Authors Note: Short and a filler but I want to get all my ideas out for this before school starts…in 10 days…WHY?!
So expect an update later today…MWAHAHA!
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from a fight.
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.
He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon!
And he's gotta be larger than life. (Larger than life.)
3 Months.
He had to think of something to get them out of this mess, either that or get them safer than they already were. Rodney couldn't find them, it couldn't happen. If he did then there was no telling what might happen to them. Death was the only certainty. He had to at least get Platyborg to a safe spot or something. (He'd worry about himself later). The cyborg always came first. It was Platyborg/Vanessa and then him. Vanessa was safe at her mother's house so he didn't have to worry about her; at least he hoped she was safe. The power to the building was knocked out when the collapse occurred. If he had electricity or service, the first thing he'd do was call Charlene (something he hated doing, that woman could go die for all he cared) and make sure his daughter was alright. The second thing he'd do would be to somehow get them to take Platyborg, his ex-wife wouldn't be willing to do it but Vanessa actually knew the cyborg and wouldn't hesitate to let him stay with her. He would stay at the building and work up a plan to kick Roddenstein out of power. He'd build more robots and make another army so he could save the Tri State Area from the madman's clutches…and then most likely retake it for his own.
What? He was still evil and the city was his to begin with! He hated being helpless and having to play this game of hide and go seek where the price for losing is your life and not a chocolate bar or whatever the hell children get when they win games. A pat on the back? Whatever, he was way too good for that!
Doofenshmirtz sighed and sat back against the wall he was leaning against on the floor. His office was destroyed along with the rest of the upper half of the building. Only the original part remained standing. He thought back to when he first made the blue prints for the extension. It was only supposed to be one floor added on, one. The Normbots were quick with building but they were absolutely NOT accurate with blueprints. They mistook the original part of the building on the schematic along with the one floor extension for a whole extension in its own. So they did build the extension, but they rebuilt the building with it. The zig-zag was a nice touch though…
He shook himself out of his rambling thoughts and tried to focus on a plan of action. They couldn't just sit here until they were captured and killed. He would make robots but he couldn't do that without causing suspicion or worrying Platyborg and that was the LAST thing he wanted to do. Causing suspicion would cause them to be captured and most likely killed, which was what he was trying to prevent from happening. Platyborg, well…that was another story. He was always so scared and jumpy. Doof couldn't blame him though, they were wanted and constantly in a state of worry. They had a lot of things to worry about. Being captured, gunned down by robots or captured….yeah the main thing they worried about was trying to avoid capture. The slightest thing could carry them straight to their grave. The slightest detectable noise could alert a patrol team of robots. Doofenshmirtz actually took time to study them once, it was crazy to leave Platyborg alone and follow them but he wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about their design and a way to shut them down…so maybe one day they could use it to save their lives if needed.
"They shouldn't be able to find us in here." The man reassured him but the cyborg was obviously still scared, the closet they were hiding in was dimly lit by the light coming from underneath the door. They whispered so as not to be found.
"Doof, I'm scared…"
"I know you are but this closet is undetectable, we're perfectly safe-"
CRASH!
Platyborg jumped and nearly screamed if Alt. Doof didn't instinctively cover his mouth. The whirring got quieter as it disappeared down the hall. Doofenshmirtz got stuck on a single thought and without thinking about what he was doing, he opened the door.
"Where are you going?!"
"Shhh!" The scientist shushed him with a finger to his lips and slipped out the narrow opening.
"Doof!" The cyborg whispered loudly "Dooof!"
The closet closed and Platyborg was alone. He hated it, he hated being alone. He wanted Doof to hide with him and…keep him safe…wait…
Doofenshmirtz followed the robots down the hall at a safe distance away from them. There had to be some way to shut them down…let's see. They have small cylinder shaped heads with no antennae's and no face. No compartments of any kind anywhere, and a slender cylinder shaped body. The arms were skinny and yet again cylinder shaped, like Platyborg's. They were gray but that doesn't really help with shutting them down, but they were really skinny and not bulky at all. In fact, it looked like one blast to the chest would just about-
WHIRRRR-ZAP!
He didn't know what happened until the smoke cleared, and when it did he saw a lot. Platyborg was staring back at him, out of breath and his blaster extended. Smoke came from the end, letting the former dictator know that it had just been fired. The three robots lay in a heap on the ground, broken and charred.
Before Doofenshmirtz could say anything, the cyborg was hugging his legs. He absentmindedly pet the animal's head and he couldn't keep his eyes off the pile in front of him. The robots had spotted him when he wasn't paying attention and was about to shoot him. He was careless and it almost cost him his life.
Platyborg saved it.
