YAAAAAAAAY!

This weekend was! A! MA! ZING!

We went swimming, and hiked up dunes (which are a pain on my muscles, lemme tell you that), went kayaking and nearly died in the process, learned more about God and the Bible, met up with a jogger who flipped my friends off for freaking him out and stuff, ate lots, and lots of food, and I got to hang out with my friends and DESTROY THEM in Apples to Apples and other card games (well, they mostly beat me in those other card games, but Apples to Apples was a glorious victory for me), OH IT WAS FRIGGIN AWESOME!

Danni: Wait...what was that part about the kayaking and the nearly dying again?

Oh, nothing really spectacular; we sailed through a literal storm! Can you believe it?! That's a tale I'm gonna tell my kids when I get some! XD

Danni: How can you be so-?

Aaaaanywhoooooo, how was your weekend, guys? Summer's going good and stuff, or are things just boring at home? Home's chill now that I'm back and stuff, and that's how I like it. :3

I hope you all enjoy!

P/F/P/F

Perry simply gave the dictator a nod. Doofenshmirtz let out a sigh, but said nothing else to Perry. Instead, he looked at Phineas one more time. "And Phineas," he said, "One more thing."

Phineas watched Doofenshmirtz reach into his pocket and take out a folded up piece of paper. He handed it to Phineas. "It's important that you read this," Doofenshmirtz said, "Very quickly, of course, since we have little time to spare. Initially I was going to give it to you earlier, but, given the circumstances..." he paused, earning another confused frown from Phineas, "In any case, both of you better hurry. And remember this; don't give up, no matter what else happens to you."

With that, Doofenshmirtz ran off the direction Schnitzel and the giant mutant went. Phineas stared off in confusion, and looked to the paper he was given before feeling Perry tug on his shirt. "C'mon," the platypus said, "Let's get going. Hate to say it, but he's right. We don't have much time on our hands."

Phineas looked to his platypus and nodded, and he put the paper back in his pocket where it belonged. He followed Perry to the surveillance room.

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The Obvious Truth: Part 12

Peter the Pandaborg was simply wandering around, barely missing any action between the other Cyborgs and mutants. It was quite ironic, that the one time he wasn't getting into scrapes was now, when he wasn't even doing anything but look at the damage caused. He wondered to himself, would he be blamed for all of this? Surely there was going to be some form of bad luck bestowed upon him; not that this was on his mind or anything. Peter had proved to be rather dense in the past.

The cybernetic panda began to hum to himself as he traveled forward, looking at the debris, and automatically flying over or through holes, ignoring the dangers. Perhaps he was oblivious, or perhaps he was relishing in his weird version of peace. Or perhaps he was looking for someone. Someone...oh. Right. Pinky.

He was usually always by Pinky's side during things, mainly due to the fact that Pinky didn't trust him on his own. In the process, Peter had become accustomed to following Pinky around, and it was weird being on his own for the first time in a while other than during scouting missions, or when he was in a hospital room (which was actually quite often). He couldn't help but wonder where he was during this time.

As always in this story, when something like this is brought up, they are immediately exploited afterwards. Just around the corner, Peter spotted his partner. He stopped all movement, and stared. Slowly, his brain began to move, as he slowly stepped back in horror.

Pinky was lying there, in a bloody mess, his metal body sparking while the rest of him shuddered in a convulsion. Peter, shaking, kept stepping backwards, his initially instincts telling him to run away. Yet, all he could do was stare, not wanting to listen. For once, he was thinking, instead of being an idiot like usual. He darted forward, and knelt by his leader's side, whimpering. "P-PiNKy?!"

"Zzzzttttt," Pinky began flinching more uncontrollably, "ouTBReeeeeaaaaaCHhhhhh...P-P-P-P-PaNDaBoooooRRRRRRRGGGgggg..."

"I'M HeRe, PiNKy!" Peter shrieked, trying to think of a way to help his friend, "PiNKy! STay WiTH Me! PiNKy!"

"WH-WH-WH-WheRe iS...aPPLeJaCK...He iS...F-F-F-F-FiiiiiNNNNNDDDDdddd..."

"WH-WHo?" Peter looked confused, "W-We GoTTa...I-I'LL GeT you To HeLP! J-JuST HoLD oN!"

Peter tossed Pinky onto his back, and began to waddle away quickly, trying to remember where the infirmary was at. He didn't remember that Schnitzel was probably with Doofenshmirtz, nor did he care. He needed to help his...friend.

Pinky was feeling his brain shut off, as the world around him was turning black. His memories were twisting around, like they had been coiled, but were now unwinding in an odd shape. It was a strange sensation, like he had been searching for it for a long time.

A girl with black hair tossed her puppy a ball. It excitedly chased after it, and leapt back at the little girl, nearly knocking her over. She giggled as she began to hug the puppy tightly in her grasp, the puppy beginning to lick her face, shivering all over, as his breed's instinct demanded. She grinned.

"Good boy, Pinky! Good boy!"

"I-I-I-I-I-..."

"you'Re GoNNa Be oKay, PiNKy! JuST HoLD oN!"

"I-I-I...ISaBeLLa..."

"I'm sorry..."

Pinky cybernetic body shut off, and all went black.

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Schnitzel kept running away from the two mutants, continuing to scold herself for her idiotic plan of distraction. Yet, what else could she have done, she thought. Perry wouldn't have been able to do anything, and these creatures were nearly indestructible anyways. In all honesty, her attempts were all she had.

The biggest of the two mutants, as well as the quickest, began snapping at her, barely missing her hair. Not wanting anymore of it to be torn off, she ducked forward, and stumbled in the process. She cursed, before the mutant leaned over her, the other one circling around them. Schnitzel felt her breaths speed up as the creature immediately went for her. She screamed.

"Oh god, this is it! I'm actually going to die; out of all the bull I've been through today, this is how I'll go!"

Suddenly, a blast hit the back of the mutant, who reacted by turning to its next attacker. Schnitzel didn't notice, and still braced herself for death, unaware that Doofenshmirtz had just saved her life. Doofenshmirtz, now wearing a belt with several assorted weapons, began to run towards the mutant while switching out his laser with a knife. The creature ran straight towards him, while the other mutant was about to act. Quickly, Doofenshmirtz slid to the ground underneath the mutant, and slice at its stomach, making a bloody gash. The mutant yelped in pain as Doofenshmirtz slid in front of Schnitzel, and threw the knife into the other mutant's eye, blinding it.

Schnitzel's eyes opened wide as Doofenshmirtz lifted her up into his arms, and started to run for dear life as the other mutants tried to situate themselves. "HEINZ!"

"No time for that," Doofenshmirtz said, "We have to go, now!"

"Where's Phineas and Perry the Platypus?" Schnitzel asked, as she glanced back, the mutants beginning the give chase once again; she mentally groaned at this.

"They went to get the nitrous oxide," Doofenshmirtz said, "We gotta get those things into the Ice Box, then get out of here! This place is gonna be filled with laughing gas!"

"What?! But-!"

"That crazy plan of yours won't work, you crazy bi-ACK!"

Doofenshmirtz slid to a stop, and stared up at yet a third mutant, who wore the grin of a hyena. He stared exasperatedly, while Schnitzel clung to him in fear. "OH C'MON!" Doofenshmirtz yelled, practically dropping Schnitzel to the floor so he could take out another weapon; a smoke bomb. "I've have just about enough of this!"

With that he smash the bomb into the ground like a glass bottle, making smoke fill the air, and confusing the other mutants. Like an annoyed maniac, he shouted, "SCATTER!" and began to flee, with Schnitzel not far behind.

"Was that even necessary?!" Schnitzel shrieked, "The 'scatter' thing, I mean?! Seems to me that you wasted time saying that!"

"Who the hell cares?!" Doofenshmirtz shouted, "Just run!"

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Phineas and Perry had done exactly as Doofenshmirtz had instructed them to do; after they went to grab the tanks, they immediately headed to the basement. As Phineas had wondered aloud why there weren't any elevators in the building, they had briefly passed one, before returning to it, and using it to head to their destination. It beat having to use the stairs, Perry had admitted, before feeling the elevator shake as, you guessed it, another mutant crashed through on top of it.

"This is why people never take elevators during a dire situation," Phineas groaned, "What were we even thinking?!"

"I'm just wondering how the elevator is managing to hold us like this," Perry said in a shocked tone, just as the wires holding the metal box up were beginning to snap, "The world just plain despises me, doesn't it?"

"It loves messing with us all, Perry," Phineas sighed before the cord snapped, sending them falling.

Phineas and Perry began floating into the air, as gravity began pulling them further and further down. Perry swam through the air, and kicked out part of the ceiling, which had started to flap open from the speed. Phineas followed, and grabbed his pet's hand the moment it was offered. Perry took out his own grappling hook from probably out of nowhere, aimed it to a pipe outside, and shot at it. As they hook pulled them away, they gave a glance to the mutant, who was took blurry to make out completely. Perry realized that it was Zephire the Zebra, as it let out a shriek, and disappeared into the darkness. The two stared down, Phineas gulping.

"O-okay," Phineas said, "Now...let's ascend slowly..."

Perry nodded, and gradually allowed the line to lower them down, inch by inch. The two fell silent for a moment, before Phineas looked up at Perry. "...Look, I know this is a bad time, but," he paused, "Why? Why didn't you tell me before?"

"About my secret?" Perry asked, "I couldn't, to be honest, even if I wanted to. The organization wouldn't allow it."

"Organization? You mean that OWCA place Doofenshmirtz rants about?"

"Yep."

Phineas looked down. "And these mutants," he said, "He said that they were agents once...you didn't-."

"I worked for Monogram," Perry admitted, "That's the truth, kid."

Phineas stared at his pet, no, his friend in shock and disbelief. "Perry," he said, "That guy's insane! Why would you even...I don't understand."

"He wasn't always this crazy," Perry explained, "I don't even want to believe that he'd do something like this to the other agents, my...my friends...I mean, something must be happening to make him..."

"...He did something to Ferb, too, you know," Phineas said quietly, "Something bad...You should know, then, why I'm on Doofenshmirtz's side on the matter."

"There are a lot of reasons why you'd be taking his side right now, Phin," Perry said before he could stop himself.

Phineas looked confused. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

Perry was surprised. Could it be? Did Phineas still not know? Then...then why did he care so much about Doofenshmirtz, then? Those videos...had...had Phineas befriended his nemesis? How? How could he push down Doofenshmirtz's emotional barriers, something he had struggled to do for years before all of this chaos began?

"So...you don't..." Perry was talking more to himself, and wanted to hit himself for it; Phineas was right there, dammit, why was he being so reckless all of a sudden?

"Perry," Phineas said sternly, "You gotta tell me what's going on. Why are you acting so weird? What are you hiding from me?" Phineas looked up, in small shock, "How long is this rope, man?"

Perry gave an incredulous look to Phineas. "I've forgotten how much your mind wanders," he chuckled, shaking his head as they neared the ground below, "Look...I'll tell you everything when this is over, okay? Like I said I would."

"Why'd you let me go after him, huh?"

Perry stared at Phineas, who looked up at him pleadingly. "You knew something would go wrong, and you let me do it anyway," Phineas said, "So...why?"

Perry gave another weak smile. "'Cause your faith is contagious, that's why," he said, "'sides, it was better than staying with..." Perry looked away, sadly, as Phineas lowered his head a bit.

As the two made it to the basement, they saw the mutant, groaning, but completely blacked out. They both landed on the ground, and acted quickly. In the room was a fairly large machine, which all the vents were connected to. Phineas and Perry ran over to it, and Phineas acted, taking out his screwdriver. "Let's hope this plan works," he said with a sigh, "And get ready to hold your breath."

Perry nodded at this, as he helped hold the first tank in place. Phineas bit his lip. "I just hope that this'll be enough," he said, "I mean, we've only got four tanks on us; there's no way that it would be able to spread enough."

"We better hope that the monsters somehow get close enough together," Perry said, taking out his communicator, "In fact...Phineas, do you have Doofenshmirtz's number?"

"What?" Phineas blinked, "Tell me, Perry Bartholomew Flynn-Flether, would I even have that kind of information, and why would it help us now?"

Perry gave his owner a look, as the boy sighed. "It's 303-449-8287," Phineas said, "And don't ask how I know that; he'll probably threaten the information of the how with tiny hammers. Ooh, those hurt, man! HURT!"

Perry rose an eyebrow at Phineas's words, but pressed the numbers anyway. He handed the device over to Phineas, who looked confused. Perry glared. "Heinz and I aren't exactly on," he paused, "Good terms at the moment."

Phineas thought for a moment before it dawned on him. "Oh, riiiight," he nodded, "You were his nemesis. I forgot about that...given the circumstances, you'd think I'd be all on that, but, seems I'm more of a scatterbrain that people lead me-."

"Phineas."

"Right, right, the call. Hand it over."

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Within the cells of DEI was an unconscious Ferb, who lied seemingly lifeless on the ground, being locked up in the prison. The sounds of claws and paws and other things made their way passed him, probably mutants or Cyborgs. He didn't care, as long as they were the things that woke him up. Which they were, as he began to groan, sitting up in a daze.

Ferb looked around, everything hazy and blurred, until he felt his neck ache. He rubbed it, moaning, before remembering Phineas's actions that had led to him being here to start with. He snarled. "That little brat," he growled, "How'd he know how to-?!"

The Brit shook his head in rage as he stood to his feet, his legs wobbly. In spite that, he managed to waddle over towards the cell doors, and punch them down with little effort. He looked at his fist, and began to shake it a bit, feeling a sting of pain. He glared forward. "That's it," he said, leaving the prison, "No more mercy."

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Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel began to breath heavily, as they hid with two other Cyborgs, Dogborg and Racoonborg, behind a wall after meeting up with them. Both of them had become injured from the battle, and had to seek refuge while the others continued to fend the mutants off. Doofenshmirtz glanced over as he saw some of the Cyborgs knock over the leading mutant over, creating a domino effect on the other two. Just then, he felt his pocket buzz.

Schnitzel looked over at Doofenshmirtz's side, as the dictator took out a cell phone from his pocket, trying to move it around the belt his had stripped on. She blinked. "When did you even have a belt like that," she asked, tilting her head.

Doofenshmirtz eyerolled. "I should be asking how you got into my weapons room," he said, "Only I know the password to it."

Schnitzel gave an unimpressed look. "...2-4-6-8," she recited quickly, earning a look from Doofenshmirtz as she stuck her tongue out at him.

The dictator briefly muttered how terrible he was at making up passwords, before answering his phone, putting it up to his ear. "Hello?" he asked, "Who is this?"

"Why would you even answer now?" Schnitzel asked, "Seems a pretty stupid move, given the situa-."

"Phineas," Doofenshmirtz said, not paying attention to Schnitzel, "What the-how the heck did you...did you hack into the security system before I left to Monogram's base?"

Schnitzel shut her mouth as Doofenshmirtz continued to listen to what the caller had to say, sucking up air as she envisioned Phineas's fate for committing such an act. Doofenshmirtz sighed. "Alright, alright," he said, "But I'm still gonna use the tiny hammers on you," another pause ensued as inaudible jabber was heard; he sighed, "Dude, suck it up, they aren't that bad. They are friggin tiny hammers."

With that, Doofenshmirtz hung up, and stuff the phone back into his pocket. Schnitzel stared. "Well...?"

"Okay," Doofenshmirtz clapped his hands together, "Here's what we gotta do now," he chuckled a bit, "We gotta figure out a way to lure all the mutants to the lowest level of the building before the basement in order for this plan to work. Any ideas?"

"THe CyBoRGS CouLD HaNDLe THaT," Raccoonborg said confidently, "No PRoBLeM!"

"OF CouRSe," Dogborg groaned, "THeRe'S THe PRoBLeM oF FiNDiNG THeM aLL..."

"Not to mention somehow getting out of there in time," Schnitzel adding, "Before they all react and stuff. Then there's Phineas and Perry the Platypus; we can't just leave your old enemy back there, and we certainly can't leave Phineas behind."

Doofenshmirtz bit his lip. He hadn't thought about that, actually. Would Phineas be alright after all of this? He'd just been so eager to get this all over with...

"Heinz."

The dictator snapped out of his thoughts as Schnitzel forced him to look at her. "You're acting weird," she said, "I mean, really weird. And trust me, you're usually weird enough as it is. Tell me, what the heck's going on in that head of yours?"

Doofenshmirtz glared. "Are we seriously going to talk about this now?"

"Seriously, I deserve to know," Schnitzel crossed her arms, "I'm not sure if you realize this, but in spite the crap, I do care about you, alright? And I get worried, too, a lot of the time when you act like this. So it's not fair that you keep dancing around my questions after all the crap you've been putting me through today."

"Will you let that go?" Doofenshmirtz asked, "You're not the only one suffering today."

"But I friggin do everyday already!" Schnitzel yelled, "It's the story of my life! And how is it that you can answer a friggin phone call and not have the time to answer any of my questions?"

Dogborg and Racoonborg glanced at each other awkwardly as Schnitzel continued to pry at Doofenshmirtz, who refused to say anything. Dogborg cleared his throat, grabbing their attention. "iF I May, SiRS," he said, "BuT...NoW iS NoT THe TiMe FoR you TWo To eMBRaCe YouR iNNeR 'MaRRieD CouPLe' HoRMoNeS."

Both Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel paled at those words, and thought pretty much the same thing: "First Phineas tells us to get a room, and now the Cyborgs are implying it, all in the same day...new record."

"They're right," Doofenshmirtz said, "We shouldn't dwell on that, anyway."

Schnitzel began to look at the dictator sadly. "Heinz, please..."

"I mean it, Alice," Doofenshmirtz said, earning a glare that said 'stop calling me that, or I'll bite you', "We have to focus. And I think I know how we can lure all the other mutants," he grinned, "You still have that corpse with you?"

Schnitzel opened her coat, and took out the dead mutant, nodding to the dictator, having gotten used to the smell of blood after today's events. "Right here," she said, "Why'd you ask?"

Doofenshmirtz took the object from Schnitzel, and handed it to Dogborg, grinning. "Alright boy," he said, earning Dogborg's attention, "Smell."

Dogborg obeyed, his instincts kicking in as he seemed to go mindless, wagging his tail as he smelled the object. Doofenshmirtz grinned at this, sure that all the mutants shared similar genes to the creature he held after all the horrid experiments he went through. Dogborg barked. "Good, good," Doofenshmirtz grinned, "Now, find them, boy, find them!"

With that, Dogborg began to pursue for the other mutants. Quickly, Doofenshmirtz shoved the dead corpse into Racoonborg's paws. "You're in charge of leading them to the basement," Doofenshmirtz ordered, "Schnitzel and I will handle these three here."

Racoonborg gave a silent nod before leaving. Doofenshmirtz nodded at this, and glared back at the mutants with a bead of sweat. Schnitzel sighed. "We're gonna die, aren't we?" she asked.

Doofenshmirtz paused for a long time before getting out his laser again, and motioning Schnitzel to do the same with her weapon. "Maybe," he answered before running out to help the other Cyborgs, with Schnitzel following (screaming in her head 'WHY DO I HAVE KEEP PUTTING UP WITH THIS, DAMMIT?!').

That's when Schnitzel noticed that, among the Cyborgs, Pinky nor Applejack were with them. Usually, Pinky would be the one to lead the Cyborgs into battle. If not him, then Catborg, who was doing just that. And since Applejack was with Pinky, she would have assumed that they both would have met up with the other Cyborgs by now, or had been sidetracked by something or other.

Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones. And somehow, someway, Applejack...

Doofenshmirtz blasted at the creature's eyes, just as Schnitzel had to the other mutants from before. It fell over in its blindness, as the other Cyborgs kept it down. The other two mutants tried to help, but Schnitzel reacted by pulling Doofenshmirtz over, and grabbing a grenade from his belt. She briefly questioned where he even got this belt, and why he didn't bring it with them in the first place, before tossing it into the open mouth of one of the two. The grenade exploded in the creature's stomach, with little effect. However, it immediately fell over, and slept on top of the other mutant, who struggled.

Schnitzel stared. "Interesting sleeping habits..." she rose an eyebrow.

A rope was then tossed to Schnitzel, though she was always bad at catching things. It began to droop over her head as she tried to situate it, before noticing Doofenshmirtz using another rope as a lasso, his gaze looking at the mutant he blinded, which was the biggest of the three. "Follow my lead, Alice," he said with a glare.

"Are you sure about this?" Schnitzel gulped, "I mean, this thing is way bigger than Dennis was."

"Trust me," Doofenshmirtz said as he twirled the lasso, "I've done plenty of things with ropes."

Schnitzel stared. "...Thanks for the images, Heinz," she sighed.

Doofenshmirtz briefly paused, and slowly turned to Schnitzel, giving her a death glare. "I still don't know why I haven't killed you yet," he snarled before looking away.

Schnitzel smirked as she began copying his actions. "Yes, I'd be obnoxious if I wasn't so charming," she giggled.

"Oh, shut up!"

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"Alright," Phineas said, turning a handle on the tank, "That should do it. Now, we wait for a signal from Doofenshmirtz."

Perry blinked. "You told him to give us a signal, right?" he asked, "'Cause I don't remember that in the conversation."

"He isn't stupid," Phineas said, leaning up to the machine with crossed arms, "He's not just gonna round up the mutants into the lower floor and not say anything to signal the gas afterwards, right?"

"I guess you have a point there..."

"Now, since we have some free time," Phineas rubbed his hands together in a suspicious manner, "How about relaying some stuff to me, eh? What's up with you and Doofenshmirtz?"

"You're more inquisitive now that I can talk," Perry said in a slightly worried tone, "And you were pretty inquisitive talking to yourself...speaking of which, has that habit gotten taken care of, or has some of Doofenshmirtz's quirks rubbed off on you?"

"Hey, I asked fi-...wait, quirks?"

"Yeah, of course. He may be a big, scary dictator now, but he's still a big Doof at heart, I can tell. He can make grand machines, but always puts a self-destruct button on them, is terrible with coming up with a password to the point where it takes three guesses to figure out at the most, and then there are his hobbies..."

"This has nothing to do with why you two act the way you do."

Perry waved it off. "If I answered you," he said, "It would open a book of a whole lot of other questions that I would rather not discuss."

Phineas sighed at this. "Fair enough..."

The unconscious mutant began to groan louder, earning their attention. Perry sighed, looking over to the side to see a bunch of discarded pipes. He strolled over and grabbed the biggest of the pipes before he headed to the mutant. He glanced to Phineas, who was piecing together the platypus's intentions. "You better not watch, kid," Perry said, "This may get ugly."

With that being said, Phineas turned around and began to plug his ears, whistling as Perry went to complete his deed. After a few seconds, Phineas decided that now was the perfect time to look at the letter that Doofenshmirtz had given him. He was curious as to what it entailed; after all, it was given to him so suddenly, and during a dire situation. He took the paper out of his pocket, and unfolded it, still whistling and pretending that he couldn't hear Perry beating the head of Zephire the Zebra. He could tell, he was going to have so many nightmares about this day for the rest of his life.

Those thoughts immediately disintegrated, however, as he saw familiar handwriting on the paper. He stared before unfolding it completely, feeling his jaw drop. It must have fallen off, Phineas thought, since he barely had the strength to speak after shock had taken over him. In spite this, he tried to anyway, and swallowed down any weakness.

"...Dear Phineas...with the little time I have left in this house...oh...my god," Phineas murmured to himself as he slid down to the floor, sitting against a wall as he continued to read, "He...he didn't...it's not...but...why...?"

It was his letter. The one that he had nearly killed Schnitzel for...on one hand, he was suddenly feeling extremely guilty for trying to kill the doctor, and on the other he was...surprised...he assumed that it had been thrown away at this point. How long did Doofenshmirtz have this? Most of the day? And it wasn't even damaged...

"...Why?" Phineas looked so confused as he looked at the letter, trying to come up with a reason; why was he given the letter back now of all times?

It didn't make sense to him at first...

"Initially I was going to give it to you earlier, but, given the circumstances..."

Phineas blinked, looking back to the days events, up to his own meltdown recently. He stared. "Did...did he do this because of..."

The boy rose up his head at the sound of Perry being thrown to a wall, and falling to the floor, groaning. Phineas prepared to fight back against the mutant who had apparently stirred with one of the tanks that weren't connected to the machine, only to realize that the mutant was already dead. Standing on top of it was a very pissed off looking Ferb, whose pupils had shrunk the smallest they could, while the bigger eye of the two was twitching as rage took over his mind completely. Phineas stared.

A/N:

Poor Phineas...he never gets a break. XD

Also, yeah, no technical flashback except for the one that Pinky had, buuuut...oh well. I can let it slide for this chapter. I'm running out of flashback ideas...which is fine, considering that the arch is ending soon, so...yeah.

So, I'm praying that this arch ends in two more chapters, otherwise I'm screwing myself over, man. XD

Expect more from me next week! Maybe sooner...maybe later...but most likely sooner! XD

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-GTS