This was a bad idea, Kim thought as she and Ron ran away from four DisneyBots, that were of course, shooting lasers at them.

A bad idea indeed. After the teens had decided to follow the source of the mysterious noise, they had stumbled upon a deep hole in the ground. Ron had proceeded to give Kim one of his "Why we shouldn't do this" speeches, which Kim had promptly ignored as she jumped down it. Ron had decided that he didn't have anything better to do, so he jumped down it as well.

They had landed in a series of tunnels, causing Ron to begin to freak out and Kim to silently wish she had a compass. After walking aimlessly for a while, they heard the sound again, but much louder. The ground and dirt walls shook violently, and the heroes could see bright, blue lights in the otherwise dark distance. Before they knew it, DisneyBots had them surrounded from all corners. Kim had grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him though the shaky tunnels, running as fast as she could.

So, at the moment, Kim was definitely regretting her previous decision.

"KP?" Asked a rather winded Ron as he was being pulled around a dark corner.

"No time to talk, Ron."

The blond grunted. "But, Kim...I'm tired," said Ron in a way that was totally not a whine. Kim rolled her eyes before coming to a full stop. Ron crashed into her back, giving a quiet "ouch" before seeing what made his friend stop.

Before them was a large open area with a gigantic metal machine in the very center. It was circular in shape and had several tubes jutting from out of it. Coming from out said tubes, were freshly made DisneyBots.

"So," Kim said. "This is where they're coming from."

Before Ron could ask "but why?", the Bots appeared from behind them, grabbing them by the shoulders and holding them up.

"We have you now, Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible. You may have thought you would be able to elude us, but The Master has been waiting for you for quite a while. As you can see, The Master always gets what he wants." The one holding Ron said. He couldn't help but gulp. He had heard of The Master. Everyone had.

No one knew who he was for sure. Several rumors had flooded out after his sudden rise to power: he was an old government leader that was sick of how things were being done in the Cartoon World; he was one of the very weak villains that never even got close to winning, but was now reaching full power; some even thought that he was some sort of evil dark lord from outer space ready to claim the Cartoon World as his.

But, what everyone did know, was that whoever this Master guy was, he was bad news.

And now, Kim and Ron were on there way to meet him, face-to-face.

If you ever asked Kim when the scariest moment of her life was, she would probably laugh and say that she had been through so many compromising and dangerous situations, that she wasn't even scared anymore. But now, let's just say that wasn't the case.

The Master was the one responsible for all of those deaths-the one responsible for all of those lives ruined. He was the reason why poor, innocent people were left broken.

It was obvious: The Master was an evil man. If Kim were to even attempt to fight him, she would be dead in mere seconds. She hated it, but she knew that she would have to comply with whatever The Master said in order to keep her life.

Eventually, the DisneyBots paused in front of a large, brass door. It was rusty, and the paint of what appeared to have been a warning that said "KEEP OUT" was chipping off. Suddenly, the teens were on the dirt ground, having been dropped by the Bots. Once they stood up, with fear and something that looked a little like vanquish written on their faces, one of the Bots made a sound similar to clearing a throat.

"The Master will see you, now."

"Danny."

"Leave me alone, Tucker, I'm sleeping."

"Who's Tucker?"

Danny sighed. "You're Tucker, Tucker."

"Um, I'm Phineas. Remember? We met last night."

"Phineas? I don't know any-" Danny opened his eyes. "Oh."

Before him stood a worried Phineas and an, as usual, indifferent Ferb. He figured that he was having a hard time differentiating dreams from reality. He winced-had he really thought that Tucker was still alive and well? He shook the thoughts out of his head-there wasn't enough time to think about that. They had to start moving. Standing up, Danny offered a "Sorry, I was just-"

"Don't worry about it. But, uh, we have to get a move on unless we want some of the DisneyBots or the NickDroids to find us." Phineas said, before glancing at Ferb, who looked back. "Ferb thinks it's best if we go west. What do you think, Danny?"

Danny stuck his tongue out in thought. West would be a good idea, but- suddenly, the ghost-boy was plagued with memories. A specific one stood out to him, for it was not unlike what was happening at the moment.

"Danny, are you sure we should do this? I think we should just get out of here while we can-going west would be best. I heard there's less conflict over there in the countryside." Tucker had said. It was the night of the attack on Amity Park, the night that Tucker had died. Sam was with them too, sitting on Danny's bed, as the boys sat on the floor.

Sam had shook her head. "Bad idea, Tucker. Danny's gotta do his thing, and we have to do our thing. Right, Danny?" At this, Danny remembered shrugging. He had been nervous about the impending battle-he had ever only fought against ghosts, never robots bent on murder.

Tucker had given a sigh, most likely in realization that it would be impossible to convince his friends that the entire thing was a bad idea. "Fine. I just hope this doesn't end up blowing up in our faces."

Sam snorted. "Would you quit being such a pessimist, Tuck? That's my job, remember?" She gave him a playfully light kick, and everyone chuckled. For a quick second, thoughts of war and running away were all but forgotten. That was until the sound of screaming was heard from downstairs.

"Oh no," Sam all but whispered, before Danny was on his feet and running down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom steps, he noticed that the living room was completely trashed: the couch was scratched up, chairs were all over the place, the TV had a big hole in it, there was dirt all over the lilac carpet. Before Danny could even react to the condition of the room though, there was another scream. It was coming from the kitchen.

And, Danny was pretty sure that Jazz and his parents had been in the kitchen.
Gulping nervously, he closed his eyes and managed to choke out "Going Ghost!", before flashes of white light surrounded him as he transformed. As he was about to walk through the doorway, Sam appeared behind him, grabbing his hand. He made to shake her off, but instead she stuffed the Fenton Thermos into his free hand.

"This probably isn't going to help at all, but-"

"No," Danny interrupted, looking down to the Thermos. "I think it might just work. Thanks, Sam." The dark haired girl nodded her head, and gave him a reassuring smile. He returned it before walking into the kitchen to the impending doom.

That was the last time he saw Sam smile.

"Danny," he heard what couldn't have possibly been Sam say. He rubbed his eyes. There, standing in front of him was the girl who he had spent hours searching for, days missing, and years unknowingly loving. She looked exactly how she had the night of the battle, if not a little less scratched up and bewildered. "Danny," she said again, and this time Danny reached out to her, just wanting to make sure that this was real and that he wouldn't be alone in this anymore.

"Um, Danny? You're kinda petting my head."

It was Phineas. Just Phineas.

Shocked and on the verge of tears, Danny ran out of the tent, not wanting people who were practically strangers to see him cry. Regardless, the brothers followed him.

"Danny, are you alright? You know, if you want to keep caressing my hair, you can." This startled a laugh out of the teen, before he turned to them and took a deep breath. No, he was not going to cry. Not when he could actually be doing something.

"Thanks, Phineas, but I'm good. I guess I'm just...seeing things." He said while squinting his eyes at his own words. Seeing things, gosh it made him sound crazy.

Ferb gave Phineas another look, and Danny was really starting to wonder why he couldn't just talk, before Phineas said, "Ferb says that war makes the mind go wacky. Don't worry about it. But, uh, did we ever decide on which way we're going?"

Of course, he had forgotten while he was going through his reverie.

"West. We should go west."

Somewhere, in a dark, dank, and daunting office building that had long since been abandoned, sat a green monkey in front of a desk, drumming his opposable thumbs against the wood and tentatively waiting for the phone in front of him to ring.

He was nervous, no beyond nervous. This was a feeling so strong and growing stronger in his stomach, that it couldn't be properly described. There was sweat trickling down his forehead, while he took shaky breaths, before dropping his head to the desk with a loud thump.

Mojo JoJo groaned. He really didn't need this right now.

Suddenly, the phone rung, loud and alarming. Nearly falling out of his swivel chair, Mojo involuntarily spun around before grabbing the phone. He quickly composed himself, and pressed the green TALK button.

"Monkey, could you tell me what was taking you so long to answer?" Asked a cold, low voice on the other line. Mojo JoJo swallowed and tried to stammer out some sort of answer, but was cut off. "Never mind. We don't have any time for this. Now, what was this big news you wanted to tell me so much? I'm a busy man, Monkey." A very busy man, indeed. Busy destroying countless lives, no doubt.

"Er, well, Mr. Master, sir-"

"How many times must I tell you, insolent primate? I am not the Master. I am merely his associate." Spoke the voice again, with a tinge of what sounded like exasperation, but was most likely hostility.

"I apologize! It's just you both sound so similar-or how I've never really seen either of your faces. I will never do it again!" Mojo apologized, profusely, not wanting to get any more on the bad side of one of the most dangerous people in all of the Cartoon Universe. He was already demoted to being called "Monkey".

"I swear, if you don't tell me what you wanted to tell me right now, I will-"

"No! It's just...you're not going to like this, nor will The Master."

"Do you think I care? Just spit it out!" Mojo frowned. He might as well just say it.

"They-the resistance group-they found one of your bases and destroyed about a hundred Bots, Droids, and even the NetworkBorgs. The member we could capture-a boy with a stretching dog, a sponge, a bluejay, and a blue blob that says he's imaginary were all killed. The rest got away." Mojo waited for a reply, but he got nothing. "They say they want to see you-I mean The Master-personally. Apparently they want to try to put up a fight."

There was a long, but somehow loud silence. For a second, Mojo was afraid that the masked man on the other end had hung up, but a voice rang through the phone soon after.

"Tell them that we have their leader, and that if they even so much as sneeze the wrong way, we'll kill him. Slowly." Mojo nodded. He was told that they had captured a mouse by the name of Mickey up a few days ago.

"Okay, thank you, sir." As he was about to hang up, and probably go and take a soothing bubble bath, the voice stopped him.

"Oh, and Monkey? If those twits infiltrate another base again, it's going to be on your head. And, I'm sure the Master wouldn't be so happy with you."

Click. Slade Wilson had hung up.