Okay...so...this took me, like, FOREVER to make...like it always does. -_-

You know what? I don't even care. It's fun for me to write this; I'm not gonna make a lack of reviews or something or other to ruin that for me. This is a story that has given me something that nothing else I've written has given me. Its something that I absolutely try my best at; is it perfect? No. It has many obvious mistakes and errors, and its practically a ship-wreck. But its not the worst thing I've written; its probably the best I've ever written in my opinion. And I love all the things I have planned for it. So I don't care if this has been up for about three friggin years! Its gonna get a rewrite after its sequels, which yes, I have plans for those. I'm gonna stinking push through this, even if the chapter titles are terrible! XD

...Now, after my awful little rant about this, let's continue, shall we?

If you're still reading this, I, once again, apologize for not posting anything in a while. I've been taking a break from my other stories; in fact, I'm honestly thinking about putting some of them on hiatus. And no, no form of begging or asking will get me to continue any of my stories. That's not how life works.

Also, before I forget: please, check out Marissa Flynn's "Dolls and Memories", which is a wonderfully dark tale! Along with that, go check out her other stories as well, while you're at it! Please! They're friggin' awesome!

Anyways, without further ado, I present the next long-awaited chapter. :3

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Enjoy!

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Monogram walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him, leaving Carl to his thoughts. The nerdy looking assistant stared down at the all too familiar blueprint. One of the many that Monogram had the agents steal to slow Doofenshmirtz down. It was probably one of Doofenshmirtz's more complicated devices. Much like his screens that controlled the sanity of others, this device altered the mind, but in a completely different way.

Entitled on the top of the blueprints was "The Amnesia-inator".

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The Obvious Truth (Part 5)

"Hey...Hey...HEY!"

"uGH! WHaT Do you WaNT, PaNDaBoRG?!"

"MaSTeR and DR. SCHNiTZeL HaVe BeeN GoNe FoR a WHiLe, DoN'TCHa THiNK?"

The small, canine cyborg turned to the subordinate, a little shocked. "...YeS," he said, looking to his wrist, which transformed into a watch-like mechanism, "...THey HaVe BeeN GoNe FoR HouRS..."

This wouldn't have been such a shock at all, really, had Doofenshmirtz contacted them by now anyway. Doofenshmirtz often would go out of his way to check how his regime had been progressing himself, once in a while. Schnitzel would almost always come along, for reasons that they could cover more ground. Pinky had a distinct feeling that Doofenshmirtz only seemed to trust Schnitzel, in spite her...oddities.

When either of them were gone for too long, they'd find ways to contact back home to let the Cyborgs know when they should take full command of the operations at home. This would usually be the time to do that, but nightfall was coming. What was taking them so long?

"Do you THiNK THaT SoMeTHiNG iS WRoNG?" Peter wondered.

"PeRHaPS," Pinky said, "oR MayBe THeiR LiNeS oF CoMMuNiCaTioN aRe DoWN. eiTHeR Way, ouR oRDeRS aRe To ReMaiN HeRe, aND SuPeRViSe DEI. We aRe NoT to LeaVe, uNDeR aNy CiRCuMSTaNCeS. iT iS MaSTeR'S WiSHeS."

Soon after, an alarm broke out. The two Cyborgs looked up the ceiling, in surprise. Pinky snarled in anger at the sound, as it upset his ears; but more importantly, he had to deal with yet ANOTHER annoyance as well. Peter whimpered as he plugged his ears. "WHaT'S THaT MeaN aGaiN?" Peter cringed, "I-I THiNK..."

"iNTRuDeR..." Pinky growled, "RaLLy THe TRooPS! LeT uS FiND THeM iMMeDiaTeLy!"

The two Cyborgs fled the room. Unbeknownst to them, a shaft that they stood by rattled. Pushing against the grate, allowing access, was none other than a platypus, followed by a Pygmy Goat. Applejack whimpered. "Tch! That sound," he hissed, "I can't take it! Augh..."

"Just ignore it for now," Perry said, "You heard them; Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel are nowhere to be found. We can find Phineas and get him out of here!"

Applejack scratched at his robotic ear as he followed Perry, wincing with every step as the alarm continued. "Yeah, perfect timing," he grumbled, "If only we were able to disable that STUPID security system...at least we managed to dig out from underground without causing much disturbance...which leads me to wonder, how the hell that didn't cause the alarm to go off, but scouring through the vents did?

"Something must have happened recently that would have charged that," Perry shrugged, "But, I'll give this one thing; this flaw proves to me that Doofenshmirtz is still a big Doofus. That, or he got cocky, or didn't think about us using a drill. Whatever the case, we may not have enough time. We gotta find my owner, NOW."

"Why so afraid all of a sudden?" Applejack asked, "You said it yourself, Doofenshmirtz isn't here. All we have to worry about is Pinky and the other Cyborgs."

Perry glared forward, staring into the halls solemnly. "...That's what I'm afraid of."

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"Hihihihihi!"

The Platypup looked up from his bed, which was roughly the size of a small dog's bed. Speaking of which, a jittering looking one was happily wagging his tail at the teal creature, who tilted his head in wonder. "...Hi..." he responded quietly.

"I'm Pinky! You have ball! Toss ball, now, please, now!"

Perry looked over to the side to see a red ball with white stars on it. He shrugged, picked it up, and threw it. The dog gave chase, and seemingly left him be. Perry let out a calm sigh, and attempted to go back to sleep. About five minutes later, the ball came bouncing back, onto Perry's head. The platypus managed to catch it before Pinky came running in, knocking him off the bed with an "oomph!"

Pinky wagged his tail excitedly, now holding the ball in his mouth. Perry simply stared up, shocked. "Hyour tho fuhm!" Pinky spit the ball out, "You're so fun! I like you! You're my new friendly friend!"

Perry struggled but couldn't stop laughing as Pinky began to lick him on the face. "Cut it out!" the platypus said, "Stop it! No, seriously," he pushed Pinky off, looking a little annoyed, "Knock it off!"

Pinky simply laughed. "You're so funny! Very funny! What's your name anyway, huh-huh-huh? I've never ever ever seen you around here before? You new? Or something? Or new AND something?"

Perry simply smirked a little. "...Yeah," he said, "I...just came into OWCA...actually they...just placed me here to...rest."

"You talk funny!"

"I'm...not used...to talking more...than I have...to."

"You should always talk! It's fun! Really fun! I do it ALL the time!"

Perry stared as the pinky dog bounced up and down, jittering as he did. "...I can...see that..."

Pinky knocked Perry over once again. "'Nough chat, let's play! Let's play! Let's play!"

Perry sighed, knowing that the dog probably wouldn't leave him alone after this. On the bright side, at least he kinda liked this guy. He seemed nice. Perry smiled. "...Sure. Let's."

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The grin on the dictator's face after explaining his plan was probably the most annoying look Phineas had ever seen. Probably because the plan involved Phineas having to crawl through the bars in order to grab the keys hanging across the corridor, which had monstrous animals lurking in every part of the floor. Hypothetically, Phineas would be small enough to at least squeeze through the crowd without being noticed, but that wasn't likely since they seemed to crave for the smallest meal before the largest. Probably to show that, in spite having to fall under the rulings of their former friend, they still had some kind of power left. After all the chaos, all the torture, and all the unnecessary pain Phineas went through, you'd expect him to (in the most polite way possible) tell Doofenshmirtz to screw himself, and tell him he wanted nothing of the sort, not to mention that he thought that he was off the hook considering that Doofenshmirtz had already laid that out as a failed option.

...And you'd be right, only he was far from polite. In fact, Doofenshmirtz was almost surprised at Phineas's vast knowledge of vocabulary, given that the kid never went to school before due to the banning of said faculty. He wasn't too surprised, since Phineas was intelligent for a kid his age, let alone someone who was never really given the education to create such mechanics in the first place. But that wasn't really something worth thinking over. After Phineas's rather vulgar ramble about how Doofenshmirtz's plan was complete bull-****, Doofenshmirtz went onto explaining his methods even further.

"Okay," Doofenshmirtz sighed, "A. You are the only one who can fit through the bars. B. You need me to survive this hazard of a base, and you know it. And C. You can't pass B. unless you do choice A. first."

Phineas opened his mouth for another vulgar comeback only to sigh in defeat, knowing that Doofenshmirtz was right. He couldn't survive without Doofenshmirtz, and he can't free Doofenshmirtz without the key. Phineas looked up at Doofenshmirtz, pleadingly. "Can't we try to think of something that doesn't involve risking my life for once?"

Doofenshmirtz smirked. "Sorry, kid...well, actually, I'm not, but even if I was, that won't make shrink any time soon. So, yeah, get to it."

Phineas looked up at Doofenshmirtz glaring. "Fine," he said, "Fine! And how do you propose I even get passed them without being torn to shreds, hm?"

"Simple," Doofenshmirtz said, "Pay attention for a moment to how they react to the two of us."

Phineas nodded. He looked at the creatures, noticing one of the mutants. It looked...ridiculous. Unlike the others that were terrifying,

"From what I can gather, these things don't exactly feel emotion; they attack it. They see it as a threat, I suppose. So, if you manage to pull off a straight face, then in theory you should be able to get passed them without harming yourself."

"What if it doesn't work?" Phineas asked, "What if they attack me anyway?"

"Then I have a back-up plan."

"...That would be?"

"I didn't say it was for you. You'll probably be dead if this fails."

Phineas practically face palmed. "If I have to spend one more minute with this guy," he muttered to himself, "I can't be held responsible for what I'd do..."

"Good luck," Doofenshmirtz said rather smugly, "You'll need it..."

Phineas began to think for a moment of how he was going to be doing this. It was lucky that he had a brother like Ferb, who always seemed void of emotion. It was surprisingly easy to imitate; he remembered how that got on his nerves all the time whenever...

Phineas shook his head, swallowing a big lump in his throat. If he started down memory lane, he probably wouldn't be able to pull this off. Phineas took a deep breath, and then simply began to stare forward. He went to work, crawling straight through the bars. Doofenshmirtz watched, curious as to see how far the kid would go before being eaten or something.

The creatures growled hungrily, which made it more difficult to keep up the façade. He took a deep, calming breath. Don't panic, Phineas, just thing of happy thoughts...think of happy thoughts...like...my father. My real father, I mean. Perry. My brother. My sisters...my sisters? I only have one. Why did I think-?

Wait...wasn't there-didn't dad have a-?

One of the monsters suddenly leapt onto Phineas, growling. It roared in his face. Doofenshmirtz snickered a bit. "Oooooh," he said hiding a sadistic smile, "That's not good..."

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Applejack peered through the door, looking left and right. He motioned forward. "Cost is clear," he said, "Then again, its too dark to tell..."

The lights in the room suddenly turned on, revealing several screens. They had entered the security room. Perry looked at Applejack unamused. "Light switches," he said, referring to the one he had found, "Use them."

Applejack sighed and walked towards the desk of screens and keyboards. He jumped onto a computer chair, and looked at one screen in particular. "It doesn't appear that the Cyborgs are anywhere close to us," he stated, "I think its safe to check for these recordings...now...how does this thing work?"

The cybernetic pygmy goat pressed a random button; or rather several. Nothing seemed to happen because of that. Applejack tried again, only to be pushed away by Perry. "I'm the one with fingers, you idiot," he said with an eye-roll, "It's probably this button."

Perry pressed said button, and the footage reversed slowly. He pressed it a few more times to speed up the process, looking carefully. "C'mon, Phin," he said more to himself, "Where are you...huh?"

He paused at one moment with Doofenshmirtz in his office, looking at a small tv. Phineas was standing beside him. But that wasn't the weird part. The weird part was that they were laughing at something. Not at each other; at...something else.

Perry blinked as he overheard what was being said.

"Why is it that torturing Schnitzel like this so entertaining?"

"I think she's like a punching bag..."

"...Half of the things she's saying don't make a whole lot of sense."

"If I told you, you'd be too scarred to do anything"

"Is...is she okay?"

"I think so..."

This went on for about a while, until Doofenshmirtz got the phone-call, and slowly went from humored to borderline horrified. Doofenshmirtz left, telling Phineas to scram. But that didn't stop Phineas. Perry saw Phineas leave the room with that look. It was a look that he had when he was bent on seeking out for his father.

Perry looked to Applejack. "He's with Doofenshmirtz," he said.

"Looks like it," Applejack said with a nod.

"I can't believe this..."

"The fact that he followed Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel to who-knows-where, or the fact that those two were acting all buddy-buddy?"

"You DO realize that this might mean that...that he already knows, right?"

Applejack shook his head. "Doubt it," he said, "I dunno about you, but I wouldn't tell my kid to scram the way Doofus did. Something tells me that they might have some things in common."

"What do you mean by that?" Perry raised an invisible eyebrow.

"If what Candace said is true, and believe me it is," Applejack said, "Then they're practically each other's reflection. Whether you like it or not, Phineas is probably just like Doofenshmirtz in one way or another. They're the same, yet completely different."

Perry looked to the floor, mortified. Applejack walked over, eyeing him. "What's the big deal?" he asked, "It's not like Phineas is gonna end up just like-"

"DON'T EVEN FINISH THAT!" Perry glared, "I KNOW HE WOULD NEVER DO THOSE THINGS! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT FOR EVEN A SINGLE MOMENT, APPLEJACK!"

Applejack took a few steps back as Perry began to pant heavily. The pygmy goat stared. "...Jeez," he said, "It's not the end of the world."

"Elaborate, goat-breath."

"Well, for one thing, he-"

"You!"

The two agents turned to see a Dogborg; Perry took a quick moment to thank God for it not being Pinky, but instead Doug, a brown mutt. Applejack began to laugh. "Ah, Doug!" he said, "Good to see you again! How's your chewing habit, hm?"

"APPLeJaCK?!" Doug glowered, "WHaT aRe You-?!"

"-You two know each other, I presume?" Perry asked.

"It's a long story," Applejack shrugged, "I'll tell you later. For noooow-" the goat grabbed the chair Perry was on; the platypus jumped off right before the goat proceeded to throw the chair straight at Doug, "FETCH!"

Doug dodged the attack, but didn't dodge Perry, who attacked as soon as Doug returned to view. Perry ran, with Applejack following by running over Doug. The Cyborg growled. "GeT BaCK HeRe!"

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"...Well at least you managed to survive with minor injuries," Doofenshmirtz nodded, "Yes. I think that went well."

Phineas, covered in bruises, cuts, and teeth-marks, turned over to glare at Doofenshmirtz. He immediately began hitting the evil dictator, who remained unaffected, and simply let it be. "You know," Doofenshmirtz said, "The mutants are probably attracted to your rage, right now."

"I! DON'T! FRIGGIN! CARE!" Phineas said with every punch that remained ineffective.

Doofenshmirtz rolled his eyes; the only thing that the "attack" seemed to do was annoy him. "Be grateful that you're even alive," he said, "I've surprised that you only managed to gain these injuries, along with a minor sprain. These things seem to have plenty of self-control when it comes to keeping an eye on prisoners that they find delectable."

Eventually, Phineas stopped punching, having lost most of his energy from trying to escape the wrath of the mutants' power. "Well," he said, panting a little, "What do you suppose we do now?"

"To be honest," Doofenshmirtz said, "I was sort of hoping that you'd die at this point; I don't usually do this, and I'm not in the mood of you freaking out, as hilarious as that would be."

"What are you-?" Phineas stared as Doofenshmirtz began literally unscrewing his left arm from his elbow and down.

Pop!

Doofenshmirtz didn't seem to react that he had just taken off half of his arm as if he were made of Legos. Phineas looked like he wanted to scream, but couldn't do to the dryness of his mouth. But it didn't stop there; no, it got weirder. Doofenshmirtz placed down the arm, and it suddenly came to life, the hand moving like a spider. Phineas was completely speechless.

"You," Doofenshmirtz said as if talking to a dog, "Get the key, get it!"

The arm left through the bars with ease, not even being noticed by the mutants, who were probably too distracted by Phineas's look of shock to even care. Speaking of Phineas... "...WHAT THE HELL?!" Phineas shrieked in terror, "DID YOU JUST-HOW DID YOU-I DON'T EVEN-!"

"Prosthetic limbs are boring, let me tell you," Doofenshmirtz simply shrugged, "You'd think that they'd find a way to make those work better than organic ones, but, they don't. They really don't."

"HOW?!" Phineas asked.

"Oh, well, they're pretty much just pla-"

"NO! HOW THE HELL DID YOU JUST-?!"

"Oh, that," Doofenshmirtz simply waved at Phineas dismissively, "Don't worry about it. That's a story to tell at another time."

"BUT-!"

"A story to tell at another time."

"YOU JUST-!"

"Another. Time."

"...Are you a robot?"

"No. That's not even remotely close. And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not a Cyborg either...you know, technically."

Phineas stared at Doofenshmirtz the rest of the time until the prosthetic arm returned with the keys. Doofenshmirtz took them with a grin. "Thank you," he handed the keys to Phineas, and went back to screwing the arm back on, "That'll be all."

Click!

Phineas flinched as Doofenshmirtz screwed his arm back into place. Doofenshmirtz returned his attention to Phineas, who was still in shock. "Now, Phineas if you would?" the dictator motioned.

Phineas handed the keys back to Doofenshmirtz. He began to unlock the bar-doors, and nearly opened the door before Phineas stopped him by grabbing him by the arm.

"I believe you forgot one little detail, Doofenshmirtz."

"Hm?"

"HOW DO WE GET PASSED THESE THINGS?!"

"Oh yeah," Doofenshmirtz rubbed his hairy chin, "I almost forgot about them."

"HOW DO YOU EVEN-?!"

"But, I have an idea for them as well," Doofenshmirtz stated, "You see, we're not gonna be escaping yet."

"...Huh?"

"You'll see. You'll see."

The two sat in silence for a moment. Then, Phineas seemed to realize something. "Wait," Phineas glared, "Could you have just used that arm from the beginning to get those keys to begin with?"

"I suppose," Doofenshmirtz said.

"Then I went out there for nothing?"

"Yep. Pretty much...please stop hitting me. You're only embarrassing yourself."

Just then, Carl entered into the prison cell, looking rather pissed off at Doofenshmirtz and Phineas, tazer in hand. "Well," Carl walked over to them, passed the mutants as he did before, "Monogram is prepared to speak with you."

"Ah, yes," Doofenshmirtz grinned, "Is he now? Well, that's nice...we've been waiting here for approximately two hours for him to 'get ready'. What is he, a teenaged girl waiting for her date?"

"You're really asking for it, you know that?" Carl growled, readying his tazer.

"You never seem to learn from your mistakes, Dr. Coconut," Doofenshmirtz smirked, "No, you really-okay, seriously, Phineas, knock it off."

Doofenshmirtz pushed Phineas off, though the child still seemed peeping mad to the point of a longing to strangle his enemy. Doofenshmirtz simply ignored him. "In any case," Doofenshmirtz went on, "May you be oh-so kind as to explain to us what Monogram would like to chat about? He's usually much more aggressive than that, considering these...I don't even know," he looked at the mutants, "To think he was against animal abuse at one point. Yeesh. This is pretty hypocritical of him."

"Oh my word," Carl face-palmed, "You're insufferable!"

"That depends on the eyes-or in my case, eye-of the beholder," Doofenshmirtz said.

Phineas blinked. "Actually, yeah," he nodded in agreement, "The nerd's right; you're kinda insufferable."

"Now, who asked you? No one. So shut up."

Phineas rolled his eyes in irritation as he crossed his arms once more. Carl rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said, "Just come with me, and we can-"

Doofenshmirtz pushed the door open, knocking Carl over, his tazer flying midair only for a few seconds before Doofenshmirtz caught it. He proceeded to use it on Carl, who began to spazz out as Doofenshmirtz and Phineas had when they were effected by it. Carl blacked out, and Doofenshmirtz proceeded to reach over to Carl, grabbing something from his belt. "Grappling hook," he said, "Of course he'd have a grappling hook..."

"I'll take that, if you will," Phineas grinned, "That may come in handy later."

Doofenshmirtz gave Phineas the grappling hook, rolling his remaining eye. Honestly, when would they even need this, anyway? "Uh...Doofenshmirtz?"

The mutants began moving forward, ignoring Carl completely for a moment as they had their eyes set for Doofenshmirtz and Phineas. Phineas looked to Doofenshmirtz exasperatedly. "Can we run now? Please?"

"It would be a waste of time to fight all of these things at once, so-" Doofenshmirtz fled, grabbing Phineas by the arm as he ran, the mutants chasing after them. Phineas paled.

"Please tell me that only one of your arms are...prosthetic..."

"I'll never tell."

"Ugh..."

The two began to run down the corridors, looking for an escape route. Suddenly, Phineas began to have a a sense of Deja vu, but ignored the feeling for now. "So, what now?" Phineas looked to Doofenshmirtz, "I don't suppose we can get away from them without casualty."

Doofenshmirtz looked throughout, and eventually caught sight of a door. He grabbed Phineas, and pulled him into the room. Just then, the mutants came around the corner, and ran passed the room, completely missing them. Doofenshmirtz peered through. "Wow," he laughed, "And I thought these things held at least a bit of intelligence. At least Dennis waited to sniff around the place."

"They'll probably be back," Phineas said, "Anyways, what is this place?"

Doofenshmirtz looked around. "Looks like Monogram's office," he said, "Very convenient! I'd like to figure out what this is all about, and what he's planning. Knowing Monogram," he went over by Monogram's desk, and began looking through papers piled up in an unorganized fashion, "He's probably oafish enough to leave something important."

Phineas shrugged. "Can't argue with-" he looked to a corner, "-Ah, sweet, he has a bunch of mechanical parts! I can use that!"

Phineas took out a screwdriver. Doofenshmirtz stared. "...You had a screwdriver with you this whole time?"

"Uh, yeah?" Phineas blinked, "I always bring a screwdriver with me."

"You do realize that we could have used that to escape instead of wasting our time with the keys, right?"

"...Oh."

Doofenshmirtz rolled his eyes as he looked back to the papers and blueprints. "And you started trying to beat me up for wasting YOUR time. Had you brought up the tool to begin with, you wouldn't have had to...to..."

Phineas looked up, have already gotten to work with one of the devices. "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing," Doofenshmirtz said, "Just...do whatever it is you were doing...you know, if it helps us. Otherwise, keep an eye out for those mutants, just in case they DO come back."

Phineas shrugged, and went back to work. Doofenshmirtz continued to stare at the particular blueprint in his hand. This one was clearly HIS design; it was in his handwriting, after all. But...had he ever...

"...Amnesia-inator..." Doofenshmirtz murmured to himself, "...Where have...I..."

You don't remember, do you? After all this time; after all the hints, you still don't get it.

Doofenshmirtz flinched. "Ugh, not this again...curse you Meddleshmirtz, or voice in my head, or whatever you are..."

You claim to be smart, yet you dance around the obvious constantly. Allow me to riddle you, Heinrich.

Doofenshmirtz remained silent as the voice went on in his head.

The last time we met, you were trying to murder Phineas for being in your precious child's room. In there, you started seeing something. Think really hard about what that was, and what it meant; I'll give you a clue.

"Daddy the machines, what are you..."

"I'm FIXING them!"

Doofenshmirtz grabbed his head, his brain spinning. Phineas looked back again, starting to grow a little concerned. Like he did in the Chandelier Room. Like he did when he entered his father's workshop. Just as Doofenshmirtz recalled...just...as...

"Daddy?"

"HUH?!"

"Doofenshmirtz," Phineas asked, "Seriously, you're acting weird. Are you alright?"

Doofenshmirtz stared at Phineas for a long time. Phineas kept trying to get his attention to see if he was alright. Phineas fearfully gasped as his father raised up his wrench, ready to smack him. Doofenshmirtz shook his head. "I-I," he shook his head, "It's...nothing," he looked away, "Nothing at all..."

"Doofenshmirtz, I don't think you're-"

"Dad, I don't know if that's-"

Doofenshmirtz felt himself hyperventilating when he really wasn't. He wasn't actually showing any real emotion; not like what he was currently feeling inside. That is, until Phineas kept prodding on and on, filled with concern for the one he hated a few minutes ago. Why did that stupid kid seem to care about every little thing? Doofenshmirtz couldn't have given him that, could-wait. Given? You mean as in genetically?

Was it genetically?

"Doofenshmirtz-?"

"I SAID I'M FINE!" "-YOU STUPID LITTLE BRAT! DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO YOUR ELDERS!"

Phineas looked taken aback. So did Doofenshmirtz. "...Okay," Phineas said defensively, "If you're alright, then, I'll back off. Sorry."

Phineas went back to work. Doofenshmirtz stared. He folded the blueprints for the Amnesia-inator, and put them in his pocket. He felt something in there. "Oh yeah," Doofenshmirtz thought, "I almost forgot about that...let...ter..."

Now are you willing to face reality? Or are you going to constantly be bellyaching about the whole ordeal? Pretending that it doesn't matter? That you don't care?

Are you ready? Then say it.

"...I'm Phineas's father."

"Got it!" Phineas lifted up the weapon; the grappling hook was now doubling as a laser-canon, "Laser to the max!"

The weapon discharged, creating a hole in the wall. Phineas stared. "...AWESOME!" he cheered, "This is better than I imagined it! And it still works as a grappling hook; two for the price of one!"

Phineas looked out the door. "Hm...but it doesn't look like they're coming back," he looked to Doofenshmirtz, "Maybe they really are stupid, like you said."

"...Yeah," Doofenshmirtz said, looking out the door as well, "Stupid..."

"Did you find anything useful?"

"...Not really," Doofenshmirtz said, "Just some useless blueprints and files. Nothing of any remote of interest. We should probably move on then, huh?"

Phineas nodded. "Let's get going," he said, going ahead of Doofenshmirtz, who followed soon after, shaking off whatever thoughts he had before, except one.

"I'm Phineas's father."

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"Let. Me. GO!" Schnitzel struggled in Monogram's grip, "I don't care WHO you think you are, this is NO WAY to treat-!"

"-Don't be so clichéd, Alice," Monogram said intimidatingly, "I'd keep that mouth shut tight until I'm done."

Schnitzel shrunk back, whimpering in terror. Doofenshmirtz, with his wrists bound, glared knives at his long-time rival. "Leave her out of this!" he yelled, "This is between you and me, Francis! She didn't do anything!"

"Ah, but that's the thing," he said, "She's a witness; which means I'm going to have to deal with her as much as deal with you."

"Heinz," Schnitzel looked confused, "What's he talking about?"

Monogram began to smile sadistically. "Allow me to show you both," he motioned to Carl, who stood on a platform by a giant, tarp-covered machine. Carl pressed a button on a panel, and a giant metal claw went and tore the cover away, revealing a large laser.

Doofenshmirtz looked terrified. The most he had ever been. And just looking at her friend that way, made Schnitzel even more scared. "What is that?!" she asked, "What's going on?! What are you-?!"

"Behold! The Amnesia-inator!" Monogram looked to Doofenshmirtz haughtily, "One that you designed, Heinz. Of course, I did the work. You should be thanking me..."

"You stole my blueprints," Doofenshmirtz spat, "I don't have ANYTHING to be saying to you!"

"Ah, that hurts," Monogram smirked, "But it really doesn't matter, does it? You'll be helping me, either way."

"What do you mean?" Schnitzel glared, "You tried getting him to help you once, and he flat-out pummeled you. What makes you think a couple of ropes are gonna keep him from murdering you, now?"

"You have too much faith in him, Alice," Monogram smirked, "In any case, I need some help with testing out the machine. Nothing too drastic."

"Don't even think about-!"

"Oh, who said anything about Heinz going first?" Monogram grinned, "After all, the term is, 'ladies first' am I right?"

"Don't you dare hurt her!" Doofenshmirtz yelled, "Let her go!"

"What's the matter, Heinz? Can't stand anyone else harming your precious little punching bag? Or should I call her a concubine, yes?"

"Ex-CUSE me?! CONCUBINE?! Why you-!" Schnitzel rose up her foot, and slammed it down on Monogram's, who yelped in pain, and released Schnitzel in the process. Schnitzel ran straight to Doofenshmirtz, trying to unbound him from his ropes.

"C'mon, c'mon..."

"Hurry, Alice!"

"I'm trying! These knots-!"

"CARL!"

The intern went ahead and started up the machine upon request. He looked a little nervous, however, as his aim wasn't exactly the best at times. "DO IT NOW!"

"ALICE!"

"I got it!"

Schnitzel untied Doofenshmirtz.

Carl fired the machine.

Monogram ducked for cover.

Doofenshmirtz pushed Schnitzel out of the way.

Schnitzel hit her head on something metal.

And the next thing either of them knew was that they woke up, back in the medical bay, wondering if what had happened was a dream or not. They never discussed it to each other. Ever. What was there to discuss? It wasn't real, anyway.

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"SCHNITZEL!"

Doofenshmirtz suddenly stopped in his tracks. "What?"

"Look!" Phineas pointed to a glass wall, "It's Schnitzel!"

The next thing Phineas knew was that Doofenshmirtz practically shoved him out of the way, planting his face onto the glass. Within the room on the other side was nothing but water, as if the corridor was an aquarium. Within the tank-like room was also a moss-colored serpent with large fins, and a familiar looking woman, swimming for dear life. Phineas peered through the window.

"SCHNITZEL!?" Doofenshmirtz and Phineas yelled in shock.

Schnitzel, in spite all the water in her ears, heard them clearly (or managed to see them as she swam passed) and opened her mouth as if to greet them...which was a bad idea, as her lungs immediately filled with water, and she quickly blacked out. The serpent soon after launched itself, chomping down on Schnitzel full. Phineas let out a bit of a shriek, while Doofenshmirtz stared, his jaw dropping at the scene. Suddenly, little bumps began to appear on the serpent's mouth, which soon after was pride open by the ever frantic Schnitzel.

Phineas and Doofenshmirtz sighed in relief. The younger one stared at the older one in shock, before slowly smirking. The older one took notice immediately. "...What?"

As Schnitzel continued to flee for her life, the sea serpent continued its chase. Bubbles left Schnitzel's mouth as she screamed underwater, mouthing the words, "GET ME OUTTA HERE!"

"She needs help!" Phineas said.

Doofenshmirtz glared. "Oh, no, duh!" he rolled his eye, "And you mock me for stating the obvious."

Phineas glared back. "Well, if you're gonna be so high and mighty now," he retorted, "What are we gonna do?!"

The sound of muted stampeding was heard from the halls behind Phineas and Doofenshmirtz. The two slowly turned, and saw the eyes of Dennis the Rabbit, as well as several other beasts, running straight for them. The dictator and the child hugged each other and shrieked. "WILL THEY EVER GIVE UP?!" Doofenshmirtz yelled in frustration.

"Great! Now we have three problems! As if escaping wasn't enough!" Phineas yelled, "At this rate we'll never be able to figure out how to break Schnitzel-"

"WAIT! That's it!" Doofenshmirtz grinned, "Hold still, Phineas."

"What?!"

"Hold still! Trust me!"

"B-but-!"

"I know you don't like me, and I don't like you, but so far my plans have been working, so please! Trust me!"

Phineas stared at Doofenshmirtz, who looked completely sincere. The boy gulped, and held his ground as told. The monsters sped up. The serpent sped up. Schnitzel sped up to the point of jumping of of the water like a dolphin, only to be trapped in the monster's mouth once again.

She screamed.

So did Phineas, as Doofenshmirtz suddenly pulled himself and Phineas out of the way, just seconds before the monsters collided with them. In their place was the glass wall, which shattered on impact, draining the sea monster and Schnitzel out of the tank. The hall filled with water, nearly drowning anyone within the depths of it. Once the water drained out, those unable to breathe under water gasped for breath. Schnitzel looked shifty eyed all around, as if looking for the sea serpent, who was nowhere to be seen. Odd...

The woman looked down to her feet, gasping in horror at the sight of the still angered serpent. She fled from the top of it's snout before it could deal anymore damage to her. She sighed in relief once in a "respectful" distance from the beast.

"SCHNITZEL!"

The woman was filled with so much bliss at the sound of Doofenshmirtz's voice. Speaking of whom, in one arm appeared to be Phineas, who was still coughing from the quick flood, while the other quickly reached for Schnitzel herself. "HANG ON!"

Schnitzel obeyed, grabbing onto Doofenshmirtz with Phineas following her actions soon after, freeing both of Doofenshmirtz's hands. Quickly, Doofenshmirtz took Phineas's newly upgraded grappling hook, and shot it onto an opening on the ceiling. Pulling himself, Phineas, and Schnitzel upward, the other monsters trying to jump up and bite onto them in rage. Doofenshmirtz then reached into his pocket for Carl's tazer, turned it on, and dropped it to the floor below.

The roomed filled with electricity, and the monsters screamed in pain and agony. Phineas and Schnitzel looked away, cringing at the sound, while Doofenshmirtz stared, waiting patiently for the electricity to die out. Minutes later, the waves of electricity ceased, and the monster, all burnt to a crisp, lied on the ground, motionless. The serpent that wanted Schnitzel for it's meal looked dead. The tazer was completely destroyed.

Doofenshmirtz, Phineas, and Schnitzel slowly descended from the air, and landed on the ground. Doofenshmirtz pulled back the hook from the weapon, and grinned. "This thing works wonders, kid!" he admitted.

Phineas smirked. "Told you it would come in handy," he said triumphantly.

Schnitzel hugged Doofenshmirtz around the neck, pulling him over to her, shocking him. "My hero!" she kissed him on the cheek before realizing what she did, "...Uh...he-he..."

She released Doofenshmirtz, whose face reddened. "Wh-what did you-?"

"Nothing!"

Phineas snickered a bit, earning a glare from Schnitzel. "Shut it, you stupid kid!" she said, before smirking, "Though to be fair," she lifted the kid up and began to noogie him; Phineas laughed, "I'm actually glad you're alive, ya pipsqueak! You two worried me sick!"

"Enough of this," Doofenshmirtz shook his head, coughing a bit as the redness turned to a very light pink, "We have to find a way out of here. Today's been crazy enough as is."

"I know," Schnitzel sighed, "I just wanna get out of here and forget we ever found this place."

Doofenshmirtz smirked. "And we can," he stated, "Once we blow this place up, and get rid of Monobrow once and for all."

Schnitzel grinned at this. She never thought that she would miss Doofenshmirtz's insane, sadistic mind. "Then let's go!" she said, "Before something else happens that we have to worry about!"

That's when the creatures began shuddering violently. Doofenshmirtz, Phineas, and Schnitzel looked around, shocked. "What the-?" Schnitzel gasped, "They're still alive?!" she looked to the sea serpent, who remained still, "Aside from that thing, thank God, but-"

"We have to go," Doofenshmirtz began to run ahead of Phineas and Schnitzel, "NOW!"

The other two followed after the dictator, just as the mutants began to get back to their feet and legs. The three were about to turn a corner, before meeting up with a handless Dennis, who was back for revenge. Its eyes glowed red with rage, as did the mutants blocking their path from behind. Doofenshmirtz stared in shock.

"...Ah, crud."

A/N:

Muwahahahahaha! More cliffhangers! I love them so! XD

I'm really proud of what I did here. I actually really am. This is now one of my favorite chapters, I think...even though I made Doof a little OOC here, I think. Then again, he kinda just learned that...nah. I'm not gonna say for those who just came for the A/N. XD

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! I know I did writing it!

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-GTS is out! Peace!