Me: *Cracks knuckles* Phew, this is gonna be a rough two chapters, four to five plot lines I gotta handle in one go.
Phineas: *Fanning me with a towel* YEAH! But you can take it, come on!
Me: Thanks Phineas, I know I can, I AM READY WOO (It's spirit week in School when I began writing this, I'm very energetic) And thank YOU Vegetable Samosa.
Vegetable Samosa: No problem!
Phineas: I really question your imagination sometimes….
Phineas and the Gang:
"Everybody here..?" Phineas asked, shifting to an upright position against the cold stone wall, his head spinning from a blunt impact of some sort. His deep blue eyes began to adjust to the low light levels, and they scanned the room cautiously. Isabella was lying on a small cot, a few bruises and scratches but none the worse for wear. Baljeet was also out cold, resting in a sitting position on the wall not too far down from Phineas. Irving was strewn hap-hazardly on the floor like a rag doll. Buford was covered in bruises and actually chained to the wall; Phineas remember vaguely he wouldn't go without a fight. Then there was Emily, who was fully conscience and leaning against the bars of the small cell with an introspective expression on her face, deep in thought.
"Yeah, other than Buford we didn't try to resist after you were knocked out Phin," she said, looking up at him. Phineas attempted to stand, leaning heavily on the stone wall behind him.
"Then… why are we all covered in bruises…?"
"Punishment I'd assume, for what Buford DID do," Emily replied, a sharp wit piercing her accent, though certainly not humorous. Phineas couldn't help but to crack a smile.
"Of course it was Buford, eh?" he joked beside himself, looking at the unconscious bully.
"He is a rather odd character, isn't he?" Emily asked, also warming up to the conversation. Phineas laughed a little at the memories shared with Buford on numerous occasions.
"You should try him in thumb wrestling sometime, he's Danville's undefeated champion," he said casually, inching his way over to Isabella's cot. He rested a hand gently on her forehead, placing a few loose strands of hair back into place.
"You really like her, don't you?" Emily asked, taking a seat next to Phineas, who looked up dazedly.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah… we've been dating for three years now, in fact the only reason we know about all of… this," Phineas spread his arm wide all around the room, "Was one of my more… over the top attempts at getting attention from her." Phineas and Emily laughed for a little while.
"And now I'm in here after Ferb," Emily said, her own eyes flitting downward.
"Emily... listen. Ferb by all means did not want to come here if he could avoid it, but… this dimension's Ferb was in great need of his assistance, he didn't want anyone else involved."
"Yet here we are, eh?" Emily replied, "And it certainly appears Ferb's assistance proved successful."
"As far as we know, Ferb could very well be in the same situation, both of them could be." Isabella suddenly stirred in her sleep, and Phineas went back to tending her. Within a few moments she too was awake, and she began to try to have a word with Emily.
"I know… what Phineas says… is true. You have to expect… the unexpected here, everything is reversed and simply unbelievable," she said, reflecting back on her own experiences, "At least you… never had to meet this dimension's Phineas… he was horrible."
"Truly… here," Phineas unfolded the picture D-Ferb had given him on their last trip. Emily shivered, her own eyes fixing on the shimmering mechanical one. All three of them snapped their heads upwards and Phineas tucked the picture away as the distinct clicking of jackboot heels suddenly made their presence known. Three guards appeared at the cell door, eyes fixed in a cold and militaristic stare.
"You two!" the middle man yelled, opening the door. The other two soldiers snapped their rifles upwards, each pointed and both Phineas' and Isabella's heads. "Up, come here." Isabella, with the help of Phineas, rose slowly, and the two walked over as the door snapped shut. The pair exchanged a last forlorn look with Emily before being lead forcefully away by the two guards.
Fireside Girls:
"Get down!" Adyson shouted, diving into another shell crater in the suburbs of Sixth Dimension Danville. The small band of fireside girls quickly followed suit, dodging behind columns of buildings, hitting the deck, or otherwise seeking some shelter from the onslaught. The NA was on its full offensive, artillery, aircraft, machine guns, and blaster fire were all beginning to take their toll, and the girls were surrounded.
"We can't hold them off for much longer chief!" Gretchen shouted from across the street, holding a sniper rifle tight against her body as an artillery shell pounded into the ground in front of her. Adyson grimaced to herself while slamming another clip into her own machine gun, deep inside she knew Gretchen was right.
"Girls! Escape Plan 3.14159!" she shouted, reaching into her side pouch for her smoke grenades. The rest of the gang followed suit and soon the Fireside Girls were sprinting out from the cover of a cloud of molten black smoke. They rendezvoused on the outskirts of town, breathing hard and covered in sulfur fumes.
"There was never anything said about a coup, I thought this place was ruled by machines!" Holly said, trying to knock soot out of her hair.
"Times must have changed, or else we wouldn't exactly have to be in this mess would we?" Adyson snapped back, taking off her shoe and shaking ash out of it. The girls were indeed in a state of confusion; they had teleported into the heart of town and were immediately pounced upon by NA members. They had been fighting for the past hour, and were completely exhausted.
"We need to find a way to locate Isabella and the rest of them, or else we're going to be stuck here forever," Katie suggested, and the rest of the girls lapsed into thoughtful silence, the fading sounds of battle creating an impressive backdrop against the blood red setting sun.
Ferb and D-Ferb:
"You're kidding me…" Ferb said, leaning over a monitor of one of the scientist's computers, his eyes narrowing.
"No sir, I'm not, one hour ago an interdimensional warp was created in the center of Danville, and eight human beings were sent through it, along with three less complex organisms," D-Buford replied, showing Ferb the results of the scanner. Ferb began to think of who it could be, no one else knew of their adventures in the Sixth dimension.
"It could very well be our good friends the Fireside Girls, the troop Isabella leads," he concluded, "Adyson, Ginger, Gretchen, Holly, Milly, Katie, Rachel (the new blond one), and Ellie (the new brunette one)… what could the three smaller organisms be?"
"Anything from a microphage to an elephant, our scanners aren't that accurate, we can only tell if it's human or not," D-Buford replied, "Sorry."
"Well this is simply 'V'underbare," D-Ferb said, hopping down from the second floor though a decent sized hole and landing amongst the two, "Just what we need, another group of innocent lives running around in a civil war."
"At least they came here of their own fruition," Ferb replied, "I can only imagine what they are going through," he continued, laying his head into his hands. D-Ferb looked down at his other dimensional self with pity, before developing an idea.
"Ferb… perhaps you should send them a welcoming party, it'd be a great opportunity to test our new inventions," D-Ferb said, leading Ferb away from the monitor.
"I'm not sure Ferb… I mean… I wasn't okay with the plant to begin with, and the vehicles themselves are unconventional," Ferb replied, looking downwards.
"Yes, but you were the one who designed them after… those vehicles in that video game… what were they?"
"Choppers, from Halo," Ferb replied, flicking the light switch in the larger body of the factory on. With numerous electric clicks, huge ceiling light banged open, shedding light on a line of vehicles that were exact replicas of Choppers.
"We need to retrieve those girls Ferb, and you're the one who designed and knows how to operate these vehicles, I can assign you my best strike team, none of them will get hurt," D-Ferb said, snapping his fingers to summon a squad of elite soldiers. Ferb looked around at his creations, the nodded sternly.
"Haha! Good man Ferb!" D-Ferb said, slapping him on the back with pride and smiling broadly. Ferb responded with a small smirk, putting on a biker's helmet while assigning the team to their vehicles. He revved the motor of the first bike, feeling the power behind the single large front wheel, the roar of the engine clearing his head for a moment. Ferb gave his dimensional twin a thumbs up, snapped open the doors to the garage, and hurtled out into the night with the other riders.
"Alright then men, now is the time," D-Ferb whispered, turning to the workers in the factory, "I didn't want to tell Ferb what I discovered, but now we can do it and liberate them, SOLDIERS!" he shouted, "To the Danville Prison."
The OWCA: (Begins during the Fireside Girls' Fight)
Perry, Pinky, and Kiki circled the battle below cautiously, a cloaking device engaged to try and avoid the aircraft commencing strafing runs.
We need to help them… We need to help them!Kiki was mentally screaming, having to be held back by Pinky to stop her from leaping from the small craft.
Kiki, we can't, it'd compromise our mission, we can attack the NA, but not when the Fireside Girls are around, Perry replied, staring down into the midst of the combat. Suddenly a plume of black smoke erupted around the battle, and Perry chattered vigorously. Now! Go, go, go! He yelled, putting the Platypus Mobile into park and springing himself forward, with Kiki and Pinky hurtling down with him moments later. They landed in the center of the fight, each agent adjusting their own fedoras before leaping full blown into the fray.
Kiki, take care of the snipers in the windows and the roofs, Pinky, you can take the riflemen along the adjacent wall, I'll handle the tanks and artillery!Perry ordered, and the two agents on his left and right nodded curtly before sprinting to their missions.
Pinky somersaulted toward the riflemen, who were stunned to see a Chihuahua in the battle. Within a few moments though, Pinky's small paw nailed the lead guard in the Adam's apple, causing him to collapse gasping for breath. The remaining soldiers then commenced to fire toward the tiny dog, who evaded every blaster shot, leaping and dodging closer, until he hook stepped another guard, tripping him into the rest of the column, giving Pinky the opening to snatch and snap the rifles. He jumped to the end of the column, and snapped the pressure points of every soldier in the street, until the road was full of paralyzed bodies, with Pinky standing in the center panting furiously. With a sharp crack however, a sniper rifle bullet rocketed near Pinky, impacting the ground near his left leg.
The sniper inhaled slowly, reloading his rifle carefully as he exhaled. With most of the ground enemies eliminated, the room was deathly still; only the occasional tank shot filled the silence. A sudden rustling snapped his attention to the doorway behind him, which creaked open slowly. Nothing however, appeared to enter the room, but a constant rustling noise was inching closer, driving the poor solider insane. Wildly he began to fire shots in all directions, until his eyes found the source of the rustling. A slink and sly fox was sneaking its way around the room, and upon being discovered, jumped him. Kiki dodge the bullets with great agility, wending her way around the entire room with immense speed until she jumped-kicked the sniper down, landing lightly on her paws and scurrying off to her next target. One by one she sneaked up on NA snipers, and without noise or struggle eliminated them, clearing the buildings in great succession. With their missions done, the two agents Kiki and Pinky turned their attention to Perry the Platypus.
The whisking sound of the shells sent chills down the monotreme's spine as he lunged forward. The ground all around him was bursting as the tanks locked their fire upon him, becoming clouded in their own gun smoke. Perry was aiming for the tiny opening the driver had, just beneath the gunner's turret on these tanks. A smile curled on his bill as Perry withdrew a weapon Monogram had encouraged him he bring, shurikens. He leaped backwards over an incoming tank shell, twisted in midair, and launched the small star shaped object toward the tank. The engine of the tank roared as it suddenly sped forward, crashing into a building after racing along for a few hundred meters. The other tanks were just as easily dispatched, as soon Pinky and Kiki began to assist.
I got this one!Pinky shouted, ripping open the hatch of a turret before leaping in himself. Perry and Kiki stood by stunned as a mixture of shouting noises and the sound of flesh-on-flesh impacts filled the tank. The turret of the vehicle then rotated slowly, and then began to rapid fire at the other vehicles. One by one the armor around them transformed into a dozen smoking columns. The tank commanded by Pink motored over to the two amazed agents, before Pinky popped out of the top. Are you two coming or not?He shouted. Kiki and Perry exchanged overjoyed smiles before leaping into the tank with Pinky and driving away from the wreckage of Danville.
Phineas and Isabella:
"Stop it! Stop it please!" Isabella screamed, tears pouring down her face as she tried to fight her shackles. The guard standing next to her nodded in agreement, and Phineas' nearly unconscious body was dropped to the floor, his back covered in whip lash marks.
"You… monsters!" he gasped out, crying out in pain as the crack of the whip snapped against him again. Isabella gasped, sobbing deeply as Phineas tried to stand only to be beat down again.
"Tell us what we want to know!" a voice over the loudspeaker rang no emotion present at all but rage. "Are you or are you not the group who fought against our Phineas and Monogram in the Dimensional War?"
"You… will... never break us…" Phineas spat, kneeling now and gasping for breath, the stinging of his skin nearly blinding him.
"Phineas please! Just tell them!" Isabella gasped, pleading with the stubborn boy. He looked upon her with sorrow, but continued to shake his head.
"If the girl will not tell us for his sake, perhaps he will break, shackle him!" two cold iron chains snapped around Phineas' wrists, dragging him against the opposite wall. "Take the girl!" The burly guard unshackled Isabella, and threw her to the center of the room. Phineas looked up, and gasped to himself as he saw the cold torture master raising his arm, the blood stained leather of the whip shining bright as it curled behind him.
"NO!" he shouted as the arm swung downward, stopping mid swing upon hearing Phineas' voice. The guard smiled cynically before turning to see the broken teenager. "Alright… alright fine! We are! Me, Isabella, Ferb, the rest of them, we came to try to get Ferb back, it's all true..." Phineas began to sob, the shackles coming off and allowing him to run over to Isabella. He hugged her tightly and shielded her from the whip, eyes streaming with tears of pain and sorrow.
"Very well, then your punishment shall be as ordered. Take them away, make sure they do not know," the voice said, and two darts were fired from the darkness surrounding the pair, injecting them with tranquilizer. Phineas instantly felt drowsy, as did Isabella.
"I'm so sorry…" Phineas said, holding Isabella close as her eyelids began to droop. She returned the hug with tired arms, pulling him gently to the floor with her, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"Shh… it's…alright," she said before giving into the drowsiness, Phineas not far behind. The Neuer Auftrag soldiers grabbed the two unconscious bodies remorselessly, and began hauling them to the large battleship stationed nearby, preparing to take the prisoners north to the camps with the rest of the political opponents.
The remainder of the gang (Emily, Baljeet, Buford, Irving):
Emily, Baljeet and Irving sat together on the bed, pondering the outcome of Phineas and Isabella's capture. Buford was pounding on the bars of the cage, as he had broken out of the shackles, yelling in fury. The guards posted outside the prison were standing with electric prods ready and full of worried expressions.
"Stand away from the bars," one of them said, almost ready to stab Buford.
"No way man, you're letting' me outta here, you hear?" he shouted, fists pounding the lock of the cage. Emily, Baljeet, and Irving looked up and Buford was sent across the room with a sharp electric crack, landing flat on his back and moaning softly.
"Buford, do calm down, your efforts to escape are unable to do much at this moment," Emily said, kneeling down next to his body and trying to calm him down. He grumbled momentarily, before standing up to pace the room sending glowering stares at the guard posted.
"I can only imagine what are friends are going through, these Neuer Auftrag people are extremely more cruel than the machines," Baljeet said, a worried expression striking his face. Emily passed him a sympathetic glance, herself deeply concerned for her two friends. The two guards in front of the door suddenly clicked their heels, causing the group to look up. Four more guards entered the hallway, saluting the two already posted.
"You are relieved of your post soldiers," came a strong German accent as the salutes ended. The two guards passed suspicious looks with each other upon this.
"That's a negative sir, we have our orders to stay on duty no matter what," the first guard said.
"Hm, well that's a shame," the voice replied. Two of the group of four raised their right arms slowly, and the hole of their sleeves erupted with machine gun fire. The other guards were quickly blown away, and the remaining men turned to face the gang, lowering the hoods of the uniform.
"You!" Baljeet said, standing up cautiously and then saying, "Them…" D-Ferb stood alone in the group of four, surrounded on either side with three of the old machines, their red eyes gleaming in the gloom of the hallway.
"I can explain on the way," D-Ferb said, shooting open the lock of the cage with a pistol, "But we have to move, schnell!"
"Who is he anyway?" Emily asked, running out of the cage with the other three. D-Ferb managed to respond as the gang turned the corner of the hallway.
"I am the Ferb Fletcher of this dimension, Nett sie Kennenzulernen," he said, extending an arm while trying to run at the same time.
"Oh a pleasure to meet you, Emily Kinney, nice to meet you," she responded, shaking his hand politely. A look of pure shock crossed D-Ferb's face, but she didn't pay it any mind.
"They have noticed us sir," one of the machines said (A/N, the voice sounds like Auto from Wall-E), indicating the alarm that was suddenly blaring.
"I know Unit 1, but keep moving we're almost there!" D-Ferb barked.
"How exactly did you know to free us?" Baljeet asked.
"Well, ever since our little dimensional voyage, our scientists designed a device to measure inter-dimensional warps, we knew you guys showed up before any of the Neuer Auftrag did."
"How fascinating," Baljeet responded.
"Shut it nerd, we need to focus on getting out of here!" Buford snapped, aiming a punch at his alley. Baljeet dodged it however, and the gang pressed onward. They rounded one final corner and arrived in a massive garage, filled with machines and NA guards firing across at each other, searchlights casting blinding rays all across the concrete floor.
"We need to get to transports, move! Move! Move!" D-Ferb barked, dodging a spray of machine gun fire from a guard tower. The gang was covered by fire from the army of machines surrounding them, and soon piled into a convoy of halftrack trucks. With a sudden roar of motors, they sped away, the sounds of war fading into the distance.
'What are the machines going re-activated?" Baljeet asked after a short while of traveling in pitch black silence.
"After we were sent into the woods by the coup, the members of the resistance, now called the Alten Verbündeten, discovered the remains of our Phineas' factory, which is now serving as our hideout. Your Ferb was against the idea, but with our forces in such small numbers it was necessary."
"You know where Ferb is?" Emily asked, her heart leaping with joy, "That's the whole reason we came here, oh, I cannot wait to see him."
"Yeah… but he's not in the factory at the moment… we sent him on a mission," D-Ferb said.
"Oh really, what would that be?" she asked, growing more interested in the goings ons of the Civil War erupting around them.
"Well, evidently your dimension's Fireside Girls arrived in this dimension shortly after you, so they are needed to be retrieved, and Ferb was sent to do so," D-Ferb replied, "He should arrive by morning. On that note of missing people, I do hope you all know the whereabouts of Phineas and Isabella." The faces of everyone in the vehicle fell, none of them wanting to say what happened.
"Well, a little before your rescued us," Emily said cautiously, "the two of them were up and taken by two of the NA guards, said they needed interrogating. We are as of yet unsure what happened to them, other than that the information needed was on a… life or death notice."
"Oh God…" D-Ferb said, lowering his head into his hands, "It has to be whether or not all of you are from the first dimension… which if the NA knew could cause the ferocity with which they have been chasing you to increase tenfold. Would Phineas and Isabella be ones to break?"
"With torture, not a chance," Emily responded, then she thought, "But Phineas cares a lot about Isabella, if they were tortured separately they would be fine."
"But if Phineas was shown Isabella being tortured…" Baljeet added.
"Then there's every chance in the world the NA knows by now," Irving added on.
"I'll take in then they do know, which means the NA will be taking them north to the camps," D-Ferb responded, stress now filling his voice, "We need to stop them, it will be impossible to attack them while they are in the camp, not without a massacre occurring."
"Then we will have to attack them by sea en route!" Baljeet concluded.
"What are the odds however the NA would find out about Phineas' feelings?' D-Ferb interjected, trying to find a way to make the current situation untrue.
"They watched us for a long time, there's no way they couldn't know," Emily said, "So I am afraid we must assume the worst." A dread filled silence filled the vehicle as each member contemplated the worst for their taken allies.
"See, this is why I don't have a girlfriend," Buford interjected, aimlessly destroying the mood. The rest of the group shot him an ice cold look, quickly ending his jab at humor.
Fireside Girls:
The squad lay huddled close to each other, trying to evade a bright white searchlight and battalions of searching soldiers. After clearing the city, the soldiers had fanned outward in search of the Fireside Girls, calling on most of the division in the city.
"I'm trying to tap into their radio frequency," Gretchen said, fiddling with a home-brought radio, "But apparently our dimension's technology isn't the same as theirs, I can't seem to get it."
"Well just try to keep it down, we cannot afford to be captured," Adyson responded, making a hushing motion with her hand. Two guards were approaching, grass and twigs snapping beneath their boots. Suddenly the group heard static, and the marching stopped.
"Attention all men, there is a rouge tank on the loose, possibly hijacked, you are to report to base and redeploy in an attempt to stop it, move out!" came a harsh voice from the radio, and soon all the NA soldiers in the area had vanished, leaving the forest deathly still. The girls gave a combined sigh of relief.
"That was a close one…" Milly said, standing up slowly and looking around.
"Yes but without any means of contacting our allies how do we know how to find Phineas and Isabella and the Gang," Ginger asked, leaning up against a tree, "and Baljeet," she added with a pining tone.
"Girls, I don't think we have to worry about it, the opportunity will present itself with time," Adyson said, trying to rally their forces. As if on que, the sound of motors rumbling in the distance appeared, and soon the girls were pinned against trees with bright headlights from several motorbike like vehicles.
"Well hello there lasses," came a British accent, and Ferb Fletcher stepped out silhouetted by the headlights, "Fancy finding you all wandering in the Sixth Dimension."
"We only came in after the group who came in looking for you!" Adyson shouted back.
"Oh, and who would that be?' Ferb asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Phineas, Isabella, and Emily," she replied, taking a step closer. Ferb's hand snapped upwards, halting her.
"Commander Zhao, make sure these young ladies make it back to the factory on time, I need to contact Ferb about something," Ferb replied, "I'm sorry fireside girls for putting you through this, it was not by my decision." With that Ferb hopped up on his vehicle, revved the motor with anger, and sped off toward the factory, eyes narrowed with fury.
Me: *is on the floor panting* Oh… my… God… over 4,000 words… that was something else!
Phineas: yeah, I can't believe you stuck through with it that long.
Me: Sorry for the really lengthy chapter everyone, but I really needed to find decent ways to tie 5 plot lines down to 3 for simplicity issues. Next chapter will hopefully be a little shorter, Phineas and Isabella need rescuing, and after that… well… no more spoilers, I'm in too deep already.
Phineas: So please read and review everyone!
After Chapter Thoughts with Geninkitty: Wow that IS a long chapter! Great job handling all the story plots at once, and you're grammar is getting better; I barely had to make any changes!
Me: Thank you very much, and I added this note to Over Complexity (which if you still haven't read you should) but do you all know that Phineas and Ferb are actually making a made for TV movie where Phineas and Ferb go to an alternate dimension to fight a more evil Doofenshmirtz.
Phineas: Who I should love to mention possesses and army of none other than... machines!
Me: Coincidence, probably.
Phineas: Conspiracy, maybe.
Me: You decide, but I just think the whole thing is dang funny :D (Further information can be found at the P&F Wiki under the context of "Phineas and Ferb: Across the Second Dimension in Fabulous 2D)