My Christmas gift to FanFiction: a sad story. Kind of like the Nutcracker ballet, but if you only include the part where the Nutcracker dies. Yeah, no dance, music, or pirouettes in this part.
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Phineas A: Ah, I see you are the latest victim of the feels.
LoveYouEpicThoth: The only expectations that matter are your own. Me, I have none for you. Do what you please. I can't stop you from putting me ahead of school every one or two months, although at times you leave me wondering if that's a low-end estimate.
Why do I even need to say that I don't own Phineas and Ferb?
It's not long before Perry does sulk down towards his lair, his hat on his head.
What goes on in his lair is of no matter to me, however. I've seen it before, and I'd rather not again.
Major Monogram seems to be one of the few who had not changed for the worse since my disappearance. Rather, he didn't change at all, or even seem to register that I had moved on.
Not that that should come as a surprise, as he only knew me as Agent P's host family. The man is indifferent to all that which does not affect him. And, while I would have preferred indifference over everyone else's reaction, the scale to which Major Monogram removed his emotion from the outside world is astonishing.
Nobody should be that unfeeling. Even Doofenshmirtz didn't do evil—or what he felt qualified as such—for a week after I passed.
Doofenshmirtz is perhaps the only other person who did not react negatively.
I wish everyone I knew aspired to be more like him.
All I see around me is brokenness, and while indifference is not perfect, it is a step in the right direction.
When Perry reemerges from his hideout, he is in the hover-car, headed towards the landmark purple building. I follow.
You heard the man. Be more like Doofenhmirtz. In other words...
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