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Okay, so I'm a day late on the deadline. I apologize, guys, I got distracted. ^^;
It feels like I'm always saying sorry to you guys for procrastinating on this. I thought I could do it; I thought I could finish this story before Summer's end. Now...I'm...
Sigh, never-mind with the negatives and let's get to the point of the matter. After rereading my work, I've finally the time, confidence, and inspiration to write the next chapter for this. I may not finish it this Summer, but I WILL finish it somehow! Just like I finished my writing assignment! :D
Hm...I think the only reason why I write things so well and quickly is that there's always a deadline. Just look at "Roses are Red"-I've never written so well in my life! AND I had fun while doing it, despite being in a rush! XD So, perhaps if I make myself a deadline, I'll be able to finish this story...it's a theory, but, it's worth a shot. :)
Anyways, since school is drawing near (WHY DID DAD GIVE ME THAT ASSIGNMENT, WHY?! I've WASTED my summer with that stupid thing... T_T), I've decided to devote all of my weekends (that are free) to writing and completing my stories. Usually, I just browse the internet. But since I've completely realized my passion for writing, I think I should focus more on that then other things. I'll still be free to chat, though. :3
Anyways, I hope you are all pleased with this chapter...for it will blow your mind...or not...I dunno...BUT YOU'LL LIKE IT! XD
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Chapter 18: The Letter
Phineas never knew his father, which was obvious to say. Only vague memories seemed to perpetuate in his subconscious, rather than actual fond ones. The memories couldn't even be considered that, even, seeing as they were blurry images that he could barely indicate. He used to be able to at least tell a few things apart, but that was a year ago. His keen memory had faded at the age of nine, much to his dismay.
His mother and sister never talked about him much. Phineas remembered his mother speak of him in an annoyed tone, usually to his stepfather. Candace, however, seemed to keep nearly everything hidden when it came to her biological father. She only would say how horrible of a man he was, and that Phineas would agree if he met him face-to-face. But, that seemed hard to believe.
In what instance have you been able to look down at a person, whom you've never met, and yet have loved undeniably?
Whatever the case, there were never any leads to who Phineas's father was, nor what he was like. After wondering for so long, Phineas had seemed to give up completely on his searches. After Candace had left, it didn't seem to matter anymore. It...hurt...Phineas found himself wondering if his father had ever loved him, if he was looking for him, or had abandoned his own family.
Weeks after Candace's disappearance, Phineas forced himself to feel nothing. It was easier for him that way, seeing as his mother was treating him like the piece of trash he temporarily thought he was. He went on like that for a while...until...
...He found some bit of hope in a piece of paper.
Now that said piece of paper was missing! Phineas didn't know why it was, but somehow this was all Schnitzel's fault, and once he found her, he was gonna make her wish she bleed to death. Thinking a bit on that, Phineas found himself sounding like...Doofenshmirtz...Phineas shuddered. Then decided to focus all emotion on finding Schnitzel, and finding his father's letter.
He was unaware that the piece of paper was in the possession of Doofenshmirtz, who was the last person he wanted to see looking at it. Not that Doofenshmirtz would have been interested to begin with in such a letter. His work was far more important...For now, seeing as curiosity gets the better of everyone at some point.
Finally, there's Schnitzel, who had a strange feeling that someone was out to kill her, and that she should probably leave the building at some point; preferably as soon as possible. Eventually-in other words, twelve minutes later-after thinking it over, Schnitzel convinced herself that it was nothing but paranoia making her think this way. Ten minutes later, she found herself hiding in the bathroom while Phineas was trying to tear down the door.
Meanwhile, in his office...
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Normally when Doofenshmirtz was in his office, he'd be drawing blueprints. Sometimes they'd have purpose, other times it would simply be because he was bored and nothing more. Whenever he happened to leave his blueprints on his desk, alone and untouched, someone would just happen to walk in and look through them. No one dared tear them up; they didn't know how Doofenshmirtz would react if they did, but they didn't want to find out.
Now, however, was different. Doofenshmirtz had spent most of the day deep in thought, reminiscing about the recent events. He hadn't felt this way before, at least not in a long time. It wasn't really remorse as much as it was confusion...and it was all because of Phineas of all people.
Phineas Flynn, little brother of Candace Flynn, who was leader of the very resistance Doofenshmirtz was trying to destroy. The owner of Perry the Platypus, who Doofenshmirtz hated more than even Candace herself. Phineas had been the cause of several mishaps (usually involving the Norm-Bots, but Peter's sudden fear of Phineas rose questions), had actually attempted escape about three times before giving up, and had even fallen comatose during work hours. Who does that?
Then there was what happened a mere few days ago; in his daughter's room. It wasn't Schnitzel who came to see what was going on, though she obviously cared deeply for his well-being, it was Phineas of all people. It didn't seem to matter if Phineas seemed to hate Doofenshmirtz more than anyone else did, Phineas still listened to his story, unlike other people who jumped to the conclusion that he was a murderer before he actually killed someone. As strange as it seemed, besides Schnitzel, who knew him for years, Phineas actually seemed to treat him like an actual human being, despite the hatred that obviously still lingered.
And, honestly, that was the most bothersome thing.
"Okay," Doofenshmirtz sighed, "It's probably nothing I should be worrying about. It's just some stupid kid looking for his..."
Doofenshmirtz looked to the piece of paper on his desk. After a few hours had passed, Phineas's letter slowly began to intrigue him. For whatever reason was beyond Doofenshmirtz, but, it intrigued him nonetheless. Other than the annoying kid's interesting...personality...as well as the fact that Phineas was a big link to Perry and Candace, Doofenshmirtz knew nearly nothing about Phineas. He had barely gotten any real information from him, except for what mattered in the terms of Perry the Platypus.
Then there was the kid's father...he had only been curious about it for a few minutes before brushing it off, and that was when Schnitzel first told him about Phineas's search for him. Now, he was getting interested to some bit. After a long pause, Doofenshmirtz took the piece of paper and unfolded it.
"What's the worst that could happen if I read this, anyway?" Doofenshmirtz asked nonchalantly.
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Unbeknownst to Doofenshmirtz, at the same time, Phineas had pursued Schnitzel to the bathrooms. He had asked her for the letter, with as much "honey and adoration" as he could possibly give. After Schnitzel refused...that made...Phineas...kind of mad.
Bang, bang, bang
"Schnitzel, get out of there and face me like the man you are!"
"NO! I wanna live!"
A pause.
"And how dare you compare me to men, you stupid kid!"
"A 'stupid kid' who's gonna break your neck if you don't get out of there!"
A squeak of fear, and then silence.
Phineas growled. "Do we have to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" he asked.
There was no answer, much to the red-head's irritation. After a few minutes, Phineas lost his patience, sighed, and walked away from the door. Schitzel sat in a stall, playing with her fingers nervously before Phineas returned about ten minutes later. Outside the bathroom was a boy holding some kind of small canon that glowed as it readied fire.
"Is that a particle beam canon I hear?" Schnitzel asked loudly from the stall, "Doofenshmirtz is gonna kill you if he finds out you're using his weap-AAH!"
The bathroom door was destroyed upon impact of the powerful beam. Phineas tossed the weapon to the ground and entered the bathroom. There was a dark look on his face that would make Tigger eat honey pots just to get rid of the image. "Schnitzel..."
"Gulp..."
Phineas kicked open the stall Schnitzel was in, earning a scream.
"AAAAAAHHHH! DOOFENSHMIRTZ, HEEEELP!"
Phineas aimed his weapon at Schnitzel, who did her best to move out-of-the-way.
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At the sound of the particle beam's impact from his office, Doofenshmirtz's eyes widened. "What the heck was..."
"AAAAAAHHHH! DOOFENSHMIRTZ, HEEEELP!"
Doofenshmirtz blinked. And blink. And blinked... "She'll be fine," he deducted as he began to read the letter...
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Dear Phineas,
With the little time I have left in this house, I write this to you and no one else. I hope you're safe, and that you've reached an age where you can understand
all of this properly. Things in Danville are changing; for better, or for worse, I'm not sure. But just know that I love you, and that no matter what happens you
have to be strong. When things go wrong, they can only go right again. Remember that for me, okay?
And don't worry; we'll all be together again really soon, I know it.
Love, your father
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The letter was written briskly, almost as if the person writing it (Phineas's father, to be blunt) was in a rush. Doofenshmirtz stared at the letter for a moment...
"I..." Doofenshmirtz rubbed his forehead, "...I...wrote...this..."
Wait. What? No, no, no, that wasn't possible! He couldn't have written that letter! As much as he felt that he knew the words so well that he had written them himself, that was nothing but a coincidence.
...Right?
The ground shook, earning another shocked stare from Doofenshmirtz. This time, however, Doofenshmirtz began to lose his patience. Mainly because it was more than just a blast and a shake. It sounded like a floor had torn open. "If it's what I think it is," he sighed, "I'm gonna kill them..."
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Neither Phineas nor Schnitzel knew how it happened, but all Schnitzel could do was thank the heavens for Phineas's terrible aim. And when she said terrible, she meant terrible. She remembered Phineas aiming the weapon at her face, which actually made her life flash before her eyes for a mere few seconds before the weapon slipped and blasted the ground. Somehow, it was enough to tear down the ground beneath Phineas and Schnitzel, and enough to take them with it.
Schnitzel poked her head out of the rubble and coughed. Phineas did the same, shaking off the dust and bits of the flooring he had destroyed as he got out of the pile. He looked up above to see the now destroyed bathroom. "Okay," Phineas said, "Maybe I went a little too far..."
"A LITTLE?" Schnitzel roared, beginning to climb out herself, "YOU TRIED TO KILL ME, YOU CRAZY LITTLE-!"
Schnitzel cut herself off as she saw the young red-head look around the dark room curiously. A look of irritation was on Schnitzel's face, and rightly so. "Huh...where are we?" Phineas asked, "I don't think I've seen this room..."
Schnitzel blinked...or, more-so twitched with sudden fury. "Are you even listening to me?" she asked.
"This isn't like the Chandelier Room, is it?" Phineas asked, looking to Schnitzel as he motioned to the room.
The woman face-palmed, hard enough to leave some redness. "That's what I thought," Schnitzel groaned.
Phineas glared. "Don't ignore me."
"You ignored me first, you little brat," Schnitzel grumbled.
"Do you know how to use a weapon?" Phineas asked, threateningly.
Schnitzel sneered. "Better than you, apparently," she said, "You aimed right at me, and managed to shoot the floor instead!"
Phineas sighed. "Touche," he said, "Now, if you please...?"
Schnitzel looked around the dark room, noting its largeness. She smiled. "Oh, right," Schnitzel said, "Duh! This is Doofenshmirtz's Inventing Room!"
Phineas stared. "His what now?"
Schnitzel slid off the pile and clapped her hands twice. The lights all turned on automatically, revealing several impressively built machinery, whether it be giant lasers, or something along the lines. Phineas's jaw dropped whilst Schnitzel grinned broadly. "This is all of Doofenshmirtz's creations," she stated, "He did all of this...all by himself."
Schnitzel glanced to the boy, who began climbing down the pile with a look of amazement. "What do you think?" she asked.
"This is...I don't know what to..." Phineas stuttered, nearly smiling himself at the amount of technology around him, "There are no words..."
Schnitzel let out a happy sigh of relief. "It's almost comforting," she said, "A lot has changed over the course of the years, but he still loves building."
"He does," Phineas said looking at the machines with gleeful awe, "He really does..."
Schnitzel smirk. Phineas's act of giddiness came to a stop as he heard snickering from the woman behind him. Apparently, Phineas had forgotten that someone else was there during his amazement of it all. Phineas blushed, earning more of a mocking laugh from Schnitzel.
"I never realized how adorable you are until now," Schnitzel said.
Phineas flushed and growled. "I am NOT cute!" he yelled.
"Yes you are," Schnitzel said while adding a "when you're not pissed off, of course" under her breath, "First, you show sympathy and worry for the person you hate the most-"
"I was not sympathetic, nor was I worried about Doofenshmirtz," Phineas stated, "I was merely curious about what was going on with him and his...child..."
Schnitzel rolled her eyes. "Sure," she said sarcastically, "That statement is just as true as you NOT jumping around his inventions with joy."
"Well, I like machinery," Phineas argued, "It's been a while since I saw mechanical objects that weren't Norm-Bots or Cyborgs."
Phineas shuddered, eliciting a groan from Schnitzel. "For the last time, he isn't gonna turn you into a Cyborg," she said, "We were just doing that to mess with you."
"Yeah, says you," Phineas said, "I dunno if I can trust you after you took my letter."
"Well, you know what I think," Schnitzel said with a smirk, "You acting all nice and concerned for Doofenshmirtz, as well as admiring his work, means you might have a good case of Stockholm syndrome."
Phineas stared at Schnitzel as if she were crazy. "You're kidding, right?" he asked.
Schnitzel shook her head. "No, I'm not," she said, "You care about Doofenshmirtz, and you know it."
"I do not," Phineas said, "If anything, I feel bad for his kid, not Doofenshmirtz."
Schnitzel crossed her arms. "Well, then," she said, "Tell me exactly what he told you in that room, right here, right now."
Phineas opened his mouth to say something, but then shut his mouth. He did this a few more times before sighing in defeat. "I can't," Phineas said.
"That's because you know how he feels," Schnitzel said haughtily, "You've lost a lot of your family too; both of your dads, your mom, your sister, your brother, even your platypus! And that is exactly why you care about Doofenshmirtz, because seeing him suffer in the same way reminds you of your struggles."
Phineas just stared at the smirking woman. "What?" Schnitzel asked, "Cat got your tongue?"
Phineas gave an irritated chuckle. "Well, I may not be a good shoot," he said, "But I can still break your neck."
Schnitzel rolled her eyes. "Not before I do it to you first, stupid kid," she said.
"Fine then," Phineas said with a smirk, "Bring it, spinster."
"Okay, that's it, c'mere you!" Schnitzel said charging at Phineas.
A/N:
And we end there. :)
I hope you guys liked it. This was supposed to be longer, but I procrastinated enough. I hate this timer on my computer. T_T
Ah, well. Please read and review! Constructive criticism is advised.
-GTS signing off