platyborg I'm fine. Look at me, I wasn't in any danger before that broadcast and I'm surely not in any danger now. Can't you see? He's trying to scare us into coming out of hiding. He knows we're not dead and he's trying to lure us out by playing the reassured safety card. He's promising each of us the other's safety in return for capture and since he gave us both those choices, are either of us really safe?"
The cyborg seemed to consider this "If one of us had to-"
"If it ever came down to that then I would be the one to go. Now, get down from there before the robots see you and kill us both!"
Platyborg smiled and leaped down from the window.
"Good." Alt. Doof smiled back then scowled "Now help me find some more boards to cover up that gaping hole."
Present.
After hanging up the phone with her 1st Dimension Family, Candace sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Of course the RoddenChannel was on like it always was. She turned it back off and then a vision flashed through her mind, it was faded and it was just between being able to be seen and border line invisible. It was of Platyborg and Doofenshmirtz running through a building, things were collapsing around them and they jumped; just making it as the top part of the building collapsed.
She threw the remote down and stormed out of the house. Soon she was underground in the tunnels; she found the old mine carts. They were blocked and buried by rocks and dirt and rubble. She began digging her way through everything, she used her staff to push and knock rocks out of the way.
He didn't know how long he stayed in his white prison, eventually he lost track of the days…and months. He didn't truly know how long he spent there until he was finally freed. 9 months. He spent a grand total of 9 months locked in that room, but let's not get ahead of ourselves here. We're only at the beginning of the nine month total, I'd tell you exactly where in the nine months we are but I'm going to let you suffer like Doofenshmirtz and let you go on not knowing.
There was no way of knowing how many nights passed because there were no windows and the only light was from the bright lights shining down on him from the ceiling.
Doofenshmirtz lied there for what felt like forever, days and weeks passed. Maybe even months, he was alone. Food was brought in daily and he'd stare at the wall next to his bed. After that he'd go back to sleep most of the time or just be awake staring at the white ceiling and thinking. He'd think about Platyborg and then he was filled with all sorts of regret. That's how he spent the undetermined amount of time. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat. Sleep. Eat. Stare. Sleep. Stare. Think. Platyborg. Regret. Repeat.
This cycle continued on and on until one day...the cycle changed.
He opened his eye to the sound of the door opening and a blond man probably in his early twenties walked in with a tray. This happened every day and was simply part of the cycle but Alt. Doof noticed something different. He wasn't restrained to his bed like he normally was. The younger male turned to leave after putting down the tray but was immediately stopped.
"Hey, why aren't I attached to my bed anymore?"
It may have been stupid to ask but he didn't really care, it was a change and he was completely unfamiliar with it.
"Dr. Aloyse Everheart Elizabeth Otto Wolfgang Hypatia Gunther Galen Gary Cooper von Roddenstein's orders."
Doofenshmirtz didn't reply and let the man walk out, he didn't even reply to the use of Rodney's full name. Annoying as it was, he wondered how long it took him to teach all of his employees to memorize that and how frustrated Rodney must have been trying to teach them. He laughed inwardly at that last part.
Normally he'd eat whatever they brought him, the dish varied from day to day. The food wasn't bad and meant to torture him so it was ok, but this time was different. He was free, well sort of. He wasn't restrained to his bed anymore and he was going to take advantage of this. Somehow someone managed to unlatch him while he was sleeping which should have been impossible because he ALWAYS woke up when the door opened. Rodney was most likely well aware of that and probably had him drugged or something. Not with poison but with some type of sedative maybe. It didn't matter; he'd gladly accept death if it were to knock on his door, or however that saying goes. Alt. Doof really couldn't remember.
The former dictator moved his legs so that they were dangling off the edge and he brought them down to touch the floor. His ribs didn't hurt as much as they used to, the area was a little sore and the simple action of turning gave him little to unbearable pain. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up only to fall on his face. He groaned and pushed himself up to a sitting position. Maybe he should have seen if he could have supported his own body weight first, he hadn't walked let alone been on his feet for a very long undetermined amount of time. He needed to teach himself how to walk again, he needed to take it step by step until he finally got it.
Doofenshmirtz propped himself up on the bed and took a single step. So far so good, he took another. He smiled and took another one, he was determined at this point and let go of the bed. The action made his legs wobble and landed him on the floor. Great.
He got back up and tried again.
The young blond man walked down the hall after his boss until they reached a room. He didn't fully understand why Dr. Roddenstein kept the old dictator locked in here. Yes he knew who Doofenshmirtz was, how could he not? The man was ruler for about 5 years! Now they were stuck in another sunless dictatorship but this time was different, this time he managed to get on the dictators good side and in return he got a reassurance of safety for his family. At least he hoped Dictator Roddenstein wouldn't change his mind about the deal. He didn't approve of the man's ways and he also didn't think Rodney was punishing Doofenshmirtz for his past crimes against humanity; it seemed like more of a…personal matter.
The new dictator typed in the passcode.
30305
They entered and apparently caught the one eyed man by surprise because the second they walked in he was on the floor against the wall, rubbing his head where he supposedly hit it. He was obviously just trying to walk and was a little startled by their entrance; the blond was able to figure that out from putting two and two together.
"What were you just doing?"
Rodney didn't seem too happy. Doofenshmirtz just glared back at him and answered.
"Trying to walk, I forgot how from being ATTACHED to my bed for so long!"
"Watch it Doofenshmirtz! I still have-" Rodney stopped midsentence "Nothing." He muttered and stormed out the door.
Doofenshmirtz muttered something like 'psychopath' and the young man turned to leave, the older male stopped him.
"Wait!"
The blond turned around to face him.
"What was Rodney about to say? What does he have?"
"I'm not allowed to disclose that information."
"I see…"
The younger male began to turn but was slammed up against the wall with a fork to his neck, Doofenshmirtz chuckled.
"You guys must be idiots. I'm a genius, I could find a million different functions for a stainless steel fork and I have to say that this has got to be the least dangerous one. Now tell me. What's Roddenstein hiding?"
"N-nothing-!"
"You're lying."
The blond felt the tips of the fork dig harder into his neck and he could tell from his eye that Doofenshmirtz was serious so he blurted out, trying to give as little information as he could "H-he programmed something- That's all I know!"
"You know what he programmed. What is it?"
"I don't-" He felt the fork press harder, this time piercing his skin "A cyborg! He programmed a cyborg!"
"A cyborg…" Alt. Doof repeated then narrowed his eye "What's the name of this cyborg?"
"I don't remember its name really-" The blond was on the borderline of peeing his pants "B-But it has an orange beak and teal fur a-and an orange beaver tail!"
"That's impossible; Rodney made me watch the video of the execution. You turned on the TV yourself, explain!"
"It was an old video-! T-Taken years ago! The cyborg's alive!"
That was all Doofenshmirtz needed to hear, he dropped the boy to the ground. The younger male tried to calm his frantically beating heart in the silence that followed; he nearly jumped when he heard the former dictator mutter a simple command. He didn't even hear him, it was that soft. The blond shakily found his voice and stuttered.
"W-what?"
"What's the passcode?" The older males tone promised death if the order wasn't complied.
"30305."
Alt. Doof seemed to stiffen at the number and he worked his jaw for a moment, and then went for the door. He entered the code and the door slid open, he disappeared when it closed and you could hear the sound of the codes being typed in on the other side. The door locked and the footsteps tapped down the hallway. The Indentured Executive Assistant started frantically typing on his watch, Rodney's voice responded angrily.
"What is it intern? I'm busy!"
"Sir, we have a situation…"
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To Be Continued…
Authors Note: Yes, so I hope the whole going back in time then going forward thing isn't too difficult. I simplified it the best way I could, I went back and changed the timings a bit so if you wanna go back and check back for reference or whatever or take notes and try to work out the times. But I doubt any of you are THAT devoted to this story to do that xD I'd say this story if SORT OF centered around Alt. Doof but then again…
Remember!
3 Months= The 3 Months that they were in hiding.
Present= The present time in the story (whichever time that may be) and not a flashback.
NattyMc is out, PEACE!
