Here is the penultimate chapter, hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb, or the film this fic is based on
The lights came on inside some sort of garage, Buford Von Stomm was tied to a chair, The Dark Defender sat in the chair facing Buford.
==News Studio==
"Net News ran the whole thing, live, uncensored" said the news anchor
"They got prosecuted for it, as we would have had we ran the story early on" said the male employee
"Matt, do you regret not running the footage?" asked Kevin
"No" said Matt
"Why did you choose not to run it?" asked Kevin
"We are a major television network, we are governed by rules and regulations, this isn't Net News, those rules and regulations need to be adhered to" said Matt
==TV and Electronics Shop==
"When I saw what was happening, I started showing it to the crowd, this was once in a lifetime stuff, we hooked the live feed into the cameras, the defender had multiple cameras and someone over at Net News was doing a kick-ass job" said the shopkeeper
==Net News==
"It was a life changing experience for me, as I'm sure I can say the same about anyone else who saw it or has seen it since" said Spencer
"And what do you say to the accusations that you knew it was going to happen and the whole thing was pre-planned?" asked Kevin
"Ridiculous" said Spencer
"Is it?" asked Kevin
"We got a message with an IP address, when we checked it out, we saw the scene in the garage, as soon as we realised what was happening, we called the police" said Spencer
"As soon as you realised?" asked Kevin
"Yes" said Spencer
"You called the police?" asked Kevin
Spencer nodded. Kevin checked his files.
"These are the phone records from that night, according to these records, the only phone call made to the police from this office took place at 8:53PM, that feed went live at 8:30PM" said Kevin
Spencer didn't respond.
==Garage==
The Defender held a small pill to Buford's nose, Buford woke up and saw the Dark Defender facing him.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" asked Buford
Buford tried to stand but realised his wrists had been tied to the chair with leather straps.
"Do you know who I am?" asked the Defender
"Yeah, of course I do, you crazy bastard, come on, let me go" said Buford
"Are you sure you know who I am?" asked the Defender
"Yeah, you're the Dark Defender, you've made a mistake" said Buford
The Defender leaned back in the chair.
"Have I?" asked the Defender
"Yeah, I'm not who you think I am, I swear to god" said Buford
"God? Careful, you may be seeing him very soon" said the Defender
"Whatever you think I've done, I didn't do it, it wasn't me" said Buford
The Defender stood up, walked over to a table behind Buford, and returned to the chair with a small wooden box. He pulled out the contents of the box, lochs of human hair tied together with small ribbons, one at a time, more pieces of hair came out of the box and was placed on the table next to the chairs until the box was empty, when the box was empty, the Defender threw the box in Buford's face. The Defender sat back down.
"So what, you find those out on the street?" asked the Defender
"I've never seen those before, they must belong to my roommate" said Buford
"You live alone" said the Defender
"Not my roommate, my mate, Rodney, he comes over all the time, I let him use my garage to work on his car, must be his" said Buford
"You don't have any mates Buford, not even one called Rodney" said the Defender
"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP!" screamed Buford
"No point, the Caldwell's next door, they got free movie tickets and won't be back for 2 hours, and Old Mrs Haywood, well..." said the Defender
The Defender faced his right hand side.
"MRS HAYWOOD! HELLO! MRS...She wouldn't hear if you were screaming in her ear, deaf as a doornail" said the Defender
"How do you know so much?" asked Buford
The Defender shook his head.
"You know this whole thing would go a lot easier if you just tell me the truth, if you are innocent of the crimes that I believe you have committed, you have nothing to worry about, and I will walk away, it's up to you now Buford, so, where did you get the hair?" asked the Defender
"Well, I'm pretty messed up, I'm into some pretty weird shit, I bought those off a guy I met in jail" said Buford
"A guy you met in jail? What guy?" asked the Defender
"J...Jimmy, Jimmy Harris" said Buford
"Jimmy Harris? Your old cell mate?" asked the Defender
"Yeah" said Buford
"Go on" said the Defender
"Got them off him" said Buford
"And where'd HE get them?" asked the Defender
"I don't know, I've no fucking idea, what does it matter?" asked Buford
The Defender stood up and quickly punched Buford in the face.
"FUCK!" said Buford
"WHAT DOES IT MATTER?!" asked the Defender
"Fuck!" said Buford
"Did you really just fucking say that?" asked the Defender
The Defender pulled out a gun.
"Look at them" said the Defender
"No" said Buford
The Defender grabbed Buford's face and forced him to look at the hair.
"Look at them, LOOK AT THEM! I COUNT SIX, SIX GIRLS THAT YOU DID GOD KNOWS WHAT TO!" screamed the Defender
The Defender let go of Buford's face.
"What did you do to them?" asked the Defender
"Nothing, I swear to god, it wasn't me" said Buford
The Defender punched Buford again.
==TV Shop==
A crowd of customers were watching the live feed.
"We shouldn't be watching this" said one man
"Bullshit man, this is fucking mad" said a teenager
"They shouldn't be showing it" said the man
"Look, if you don't want to watch it then fuck off home" said the teenager
The man left.
==Net News==
"The Dark Defender and Buford Von Stomm broadcast was THE MOST watched broadcast, whatever you want to call it, in the history of the world, the second it finished it was copied and plastered all over the internet, it has been downloaded and watched millions of times, maybe even billions" said Spencer
==Garage==
"AGH, Fuck you" said Buford
The Defender sat down again.
"You can't prove anything, you kill me then you're just a fucking murderer" said Buford
"Really?" asked the Defender
"Yeah" said Buford
"So you think you know who I am?" asked the Defender
"Man, you're a broken fucking record" said Buford
The Defender removed his hood before taking off his mask, exposing his identity to the world.
"Dinnerbell?" asked Buford
"That's right Buford" said Phineas
"Fuck" said Buford
Phineas placed his mask on the table and reached into his jacket, pulling out a photograph that he showed to Buford.
"Fuck" said Buford
Phineas stood up, walked behind Buford, reached into his jacket again and took out a remote, switching on a powerpoint projector, before turning off the lights. Buford tried to look away from the powerpoint.
"Open your FUCKING EYES" said Phineas
Phineas grabbed Buford's head and forced him to look at the powerpoint, trying to keep Buford's eyes open.
"LOOK AT THEM, Look at them" said Phineas
The powerpoint showed a young girl, about 9 years old, playing in a park with her mother, a beautiful raven haired woman in a white blouse and a pair of jeans.
"Look what you DESTROYED" screamed Phineas
Phineas started feeling teary eyed.
"There's Miriam, you remember her right?" asked Phineas
"Buford tried to look away.
"You LOOK...AT...THEM!" screamed Phineas, nearly breaking Buford's neck
Phineas focused on the powerpoint again.
"And there, there's Isabella, Hi Honey, she was a nurse, she looked after people who couldn't look after themselves, oh, you know who that is, right?" asked Phineas
The powerpoint showed Phineas with Miriam, waving to the camera.
"Look at them, this was only a few weeks before YOU came along, you see that, you see how HAPPY WE ARE?" asked Phineas
==Net News==
"I thought he would just kill him right there, you know just, BANG, right in the head, I had no idea what was coming next, but then with the Dark Defender, we never really did" said Spencer
==Garage==
The presentation had ended, Phineas was sitting in the chair facing Buford again, Phineas was staring at the hairs.
"Do any of these belong to my daughter?" asked Phineas
"No" said Buford
"Don't lie to me" said Phineas
"I'm not, I swear, none of them are hers" said Buford
Phineas checked his watch.
"You have 5 minutes" said Phineas
"What?" asked Buford
"5 minutes to convince me not to kill you" said Phineas
"Huh?" asked Buford
"You know, I thought long and hard about what to do with people like you, should it be an eye for an eye, good old style justice, I thought maybe I should take the wives of the children of the killers, I take your father, you take my mother, that kind of thing, just didn't sit right with me, then I thought, what if I cripple someone, leave them to suffer for years and years, but then of course, the tax payer would end up footing the bill, hundreds of thousands of dollars to keep scumbags like you alive and comfortable" said Phineas
Phineas reached into his pocket and pulled out some bullets.
"Look at these, I buy these in bulk, 50 cents a piece..." said Phineas
Phineas droppd the bullets onto the floor.
"You do the math, but you know what? I'm done with the killing, you're the last" said Phineas
"No" said Buford
"But, if you can convince me to let you live, then you live, but your time's running out" said Phineas
"Are you for real?" asked Buford
"What have you got to lose?" asked Phineas
"Dinnerbell, you know what I was like as a kid, I mixed with some bad kids in high school, I got mixed up with some drugs, next thing you know, I'm in prison for stealing a car, I didn't steal it, fucking cops" said Buford
"Fucking Cops?" asked Phineas
"Yeah, they railroaded me and put me in jail, bad things happened to me in there, real bad things, I was just a kid, just a stupid kid, how's a kid supposed to deal with that shit? They taught me how to steal, how to pick locks, how to hurt people, how to get girls, I can't help myself" said Buford
Phineas stood up, grabbing one of the pieces of hair.
"But you like it" said Phineas
"I need it" said Buford
"But you like it, right? The little girls, they get scared, they all get you with their big eyes, pleading, asking to go home, to their mummies and daddies, made you feel strong, didn't it?" asked Phineas
"Yes" whimpered Buford
"Made you feel like a man" said Phineas
Buford was clearly scared.
"Go ahead, say it, it's alright" said Phineas
"Yes" whimpered Buford
Phineas placed the hair back on the table and grabbed the gun.
"No please..." said Buford
Phineas pointed the gun at Buford's head.
"...It's not my fault" said Buford
"THEN WHO'S FUCKING FAULT WAS IT, BUFORD? WHY DID YOU KILL MY DAUGHTER?" asked Phineas
"I don't know, I saw her in the shops, I followed her home" said Buford, terrified for his life
"SHE WAS 9 YEARS OLD" screamed Phineas
"Please forgive me, I admit it, I killed them, I killed them all" said Buford, who was now crying
"9 years old" whimpered Phineas
Phineas grabbed the photo.
"And Isabella, you sent her into a spiral of alcoholism, she's been in and out of rehab since what you did, you killed us all" said Phineas
"Please forgive me, please" said Buford
Phineas sat back down and buried his face into his hands.
"I'm so sorry" said Buford
Phineas raised his head.
"I do forgive you Buford, I forgive you, or rather, I COULD forgive you Buford, problem is..." said Phineas
Phineas stood up and pointed the gun at Buford's head again.
"...I don't believe a fucking word you just said, your little stories, they don't work on me, it's bullshit, Buford, I know the truth, now face me" said Phineas
Buford's look of fear turned to one of determination.
"Fuck you, I went to prison, I did my time I paid my dept" said Buford
"Paid your debt? Not yet" said Phineas
"Yes I have, and I remember her, your little princess, with the beautiful eyes, I saw the light go out, with I could still smell her, she smelt so sweet, like jasmine and strawberries, Hahaha, she was one of my favourites..." said Buford, clearly gone crazy
Buford couldn't continue speaking as Phineas pulled the trigger, splattering Buford's brains across the wall.
==TV Shop==
The crowd were still watching the broadcast, half the people inside were happy by what Phineas just did, the other half were disgusted.
==Garage==
Phineas grabbed a sheet of paper from the corner of the garage and a combat knife, he placed the paper on Buford's chest before taking the knife and stabbing the paper and Buford's corpse, pinning the paper to Buford's chest. An address was written on the paper.
17 Hopetin Avenue.
==Net News==
"Who could blame him?" asked Spencer
==Garage==
Police soon arrived at the scene, Phineas stayed sat in the chair. Soon, the police entered the garage and arrested Phineas.
Well, with that, the fic is almost finished. Now you know why Phineas became a vigilante serial killer.
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