Chapter seven

Ferb woke up with a major headache. His dreams were different then his usual ones. They involved the new talking Phineas and Doofenshmirtz. He couldn't quite remember them though. All he knew was that it was probably better he didn't. He sighed, opening his eyes to see four pairs of eyes staring over him. Three and a half of them were glowing red. He sat up and quickly tried backing away from them, but ran into legs instead. Strong metal hands grabbed him and jerked him up, making him feel as if they were trying to rip his arms out of their sockets. He quickly lost all feeling in them. Suddenly, he was dragged forward. Doofenshmirtz was in front of him, leading them all into a room that only had two things in it, if you don't count the blood red carpet. A huge chair, much like the one he used to own when he was still ruler two years ago, and a wall full of TVs. He gasped seeing these. He didn't know this many TVs existed in the whole universe, yet alone could fit into one room. The room suddenly seemed huge, and much to bright because of all of the light from the TVs.

Looking to the sides of him, he could tell that the two dragging him were the two Platyborg's. Just seeing them conjured up more bad memories. This meant that Phineas was right behind them. Ferb told himself that it was better that he didn't see him. It made things better for him. He just couldn't bring himself to believe it.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Doofenshmirtz asked. Ferb blinked, forcing himself to pay attention. When Doofenshmirtz looked back, obviously expecting some type of response or reaction, Ferb glared back. He refused to say a word to the monster who stole his life. He saw Doofenshmirtz roll his eyes before he turned back and took the last few steps to his seat. Ferb was jerked to a stop, and was instantly happy he couldn't feel his arms, because he was sure that they would be in a lot of pain by now.

"Mr. Fletcher," Doofenshmirtz said strictly, suddenly sounding much more like a principal or a professor or something of the sort. It almost made Ferb laugh.

"Yes?" He asked, proud of the hatred and bored tones he was able to inject into that one word.

"Do you have any idea why you are here right now?" Doofenshmirtz asked. Ferb shook his head, slightly thrown off by the question.

"You are already trying to resist. I should have guessed you would have been one of the ones who would try such a stupid thing. Don't you even realize where you are?" Doofenshmirtz asked him. Ferb didn't reply. He just stood there, glaring. He felt something cold jab into the back of his head.

"Answer your master when he asks you a question!" Phineas yelled in his ear, his voice colder then whatever weapon he was threatening him with.

"Of course I do!" Ferb spit at Doofenshmirtz, who now had a gleam in his eye. He looked proud to have created this monster.

"I hoped you would. And are you enjoying your room? I chose it just for you." Even his tone sounded pleased.

"Why wouldn't I?" Ferb asked, his anger coming back again.

"Hmm…" Doofenshmirtz just nodded. "Anyway, Mr. Fletcher," Doofenshmirtz started after at least a minute of silence. "This is strike one. I'll let you off with a warning this time. If you try something like this again, I will not hesitate to take serious action."

"Like what?" Ferb asked before even thinking of the consequences behind it.

"Oh, just minor stuff. I know a cute little black haired girl who would be the perfect Girlborg. Two, actually. In fact, I know a whole group of children who seem to be perfect for the job. Platyborg's, escort this boy back to his room." Doofenshmirtz told them, ignoring the boy's protests and screams.

Ferb twisted and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. There were two beds in the room, but the one he wasn't using was empty and looked unused at all. He wondered what the point of the extra bed was, but didn't think about it for more than a moment. After about two wasted hours of lying in his bed, Ferb heard a small tapping on his door. He opened it slightly, and was pulled out as soon as it was open enough. The other dimension Candace and Isabella stood there, looking serious.

"Sorry for waking you, Ferb. We just wanted to inform you about what was going to happen with the res-" Candace started, but was interrupted by Ferb.

"Don't even finish that sentence, Sir. I don't want or need to know." He snapped, thinking of Doofenshmirtz again.

"Wait, what?" Isabella whispered, surprised by his sudden tone. Candace's eyes widened as she deciphered what he said.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying soldier?" Candace asked. Ferb took a deep breath, forcing himself to say the horrible words.

"Yes sir. I quit The Resistance." He couldn't even believe he was able to say it without bursting into flames or something.

"Why Ferb?" Isabella asked, tears in her eyes. Ferb forced himself not to look into her eyes. He kept staring at Candace instead. Even then, it was still hard to force the next words out of his mouth.

"Because I'm sick of the resistance. I'm sick of…" He had to pause and take a huge breath before continuing, and then forced himself to finally look into Isabella's eyes. "I'm sick of everyone in the resistance." He paused, then added one last thing to his answer, feeling something inside him break as he hardened his eyes and look.

"Everyone."

Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the newest chapter... Sorry, don't really have much more to add, so yeah :D! I hope it wasn't too long of a wait...