A/N: Hey! I have a very important announcement!
After doing some deliberation, I decided to also re-post "Evil Phineas Trilogy: Book 1: Dark Rising". For those of you who don't know what the heck that is, it was a rewrite that I decided to do for "Evil Phineas" after I got some...less than kind reviews from a certain user whose name shall not be spoken here. XP Long story short, I couldn't take the criticism well, it really discouraged me from writing the original "Evil Phineas" for a quick spell, and in that time, I wrote that fic. But it wasn't just a rewrite, it was a collaboration fic and (obviously) the first entry of an epic trilogy.
For this trilogy, I teamed up with a user named Marissa Flynn, who at that point went by iheartphinabella05. She was an extremely devoted reader and fan of my original work, and I'm not sure how or why we came to this agreement, but we decided to take on this rewrite trilogy together. She has a self-insert OC named (you guessed it) Marissa Flynn, the other older sister of Phineas. I took her on as a partner under the condition that her OC be a part of this trilogy, which I didn't mind at all. I finished the first part of the trilogy, but as soon as I did, I realized writing the original "Evil Phineas" was a lot more preferable. I didn't have enough specific misgivings with my collaboration with Marissa Flynn, though, so out of gratitude for her assistance, I put the task of finishing the rest of the trilogy squarely on her shoulders, which she gladly accepted. She continued our project on her own, I went back to writing for the original "Evil Phineas", and the rest was history.
And then, of course, I had to delete that story because of the watchdog user getting onto my tail. I felt I wouldn't have enough time to scour through all the chapters for anything that would constitute a Content Guideline violation, so I just went for broke and deleted everything. Fortunately, just like this fic, it was salvaged by spongeyman90s, and I still have the material for it saved away on my computer. At first, I decided not to re-post it like I did with this because I wasn't all that proud of it nowadays. However, I took a trip down memory lane and visited Marissa Flynn's account. I suddenly felt bad that her entries for our planned trilogy were still up without a first entry to provide any context. She probably had to deal with years of readers and reviewers wondering where the first entry was and having to go in blind. So, I've decided to resurrect that fic too. It should be up sometime by the end of the month.
As for "Midsummer Tragedy", I still have that saved away too, but I'm really feeling inclined not to re-post it. The state of American society has gotten pretty bad in certain ways ever since I deleted that story, and I don't want any traumatized people to somehow stumble upon that project. We'll see, but right now, I really don't want to re-post it. Sorry, you guys.
Alright, enough announcements! On with the chapter. ENJOY!
Original A/N: If you saw my profile at least two weeks ago, then you should be aware that I have plans to make a one-shot about an AU of this story, where Phineas actually takes over the world, in the future. But if you saw my profile recently, then you should've seen that info on the story is gone. If you think that I have cancelled the story, then you are correct. I cancelled the story because 1) I felt that making a one-shot about this story is a bit redundant. 2) I'm not a fan of one-shots and I don't plan on making such soon. So, sorry trickquestion, if you were looking forward to that one-shot.
Now, onto Chapter 18. ENJOY!
P.S.: Due to the ever-worsening situation regarding the coronavirus outbreak, I'm going to have to remind you all about the basic steps you should take if you want to stay healthy, courtesy of my university's reminder emails:
-Wash hands often with soap and water for 20-30 seconds at a time, and/or use hand sanitizer
-Avoid close contact with people who are sick
-Keep your hands away from nose, eyes, and mouth (I can't imagine how difficult this part is probably going to be)
-Eat well, get adequate rest, and exercise regularly
-Get a flu shot if you haven't already and are able to
And if you ARE sick (I hope you get better if you are), please be a good sport and save other folks the trouble of getting sick. You can do this by:
-Covering your mouth and nose with your sleeve, elbow, or a tissue whenever you sneeze or cough
-Not sharing food and drinks with others
-Avoiding touching your mouth, nose, and eyes (Again, I understand this is probably going to be difficult)
-Avoiding close contact with others
-Cleaning and disinfecting surfaces and objects
-Staying at home if you're unwell (PRIORITY NUMBER ONE!)
-Staying calm and keeping yourself well-informed (My personal advice)
If you already know this, then great! If you didn't know any of this beforehand, please keep that information in mind as we all go through this trying time. It's a realm of unknowns at this point, and I wish myself and all of humanity well.
Chapter 17 Summary: Django becomes wracked with guilt over inadvertently making all of these events happen and only one person is there to help him. Meanwhile, an unexpected ally makes plans to free the captives.
Django struggled hopelessly against the chain that linked him to the wall of his cell, but finally, after several minutes of this, he gave up and slammed his fist on the peeling wall in anguish and defeat. He then looked around at the new cells Phineas had built for them. There were now rows of cells to evenly distribute the large amount of captives, one cell for each family. The brown-haired boy looked back at his parents, both of whom were sleeping in each other's arms peacefully. Django couldn't help but feel jealous at them: they have found a peaceful solace in the wake of terror, and yet, he, Django, can't find it even if he tried his best.
But he had a reason to be desperate. In the next room, Phineas was making the final preparations to his move against the world and it was his fault. His fault.
Remembering the time where he bumped into Phineas, the old Phineas, being asked by him where Isabella was, Django clutched his hair in stress, looking like a crazed inmate. He couldn't believe he sent him to the park, exactly at the same time the thingamajig, whatever Doofenshmirtz called that contraption, fired a laser there. Why did he send him to the park? Django knew that Phineas mustn't find out about the meeting Isabella and Ferb were hosting three days ago. But why the park? Why not the Slushy Dawg? Django angrily slammed his fist on the wall again and bit his shirt as he struggled to contain his need to scream out loud in frustration and hatred of his decision.
Django then slapped his knee hard upon realizing it was also he who first suggested recreating Phineas and Ferb's past inventions of the summer to cheer the former up. Thanks to this decision, Phineas developed his interest towards their potential. He knew that everyone was running out of ideas on what else to make for Phineas; after all, Django remembered that he couldn't think of anything else. But maybe he shouldn't have made that suggestion. Maybe if he didn't, someone after him might've an idea just as good.
And then he lured the Red Triangle to the inventions! This latest failure of his made Django's eyes well up with tears. He remembered feeling something latch onto the back of his shirt when the Doomsday device emerged from that downtown street, but he, in an act that many would consider stupid, thought it was a piece of asphalt and didn't bother to brush it off. And now that Phineas has the inventions, the Red Triangle's forces were now stronger and more unstoppable. And he, Django, practically supplied them with the amazing contraptions! Django was both angered and surprised at the fact that he always did something, some minor thing, that helped the bad guy get one step closer to glorious victory.
And it was because of his failures that Ferb, Candace, Perry, and the others were dead. It had been twenty-four hours since he watched with sheer horror from the Paper Pelican as the barrage of missiles fired by Sid raided the island, with them still on it. Django hoped that the group had dove into the water to prevent being caught in the resultant explosion, but he realized that the chains on them would've slowed them down, and that the blast was way too powerful to even allow them to survive even if underwater. Ferb probably built something that teleported or shielded them, but Django knew that without Phineas's blueprints, the British boy's inventions would be useless and defunct. Probably they used the hole Phineas had dug in the island during his first stay there as a makeshift bunker, but he realized that a bunker needed a suitable door if it were to protect its occupants.
Django couldn't take it anymore. Phineas becoming evil because he sent him to the park, the Red Triangle acquiring the inventions with his unknowing help, Ferb and the others dead from his mistakes...the boy began sobbing quietly. How much more failures can he make?
"Django?"
It wasn't his father, nor his mother, but Adyson Sweetwater, who was sitting in the cell to the right of his. The Fireside Girl was looking at him with her gentle green eyes in concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Django struggled to maintain a positive smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm crying so I can attract the guard's attention," he replied, pointing at the Doof Clone that was snoring while sitting on a pedestal.
"Really? That crying sounds pretty genuine."
"I practice making my fake crying sound real."
"Uh-huh..." Adyson raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, yes!" Django clutched the bars separating him and Adyson, looking more and more insane by the minute; Adyson's eyes widened in slight fear. "In fact, I'm having the best time of my life! Phineas has all of us captured and is about to conquer the world! It's like an action movie! All I have to do is get the clumsy guard's attention and get him to unlock my cage so I can knock him out and get the keys to free all of you guys! See! Simple! It's guaranteed not to fail! Like I always did before!"
"AHA!" Adyson cried. "I knew it! I knew you were hurting over luring Phineas to the inventions without knowing it!"
Django's eye twitched incessantly and he ranted at fast speeds, "Yeah, well that's not all! I sent Phineas to the park to get zapped, remember? Remember that? Oh, oh, oh! And the time I suggested that we make those inventions to cheer Phineas up! Huh? Remember my little doozy? Surely you remember, because that was the starting point for all of this! HA! Oh, and the results in which Ferb and the others are dead? Eh? Quite the biggest failure I made! I wonder what other failures I'll do? Maybe I'll accidentally scare the world's leaders into loaning over their countries to Phineas! Yeah, that would be a doozy, wouldn't it? And then I'll accidentally spill a perfume on Phineas that'll make him immortal, and his rule will be everlasting! Yeah, and you'd all go sarcastically, 'Nice going there, Django!' Yeah, that oughta be the greatest doozy I'd make, stupid me!"
Adyson's shocked eyes softened. "Oh, Django," she said, "it's not your fault all of this happened."
"Oh really, Adyson!" snarled Django. "Who's the one who sent Phineas to the park? Who's the one who suggested recreating the inventions? Who's the one who led Phineas to the inventions? Who's the one who got our friends killed? Me! Me, me, me, me, MEEEEE!"
"Settle down, Django-"
"Don't tell me to settle down, Sweetwater! I'm the one who caused all of this! I AM!"
"Yes, you are. And you can't change a thing about it. But if you move on-"
"Move on? Move on? Adyson, there'll be NO moving on once Phineas conquers the world. The strain of it will always remain on our shoulders. On my shoulders. It'll always remain as long as his reign is strong and firm. And then, I'm gonna always be known as the herald of the conquerors. Fancy, huh?"
Adyson reached through the bars and put her hands on Django's shoulders.
"No, Django," she said seriously. "Phineas is not gonna conquer the world. We can stop him."
"And exactly how we will do that without Ferb, or Phineas for that matter?"
"We just need hope, Django."
"Hope? HA! That disappeared along with Ferb and the others once that island exploded!"
"There's always hope, Django. There always is."
Django took Adyson's hands off of him. "And how do you know that, Adyson?"
Adyson's lips tightened and she sighed. Finally, she replied, "I was five years old. I was accompanying my father to work because the school was shut down due to reconstruction. Anyway, two floors below my dad's office, three disgruntled employees had begun shooting. After a while, they tried to run, but the police had already arrived and they had little ammunition. So, they planned to take several people in the floor above them hostage and use them as leverage, and they took the elevator. But one of the shooters pressed the wrong button and they went two floors up instead. And before I knew it, me, my father, and six other people became hostages.
"It took for many hours, and the police weren't making any deals. I was so worried the shooters were gonna kill us, and it was so hard for me not to cry. My father told me not to worry, and he told me the same words I told you: We just need hope. Finally, after four hours of negotiating, the shooters concluded that the police were never gonna let them go and they readied themselves for the finale. I was crying; I was hugging my father. I really didn't want to die. One of the shooters suddenly grabbed my dad and prepared to execute him. I was crying so loudly for my dad, and all of a sudden, hope came in the form of a SWAT team. The shooters were all arrested, and none of the hostages were killed. In fact, no one was killed in the entire event; the shooters had poor aim when they shot their victims and only twenty-four people were injured. The greatest injury was one man who was paralyzed from the waist down.
"As for me, the event did little to scar my life. I never had nightmares about it, anything that happened around me didn't remind of that fateful day. I was never scarred because of my father's words to me: We just need hope. Those words guided me through all of the situations I had in my later life, and they still do. And I now pass down those words to you, Django. We just need hope."
Django listened to Adyson's story, open-mouthed. "That really happened to you, Adyson?" he asked.
"Yep," she replied, smiling. "I'm kinda glad it happened to me. Otherwise, I would never have believed in hope."
"Wow. That's just...amazing."
Adyson's smile became even more pronounced, more softer, and she leaned in closer to Django.
"And it's time for you to believe in hope too, Django," she whispered in a tone that made Django blush.
"Alright, Adyson," he replied softly. "I will."
"And don't blame yourself for what happened. It can all be made up for by stopping Phineas once and for all."
Django nodded. Adyson's words were so powerful on him, and a new surge of happiness flowed in his body. He now wondered where he would be without the brown-haired Fireside Girl.
"Thanks, Adyson, for your help."
Adyson smiled.
"You're welcome."
Bloodpudding twiddled his fingers nervously as he stood before his leader, Phineas, who was overseeing something that the evil scientist could not see. The red-haired villain nervously looked at his comrades, Diminuitive, Blair, and Tancien, who too looked cautious at the prospect of talking to their new boss. Finally, Bloodpudding was able to muster enough courage to approach Phineas and talk to him about their fallen comrade Croachaye.
"Uh, boss?" he asked.
"Yes, Bloodpudding?" replied Phineas.
Bloodpudding was about to answer when he saw what Phineas was looking at: a charred Doof Clone, the same Doof Clone that had been caught in the blast of the exploding Straitjacket-Inator when the original ten hostages were rescued by those two boys, the ones they called Thaddeus and Thor. Several O.W.C.A. interns were operating on the clone like surgeons operating on a patient, placing metal parts on his most burnt places and attaching them to his skin. The scene was slightly nauseating, and Bloodpudding had to look at Phineas instead.
"What's that, boss?" he asked.
"A critically-injured Doof Clone," replied Phineas. "He's still alive, but he won't be for long. Which is why we're integrating him with machinery and turning him into a cyborg. Much like Perry's 2nd Dimension doppelganger. He will specialize in being the Red Triangle Robots' general, and he is a mighty weapon on his own. He will be the Doof Cyborg."
Bloodpudding found it ironic that Phineas would have pity on a gravely-injured clone, but not Croachaye. The scientist clenched his fists, a movement that went unnoticed by Phineas, fortunately, before a gesture from Tancien helped him settle down and pursue the subject he wanted to begin in the first place.
"Boss, about Croachaye?"
"Yes?" replied Phineas, not looking at Bloodpudding.
"Well, since we have the technology to save our comrades from death by turning them into cyborgs, maybe if we can steal Croachaye's body from the local coroner, maybe we could, you know, resurrect him by turning him into a cyborg as well. Sounds like a good idea, in my opinion?"
"To me also, Bloodpudding. There's just one little thing."
"What's that, boss?"
"He's useless to us."
"Excuse me, come again?"
Phineas finally turned to Bloodpudding and stared at him with his green eyes that made the four scientists shudder in fear. "I said, 'He's useless to us.' We don't need him anymore. He's trash, a worthless piece of junk that deserves to be thrown away. You get the picture."
"But he's our colleague!" protested Diminuitive. "Why is he so useless anyway, sir?"
"Because he is gullible. Using the Doomsday device's sonar, I detected Lawrence offering help to the then-injured Croachaye under that downtown street. I expected Croachaye to do everything by himself, but he didn't. He let that man help him, in spite of the fact that Lawrence would use the opportunity to finish him off, which is very out-of-character for him. Anyway, that's no villain. That's a coward, who won't do things by himself like any bold villain would and should do."
"He was a great villain!" Bloodpudding cried angrily. "I don't know why he let his opponent help him, but he surely had a perfectly good reason for doing so. He was L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N.'s strategist. There was strategy in there somewhere!"
"Are you contradicting me, Bloodpudding?" asked Phineas calmly.
Bloodpudding opened his mouth to say "Yes", but a meek voice came out, saying, "No."
"I thought so. Now, if you four excuse me, I'm overseeing, unless there's something else you wanna tell me, am I right?"
"No, sir, there isn't," replied Blair, and she left the room, followed by the three other scientists. Bloodpudding looked back rebelliously at his leader as the doors to the room slid shut. With the coast clear, the red-haired villain stamped his foot in anger.
"That's it!" he cried. "I'm tired of working for this kid! He's too evil for my taste! Doofenshmirtz was right in going against him!"
"Yeah!" replied Tancien. "I say we follow in Doofenshmirtz's footsteps and leave!"
"No!" Diminuitive said. "Maybe if we pretend that we're still aligned with Phineas, maybe it will give us a chance to find out what that 'Operation: Brown' is and bring it down from the inside!"
"Yeah, Diminuitive's right," said Blair, "we should feign loyalty to our so-called leader. It's the most effective way to ensure that this kid doesn't succeed!"
"Sounds like a great idea," Bloodpudding said, "but we can't do this on our own. I know the rest of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. won't be of help, for they've already gotten used to Phineas's evil. Those Tri-State Bombers are definitely out of the picture. Maybe..."
The four scientists all looked at each other.
"Are you all thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Bloodpudding, smiling.
"I believe so," replied Blair.
"So it's settled!" Diminuitive said.
"Let us go get some nachos!" finished Tancien triumphantly. His three comrades looked at him with looks that read, 'Are you kidding me?' "What?" Then, Tancien realized what they were really thinking. "Oh..."
Isabella desperately tried to use her mother's hairpin to unlock the lock that held her cell door firmly shut, but she accidentally dropped it and the object landed out of her reach. Groaning angrily, the girl looked at Vivian and shook her head. Vivian bowed her head down in defeat, as did Jack, Gretchen, and the Johnson family who were in the nearest neighboring cells.
Suddenly, the door opened and in came Bloodpudding, Diminuitive, Blair, and Tancien. The Doof Clone immediately stood up, fully awake, and saluted the four scientists.
"There's a bit of a problem at the toilet in the guest bathroom," said Bloodpudding. "Everyone else is working and we need you to fix it. We'll guard the prisoners while you're at it."
"Yes, Bloodpudding," the Doof Clone replied, and he left for the guestroom, tossing Bloodpudding the cell keys. When Blair gave the thumbs-up to tell her comrades that the clone was out of sight, Bloodpudding immediately began unlocking the cell doors, to the shock of the captives.
"Just exactly what're you guys doing?" asked Mr. Rai.
"Getting you all out of here," replied Tancien. "Just keep quiet."
In Django's cell, he looked at Adyson happily.
"You seeing this?" he asked.
"Yep," replied Adyson. "I told you, Django, just believe in hope. And now, here's hope's first step!"
"Nicely worded, girl," Bloodpudding commented as he unlocked Adyson's cell door, "but there's no time for such chitchat. Hurry up!"
Within minutes, all of the captives were freed, and the four former villains stared proudly at what they were doing.
"You know," said Diminuitive, "being good isn't that bad at all!"
"You got that right," replied Tancien.
"Alright, everyone," Bloodpudding said, "the exit is the first door to the left. However, it is quite far and within good sights of the Red Triangle. Fortunately, the inventions that have been completed in modifications are all lined up against the wall leading from this door to the exit. There's a cavity between the inventions and the wall that is big enough for all of you. You need to use that if you are to sneak past Phineas's forces without being seen. One of those Tri-State Bombers is guarding the door, so be sure to knock him out quickly.
"To start your escape, you will have to attack us." He pointed at himself and his comrades. "Use enough power to make us bleed. We will give you guys one minute before we sound the alarm. When the alarm is activated, that means you have to get out of here faster, cause they're gonna do a whole layout of the place to find you. It doesn't matter where you hide, so just get out of here faster. Try and use a distraction.
"Once you're out of the laboratory, the elevators are at the right of the door. Take it, and once you get to the first floor, just make a run for it. I don't know where you go, but I pray that you escape safely. Alright-" He braced himself for a punch. "-hit us!"
"What?" exclaimed Mrs. Pratt.
"Just do it!" replied Diminuitive.
"If you insist," Mr. Sweetwater said, and he approached Bloodpudding. Gulping, he then knocked the red-haired scientist down with a single punch.
"Alright, brace yourself!" warned Mr. Van Stomm, and he kicked Diminuitive.
"Thanks for your help!" said Mr. Barnes, right before he punched Blair.
"Wow," Mr. Rai said as he faced Tancien. "I've never hit an old guy before..."
"Just do it!" cried Tancien. Gulping, Mr. Rai downed the elderly scientist with one punch.
"So sorry!"
Isabella led the escapees through the cavity between the finished inventions and the wall from the door to the cells to the exit. Motioning for them to hurry, the girl slightly increased her speed as she made her way through the cavity. Unfortunately, she went too fast and she bumped into the Tri-State Bomber Bloodpudding said would be guarding the exit: David. Isabella stared at her father's blue eyes, which stared back. David smiled grimly in greeting.
"Don't wander about, Isa," he said in a fake concerned tone. "You might wander off, and it's too dangerous- OOF!"
Jack had punched David to the ground. "Stay away from her, you monster!" snarled Jack.
David prepared to activate his walkie-talkie, but Jack knocked him out with two punches to the face. Mr. Sweetwater and Mr. Stoner dragged David's unconscious form into the cavity before Jack opened the exit door. At that moment, an alarm pierced the room's atmosphere; their minute had passed.
Jack helped the escapees out of the DEI laboratory before looking at Isabella with concern.
"You all right, Isabella?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm okay," replied Isabella. "Thanks, Mr. Davison."
Jack smiled. "No problem. Now, come on!"
Isabella and Jack followed the rest to the elevators, where they found Mr. Rai pressing one of the 'Down' buttons desperately.
"Come on, come on, come on!" pleaded Mr. Rai as he continued pressing it.
Finally, three minutes had passed when the doors of all six elevators slid open, and the escapees separated into groups and stepped inside. Isabella prepared to step inside when she saw David running for them, his revolver aimed for her.
"COME BACK HERE, ISA!" called David.
"GET IN, LEADER, HURRY!" cried Gretchen, and Isabella didn't waste any second. Boarding the elevator just in time to evade a bullet, the girl pressed a button that caused the doors to close. However, David was able to reach his arms through the still-narrowing cavity and grab Isabella's shoulders.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" screamed Isabella. "HELP ME!"
"LET HER GO, YOU SON OF A-" Jack roared, kicking David hard in the chest, knocking the wind out of the former bomber and sending him flying backward, allowing the doors to slide shut completely. Traumatized, Isabella embraced Jack and began crying.
"There, there, Isa," Jack said, "it's okay. It's okay, we're here..."
Vivian, Gretchen, Norm, the Brown family, and the Sweetwater family watched on, Vivian looking impressed with Jack's concern for her daughter.
"Aw," Norm said, "that's just so sweet. Reminds me of the time I got my popsicle-stick wife...I wonder what happened to her..."
Meanwhile, David coughed and watched as the elevator doors slid shut, separating him from his daughter. Clutching his chest, he watched as Phineas, accompanied by Rodney, Roderick, and several O.W.C.A. agents, arrived on the scene. Phineas was wearing a mask of rage.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED?" Phineas roared.
"I...I t-tried...t-to...st-stop t-them...boss..." coughed David.
Phineas growled at the elevator that Isabella took and then roared out a screech that echoed through the whole hallway, a screech of inhumane proportions. The captives had got away, and now, Operation: Brown was compromised.
"WE HAVE TO GET THOSE CAPTIVES BACK!" he screamed.
"We're on it, boss!" Rodney replied, and he, Roderick, and the agents all left, leaving Phineas and David to wallow in their fury at this latest failure.
Little did the two villains know that Bloodpudding, Diminuitive, Blair, and Tancien, now the Red Triangle's secret resistance, were watching, proud of their handiwork.
"A job well done, guys," said Bloodpudding.
The escapees emerged from the DEI building and were immediately bathed in the sunlight. Passing two pedestrians that were talking amongst each other, Jack looked at his scratched watch and saw that it was now 9:37 AM.
"Where are we going now?" asked Holly.
"I don't know, sweetie," replied Mr. Stoner. "Anywhere."
Suddenly, the O.W.C.A. bus appeared from the alleyway next to DEI and stopped in front of the escapees.
"Is that the O.W.C.A. bus?" asked Mr. Pratt.
"Wasn't it split in half before?" Carl asked.
As if on cue, the bus split itself in half. Then, the halves began transforming in front of the escapees, like something out of a Transformers movie. Finally, the two halves turned into two robots. One of the robots had four arms and a set of cords dangling from its back in the form of a cape; a machine gun was mounted on its left shoulder. The other resembled a crab, with four legs and a large, curved spike protruding from each shoulder; a machine gun was mounted on its right shoulder. Both robots had the same head, a head that looked like Norm's, except it had black hair, a unibrow, and a grim frown instead of a pleasant smile.
The shoulder-mounted machine guns on both robots aimed themselves at the escapees, and the two robots ordered simultaneously, "Surrender or be annihilated!"
"Excellent job, Morn Bots!"
Rodney had appeared from the DEI building, accompanied by Roderick and the agents. Roderick faced the escapees and explained, "Using Norm's instruction manual, which Doofenshmirtz never bothered to read, foolish him, we have managed to reverse-engineer Norm and build these two! They're Morn Alpha-" He pointed at the four-armed robot. "-and Morn Beta." He pointed at the four-legged robot. "Together, they're the Morn Duo. Now, enough with explanations! Your attempt at escape was futile, and I'm sorry to say that you will not succeed. MORN DUO, SEIZE THEM!"
"I DON'T THINK SO!"
Rodney, Roderick, the agents, and the Morn Duo looked down the street, and the former two gasped while the agents struck fighting poses. The escapees looked at Rodney and Roderick's direction and gasped, and Django began to wonder if believing in hope was useful after all.
For standing there was Ferb, Candace, Perry, Doofenshmirtz, Vanessa, Baljeet, Buford, Linda, Charlene, and Lawrence.
Original A/N: Looks like the Flynn-Fletchers, the Doofenshmirtzes, and Baljeet and Buford are alive! Now, you are left to wonder this: Why are they alive?
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NattyMc: At least you know that Perry is alive, thank God!
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FIFTEEN REVIEWS! Another record broken, and in ONE CHAPTER? Wow, I love you guys! Keep up the good work, and I'll keep up mine!
Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter! TheCartoonFanatic01 is out. PEACE!
New A/N: DUN DUN DUN! The Flynn-Fletchers, the Doofenshmirtzes, and Baljeet and Buford are alive! Wow, what a big surprise there! XD XD XD And it also looks like Django and Adyson are beginning to bond, while some of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. are having second thoughts about teaming up with an absolute madman like the Shadow!
Now, I'd like to thank the following for reviewing:
-PhinabellaForLife22:
1) Good to know you forgot about that scene. XD XD XD
2) Oh, well, it's not exactly like you missed out on anything. In hindsight, those movies are quite dumb.
3) So it seems.
-FanFic920: Welp, looks like your theory was proven wrong, considering the Flynn-Fletchers, the Doofenshmirtzes, and Baljeet and Buford are already confirmed to be alive. So, the real question is...how exactly did they get out of there? ;)
-Air-Crafter: Indeed, the Shadow's Achilles' heel is that there's going to be a flaw in his plans and he's too arrogant to notice. We'll see the biggest sign of this during the climactic final battle. ;)
-Epsilon Tarantula:
1) Alright, then. Good luck with that endeavor.
2) Yeah, I think it's Sid. He's way too sadistic and psychopathic for his own good. It's almost...exaggerated. XD
3) Well, Ferb doesn't have Phineas to serve as his mouthpiece. If no one's going to talk to him, how's he gonna express himself? Plus, it shows exactly how terrible the situation is: Phineas's absence has left so much of an impact on the cast that Ferb must do all of the talking for the time being.
4) Good to know you still remember how this story goes down, even after so long. :D But yes, this is indeed the Darkest Day. :O
Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter! TheCartoonFanatic01 is out. PEACE!
