I suggest you avoid joining those missions altogether, and stay out of trouble.
A gentle piece of advice, but a harsh statement nevertheless.
Being the optimist that he was, Phineas was glad that he would still be able to give assistance to the missions. However, this statement left him worriedly thinking of more ways for him to physically fend off the robots.
Phineas Flynn was not a fighter. Indeed, he was just an inventor, a creator of ideas. Sure, Ferb was one too, but his amazing marksman skill made him useful in the field. This was the first time that Phineas actually wished he had better physical capabilities, instead of mere creativity to rely on. Like the crushing strength of Buford, or the ever-useful Fireside Girls skills that Isabella possessed.
The only time he had actually participated in combat was during the Robot Riot, when they used baseball launchers against the invading Normbots. It would be a surprise if the same baseballs were able to leave a dent in these machines now, considering their hardened exterior.
The redhead sighed as he sat and watched his friends continue practicing. He itched to join them, to fight alongside his brother against this mysterious external force that threatened the peace of his family.
"Penny for your thoughts?" asked his counterpart, as the latter sat beside him, observing as well the trainings of the First Dimension group.
Phineas smiled hesitantly. "Well, I was just wondering if there were any more other combat styles that I could use."
His paler replica shook his head. "None that I can think of, sadly. Most of our equipment requires strength to be operated, except for…" A light of thought flickered in his navy irises, then disappeared just as quickly. "Never mind."
The inventor pounced on that idea. "You were saying? Except for?"
Second Dimension glanced uneasily at him. "Well, we have another unique kind of training that Baljeet and I have just come up with a few months ago, but we haven't exactly stabilised it yet."
"Do you think I can try that?"
"Not really. Candace would kill me."
"You told him about Plan B?!" Second Dimension Candace exploded. "Phineas, I'm going to kill you!"
Her brother winced and nervously smiled at the same time, while the Resistance leader proceeded to rant at him, about him being so irresponsible, about not thinking of the consequences, and about disobeying her orders.
Finally unable to withstand all the negativity, Phineas burst out, "But what's wrong with him telling me about this other option? No harm done, right? And what is this relying on mental strength, anyway?"
Second Dimension Candace rubbed her forehead. "This is exactly why you should not have been told. Your curiosity can never be satisfied, and you won't give up trying to find out."
"That's exactly why he's perfect for this weapon," piped Second Dimension Phineas cheerfully. His sister scowled at him, but allowed him to continue. "Phineas, nothing is impossible, right? So long as one believes?"
"Of course!"
There was a twinkle in the paler counterpart's eye. "No matter how crazy it seems?"
"Without a doubt," Phineas smiled. "Ferb and I have built the craziest things."
Second Dimension Phineas gestured at him. "There's proof, then. He's more than suited for this."
The orange-headed girl grunted. "It's not even fully developed yet, and you want to let a rookie use it for battle. What happens if it fails?"
"His mental state far exceeds that of a rookie. And we've been working on it for several months now, so I'm fully confident of its capabilities."
Phineas could bear it no longer. "Er, guys, can you get me up to speed here?"
The both of them glanced up at him. "Oh, of course," replied his counterpart calmly, then pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a black wristband that seemed to be made of a combination of cloth and latex. The accessory was completely plain – No ornaments, no decorations or drawings, no colours. All it had was one button, and it shone unnaturally brightly.
"This, my friend, is Plan B."
A/N : Of course I'm not leaving Phinny out of the action. ^^
*sighs* Yes, I know what y'all are thinking. 2-3 weeks, and a short chapter. Oh well... Better short than none, hm? XD
Yeah... Not being able to write is killing me.
