"Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!"
The familiar tune rang out throughout the giant purple building that Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz called his evil lair. No matter how many times he heard it, the simple tune brought a smile to the evil genius's face. That was good too, because he needed all the happy energy he could get to deal with his most hated thing.
Cleaning.
Yes, after the last time with the whole debacle with the Declutterinator, he decided it would be best to try to not let messes pile up for forty years, and so what's why he was carrying a book with all his future plans to take over the Tri-State Area. The book was heavy, but he'd managed… until something caught his attention.
"What's this drawing on the floor?" He walked over to a red circle, looking over it and taking in the details. "I don't think I put this here, and it looks way too good to be made by Norm," He bent down to get a closer look, but he lost his grip on the book, the paper sliding through his finger and slicing it open. "Ow, ow, ow! Papercut, papercut!" Unknown to the evil genius, some of his blood splattered on the circle, causing it to lightly glow. "Oh, curse you, Perry the Platypus!" Doctor Doof cried out. "If it wasn't for you, I'd already have taken over the Tri-State Area and wouldn't need to lug that big book around!"
With a defeated sigh, the doctor looked at his slit finger. "I wish I had someone to help me. Someone who really understood me, and could make my dreams a reality. Gah! Why must I be so… alone?!" He sighed sadly to himself and reached down to grab his book, only to notice a sudden influx of energy coming from the magical circle. Before another word could escape his lips, a blast of energy sent the doctor tumbling away.
When he pulled himself back up to a sitting position, Doctor Doofenshmirtz could see the figure of a man standing in the middle of the circle, his short spiky brown hair contrasting the rest of his elegant and exotic clothes.
"Servant, Caster," the strange man said, standing over the fallen doctor and holding out his hand to him. "Come Master, let us bring order to this chaotic world," the new Master blinked in confusion before looking around the room. There was no one else here… Doof then pointed to himself, silently asking a question, to which the Caster nodded, answering it. With a new evil smile, Doof reached out, grabbing on to the offered hand.
"So, um… how'd you get into my building anyways?" Doofenshmirtz asked as he was pulled to his feet. His servant stared, a bit confused before answering.
"You summoned me, Master,"
"Look, I like the sound of Master, but it's kinda weird you're calling me that. Are you a new backup dancer from the company or something?"
"Wha- no, I am a Servant, one summoned to help you take control of the Mooncell," the Caster explained.
"The Mooncell? What is that, some sort of space phone?" Doofenshmirtz asked, causing the Servant to start sweating. Was he somehow summoned by someone that didn't wake up from their illusion yet?
"No, no, the Mooncell! It's a giant computer in the moon!" Caster tried to explain, only for his Master to interrupt.
"I think you watch too many cartoons, newbie,"
"What?! This is common knowledge for someone with Magecraft!"
"Magecraft? Now you're just making up words," Doofenshmirtz folded his arms as his Servant's palm met his own face so fast and hard, the resulting noise echoed through the entire room. "You okay there buddy? You shouldn't slap yourself like that,"
"Just… peachy," Caster muttered. Stuck with an incompetent Master that didn't even know what Magecraft was… maybe it was a glitch? He started to look for a potential solution to this, when something hit him. He didn't have any knowledge about his circumstances uploaded into his brain. He knew information needed to survive in this time, but anything pertaining to the war was… just not there. What was going on?
"Look, I don't mean to rush you buddy, but I need to finish my MakeEverythingSticky-inator, so if you don't mind-," Doofenshmirtz began, causing his Servant to separate his fingers so he could peek at Dr. Doofenshmirtz.
"Your what now?"
"My MakeEverythingSticky-inator. It'll allow me to make any surface extremely sticky, so I can stop anyone who tries to get in my way!" The doctor explained. The Servant digested this information. It sounded stupid, but… it was brilliant. If they could get it to work, then they could stop entire armies in their tracks, or even set elaborate traps that only the greatest minds could ever think themselves out of.
"... You know, I'm something of an inventor myself," the Servant spoke up, catching Dr. Doofenshmirtz's attention. "If you want, I could help you out,"
"Really?" The doctor asked, hope in his voice. "You… you don't think it's stupid?"
"Well, the name could use some work," the Servant admitted, "But the concept is… well, it's amazing. You have the theory down?"
"Theory? I already have it working, I just need to finish building the machine," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said, thrusting his chest out with pride.
"What? You already figured it out? That's… that's incredible!" Perhaps this wasn't as bad as the Servant first thought it was. Doctor Doofenshmirtz smiled as he held out his hand for his Servant.
"I'm Heinz Doofenshmirtz. What's your name?"
"... I told you it was Caster," the Servant replied causing Doof to shake his head.
"No, no, no, not your supervillain name, I mean your real name! If we're going to be partners, then we should at least know that!" Partners. What an odd word. Still… the Servant was sure this could work out in the end.
"Archimedes. My name is Archimedes," the Caster revealed.
"Very good. Okay Archimedes! With our combined brains, we will take over the entire Tri-State area!" The doctor proclaimed, causing the newly summoned Caster to tilt his head.
Maybe this was a mistake after all.
No, your eyes do not deceive you, this is a thing that now exists in this world. This is gonna be more of a fluff/comedy story, and probably won't update as often as Fate/Starry Night. Despite this, I hope you all enjoy it anyways.