All my stories connect together in some way, you have to take notice of that or else you'll be lost or confused. Pay special attention!
2nd Dimension.
Vanessa sat on her bed in her mother's house. It was her mom's weekend and she was reading the latest 'Flawless Girl' magazine, filling out a poll with a pencil. She tapped the eraser against her bottom lip in thought, murmuring the question out loud to herself.
"Have you ever eaten cheese?" She asked aloud and then furrowed her brow "What does that have to do with what celebrity I'll marry?"
"Vanessa!" Her mother called.
"What do you want, mom?" She called back in an annoyed tone. She hated staying with her mother and Vanessa always tried to make it well-known to the woman that she'd rather be with her father at that moment but Charlene was oblivious to pretty much everything.
"There's someone here to see you." Charlene told her.
Vanessa sighed, getting off her bed and tossing the magazine on her bed. She walked into her mother's living room, and gave her a questioning look.
"Front door, hun." The woman told her from the couch, the woman was looking at a magazine and Vanessa made a mental note to never read another magazine as long as she lived. She'd rather die than become anything like her mother.
The dictator's daughter shuddered in revulsion when she saw her mom tapping a pencil against her bottom lip. She'd burn all her magazines later on, that was for sure. She opened the door and the moment she did, she stepped back, complete shock taking over her.
"C-Carl?"
1st Dimension.
He was punched again, the blow knocking him back and leaving the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Okay, maybe this wasn't one of his better ideas… He really wasn't winning this and he was really sucking right now…
"Ha! Did you think you could win in a fight against me?" The Regurgitator laughed "I am The Regurgitator, THE WORLD IS MY-"
Alt. Doof delivered a right hook to the larger man's jaw. He winced, momentarily forgetting that he wasn't supposed to use his right hand to fight. Great. His right hand was his strongest ally and it was keeping him from all the way losing, he'd just have to use it. No matter how much blazing agony it gave him. In order for his hand to make a full recovery, he'd have to not use it AT ALL, for less than a year. He scoffed inwardly, like THAT was ever going to happen. He depended on it too much and he used it for everything, from helping Vanessa with homework to modifying and fixing up Platyborg. Things just kept happening, and he needed his hand for all of these things.
He needed new ideas, new thoughts and a better battle tactic than just re-shattering more bones in his totaled hand while trying to shatter other people's bones. He couldn't build anything without causing himself horrible pain, he couldn't cook without causing himself horrible pain, he couldn't fight without causing himself horrible pain, but the question always remains. Would he do anything to protect the ones he loved, even cause himself horrible and most agonizing pain? Yes, yes he would and he was freaking proud to do it!
Doofenshmirtz-2 kept his fists balled up into- well…fists- and glared as the much larger man stood up, rubbing his jaw from where he was struck. The Regurgitator was red with anger.
"You DARE hit me!"
"This is a fight, idiot." Alt. Doof insulted him "Of course I'm going to hit you! Not to sound childish but, you hit me first!"
"I am going to make you wish you were never born!" The man yelled.
The dictator scoffed, the two men circling each other. "If I had a penny for every time I've ever wished that, I'd be rich! And frankly…since I own all the banks, I am!"
"How much are you worth?" The Regurgitator asked curiously.
"Oh, not much…" Alt. Doof shrugged as modestly as he could "A couple billion dollars is all…" He smiled. "But your sister was only worth twenty…"
Enraged by the comment, the large man ran at Doofenshmirtz, yelling. "I DON'T EVEN HAVE A SISTER! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"
The one eyed man ducked, completely and almost effortlessly dodging the attack. Alt. Doofenshmirtz took notes. Okay, the man was easily enraged at anything, even something absolutely stupid, he got that. The man was bigger than he was, he most certainly got that one down…., the man was reckless and clumsy, perfect. Those flaws will definitely benefit him plenty. He had to dig deeper and get the man so mad that he'd be blinded by fury long enough for him to make his next plan of action.
"COME OVER HERE AND FIGHT ME!"
"Why don't you come over here?" Alt. Doof challenged. "You know, your face is like taking shots. I could hit them again and again and again, but it won't make your sister any nice-looking…"
That made The Regurgitator angry, and with a battle cry, the large man ran at him again, but this time the dictator didn't duck. He allowed himself to be taken down and pinned to the floor under the much larger weight. Hefty hands wrapped around his neck and squeezed with brutal force that nearly crushed his windpipe. He grabbed the wrists of The Regurgitator's hands, trying to pry them off. The dude was too strong, and his throat was pressed shut. The lack of oxygen to his brain was painful and so were the knees pressing against his stomach. He choked, and tried to cough, to force the hands off and will the air back into his heavily deprived lungs. They were screaming at him for air and everything started blurring. Alt. Doof stopped moving, his head falling back against the ground as his whole body went limp, eye closed and his chest unmoving.
The Regurgitator smiled, removing his hands from around the smaller man's throat. No one could ever beat The Regur-
Doofenshmirtz' eye shot open and he head-butted his skull with the larger man. Losing consciousness, for real this time.
2nd Dimension.
Vanessa slammed the door shut, running full speed to her room and locking it behind her. She insane, that was the only logical explanation for this, for him being at her doorstep… That had to be it! She was mental! She must have taken some narcotics on accident, that's all! This was a dream! Just one, big-
There was a knock on her window and she jumped, the 'ghost' of the one she lost was crouching in a tree branch in front of her window, tapping his fist against it. As he opened the window and slid himself inside her room, she shrunk back into a corner, sliding down to sit and cower.
"Ms. Doofenshmirtz, please, allow me to explain…"
"You're not really here right now! You're dead! You blew up in that water fortress months ago, I saw it! I'm just insane and I'm imagining you right now!"
Carl sighed at her babbling. He blamed himself for her current break down. The last time he saw her in person was when she ran out of her father's water fortress, and out of his life, crying. It was better to fake his death than to just disappear out of her life without a trace. Why was he even here? Didn't he hurt her enough? He looked at her and guessed that he hadn't, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't stay away any longer.
"You're not crazy, I'm really alive and well, and standing in your bedroom right now. This isn't imaginary. Just please allow me to expl-"
She started crying, her knees brought up to her chest and face held down, sobbing. She could only be described as a wreck.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have faked my death, I thought it would be better for both of us, but it wasn't. We were both emotionally scarred. You because you saw the explosion alone, and me because…well…I didn't want to keep watching you suffer with the burden of my death and thinking it was your fault. I clicked the self-destruct button, I was going to keep Rodrigo away from you forever even if it meant I'd never see you again as well. You had made your decision, you didn't want either of us. The stress was too much for you."
"So, that was your plan all along?" Vanessa asked harshly "Fake your death so you wouldn't have to deal with me? Why didn't you tell me you were alive? I thought you were dead for 6 months, Carl. Half of a year! Did you expect me to be okay with it? To choose you now? "
"Of course not! I wanted to tell you Vanessa, but your father insisted and he is a very complicated man! There is nothing I could have done!"
"Nothing you could have done? So, my father was the one trying to trick me?!"
"No! Your father loves you, and Platyborg more than anything else! In fact, the reason I work for him is because of you two!" The intern sighed "My job is to protect both of you in the moments that he can't, to watch over you when he is blind. If something happens to him, I'm your caretaker!"
"So, what are you, my step-parent?"
"It's complicated and I didn't understand it either the first time he offered me this job. I still don't understand most of your father's motives and I've been working for him for years!"
"But no one can make you keep your own life a secret! It's your life! Not his! He can't tell you what to-"
"He can. You don't understand, but he can. He has to, in order to protect you."
"Protect me from what? Why does he have to protect us so much?"
"Like I said before, everything is complicated, especially your father, but I know only a small part of it. I don't know exactly everything I'm supposed to protect you two from, but I do have a list of people to protect you from if needed. Rodrigo was on that list."
"So you're a hit man?"
"No. I don't go around killing people because anyone pays me to. I'm not a killer and your dad knows I'm not. He gave direct instructions before he hired me as his 'go-to guy' to go to when things get too out of hand. I am a second to last resort. Your father handles most things himself so he is the first weapon of action or 'first' resort of sorts."
"What's the last resort?" She asked him and the intern frowned.
"You know he'd do anything to keep you both out of harm's way, right?"
Vanessa scoffed "Of course I do. He tells me all the time, and Platyborg. He's such a control-freak sometimes..."
Carl ignored her last comment and began climbing out the window. "As long as you know he'd do anything, there's nothing more you need to know. And if you ever need to see me or want to contact me, just call. I'll answer every time."
"Don't you have a life?"
"I do, Ms. Doofenshmirtz." He told her. "But it revolves around you." And he was gone just like that.
Vanessa ran to the window, yelling out of it. "Hey, Mr. Mystery! You forgot to give me your number!" She side and closed her window, knowing for a fact that he wasn't coming back. She sat on her bed, so many questions flooding her mind. She noticed a small piece of paper sticking out of her magazine that was lying on her bed. Vanessa pulled out the small, narrow strip of paper and blinked at the phone number written on it. How did he…? Her eyes wandered to that poll she was trying to answer earlier, all filled in and answered. She read the results from the test allowed. "You are going to marry Robert Pattinson…." She noticed something else was out of place and she scowled. "That little bat stole my pencil!"
1st Dimension.
Doofenshmirtz-1was pacing frantically, a clear sign of panic written all over his face.
"Dr. D, calm down! It wasn't your fault!" Phineas tried to calm the panicking scientist down. Ferb and Perry blinked, watching on and staring into the murky body of water in front of them. The boys had met them at the Danville Park after their getaway and that was the minute that things turn a bad turn.
"The other me is going to flip! He's going to kill me when he finds out! He told me to watch him with my life! What is wrong with me?!" Heinz put his hands over his face, shaking his head. "What's the other me going to say when he finds out that-"
"When I find out what?" Alt. Doof said, walking up to them. It was apparent that he had won the fight with a minimal amount of injuries. It was clear though that he had just been in a fight. Some bruises were emanate on his face as well as some scratches, and his throat looked…irritated, for some reason…
"Whoa, other me! What happened to your face?!"
The semi-dictator narrowed his eye at the idiot. Well, at least he knew that their brain capacities were back to normal. "I was in a small fight."
"Small? You look like you got your face bashed in by something hard and powerful! What hit you?" Doof asked.
"His fist."
"Oh."
"Where's Platyborg?"
Doofenshmirtz went silent, trying not to meet his equivalent's stare. "Uh, you see…about that…"
Alt. Doof gave his counterpart this look. "Where is my child?!"
"Okay, you deserve to know where he is, I know that! Alright, here it goes…" Doof took a deep breath "We drove to the park where we met up with these guys-" He gestured to the two boys who were standing as far away from the counterparts as they could, their pet standing with them. They gave a meek wave with sheepish grins that made Doof-2 look at them curiously. The 1st Doof went on with his explanation. "I- I looked away for a second, and he…we heard a scream and a splash and he…. Platyborg fell into water. I- I couldn't catch him…"
Doofenshmirtz-2 eye darted to the river and he ran for it, his 1st Dimension counterpart grabbed him by the arms to stop him from diving in. "You can't go down there!"
"The hell I can't!"
Doof pulled the other him, fighting to keep the man on land, be blurted out the only thing that would make his counterpart stop and think. "Someone already went in after him!"
Alt. Doof stopped, turning his head. "Who?"
"Rodney did…"
What do you think Alt. Doof's reaction to that will be? ;)
~Natty.
