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"Phineas and Ferb" are owned by Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh who both work for Disney(c) (LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!)

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Marissa Flynn was none other than the younger sister of Candace Flynn; she wasn't famous for gaining that privilege of relations, however. In fact, very few people seemed to know who she was, given that she never seemed to leave her room, which she was placed in at a very young age. So young, in fact, that it had effected her greatly. Instead, the few who knew about her knew her as "the prisoner".

Yes. This story is actually about her, or rather her entrance to all the chaos.

At a glance, she'd look like any ordinary member of the Resistance. She had long hair that was tied in a pony-tail, while her bangs were covered with a grayish headband, her outfits was significantly similar to Candace's, other than he gloves of course, and she wore glasses. She had this appearance because she did, in fact, use to be a member of the Resistance, though she wasn't exactly of much help due to lack of training. Candace barely even allowed Marissa to go outside, much less go out on the field to face Doofenshmirtz.

Of course, there was one time that she was given a chance to prove herself. One time where she was allowed to face up the evil dictator and his partner...and she failed. It being the point where Danni was murdered (in front of her eyes, no less), Marissa was kept under even more surveillance. Many members of the Resistance, including Ferb back when he was sane, had revoked this treatment, but Candace was desperate. She didn't want to lose anyone, perhaps, to anything or anyone; least of all Doofenshmirtz.

That's when Ferb left and was nearly killed by the Norm-Bot army, being left to die by Candace, who felt betrayed. Afterwards, Monogram, who had the Amnesia-Inator working at the time, found Ferb and managed to "fix" him. Candace still didn't know exactly what Monogram did to her brother, but she had to admit, as horrid as it was, she was impressed at Ferb's undying loyalty to Monogram. Monogram was willing to help Candace with her decision, under the conditions of forming a small, temporary alliance, to which Candace agreed with.

Candace would be able to use a smaller version of the Amnesia-Inator, one of which was of her father's own design, while Monogram would be able to keep Ferb around to do his dirty work. It was foolish of her, but Candace honestly thought that Ferb was okay at the time. She didn't know that he had drastically changed into what he currently was until much later. In spite this fact, however, Candace and Monogram soon became good friends.

Upon erasing everyone's memories of Marissa's existence, Marissa was put back in a furnished underground room, hidden from the rest of the world and never to be found. True, she had always lived in that room with no mind in the past, but this was different. It saddened Marissa to no end, probably even put her in a form of depression. She had lost a dear friend to her, as well as a chance to finally free herself from what she realized were shackles. Yet if there really was nothing she could do about it, then she truly didn't mind, as much as it hurt her to say that.

It wasn't a total loss, of course, given that she now had a friend in Isabella, who had found her about a year ago, two months after Danni's death. They hadn't really formed a bond before Isabella's memories of Marissa were erased, so Marissa knew as much about Isabella as Isabella knew about her at the time. Still, in spite their visits being short, they still forged a friendship. So, really, Marissa shouldn't be complaining much about this.

But deep in her heart, she wanted to scream at her sister for not thinking that she could handle herself well enough, and completely ruining her social life in a whole. Not that she was caring too much about how others viewed her, at least not as much as how she could communicate with others. A lot had happened to her in spite her own life being completely and utterly pointless beyond redemption. She was well-read, sure, but that didn't really help with how she'd talk to the few that would come down to see her.

Marissa had a very hard time speaking as a result of her isolation, and often times forgot how to say words which led to her very slow speech patterns. There was the exception where she was excited or passionate about something, though this in itself was rare, and such a time would be where she'd not only speak correctly but quickly as well; so even though she'd be able to speak correctly, she was never able to speak clear enough while in such a hyperactive manner unless you were to pay enough attention to the movement of her lips. Another effect that the whole ordeal had on her was, again, in spite being well read (half of her room was littered with books that Candace would bring up and down to her depending on her progress with them), she knew very little about things, and seemed almost a little loopy from the lack of human contact.

Scratch that; she was totally loopy. In fact, she could probably fit in with everyone who was ever effected by Doofenshmirtz's tyranny, only she was a bit more eccentric. Phineas wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he managed to like her nonetheless. Even if Marissa sort of unnerved at first meeting, since the girl who he just met proved already to be extremely clingy, he still managed to find a lot to like about her, though he'd be lying if he said that part of the reason why he first started to interact with her to begin with was out of curiosity of her origins.

Phineas didn't remember having yet another older sister. Her existence was never even brought up, much less proven of. He'd literally gone all of his life without knowing who this girl was, and yet with her resemblance to his other sister, Candace, he was immediately put two and two together. The only reason why he was so hesitant to ask if Marissa knew anything about him was because, one, Marissa seemed far too oblivious to be able to come to that conclusion herself, and two, Phineas was actually considering Marissa to be a clone of both Candace and Vanessa.

His strange, bizarre theory was that Marissa was created by his two older siblings' genetic codes somehow, leading to Marissa's creation. Marissa would therefore be genetically enhanced to be some sort of secret weapon who didn't know about her capabilities. As time would go on, however, he'd soon realize how ridiculous that theory was, as many things would debunk it quickly. For now, he'd have to figure out how to confront Candace about all of this...if he COULD confront her at all, that is.

What was he supposed to say? "Hey, Candace, I just learned that you've been locking up a girl underground and shit, how come you never told me about it, huh?"

She kept this detail from him for a frigging reason, and Phineas was pretty damn sure that there would be consequences once anyone figure out that he found Marissa in the first place. So he said nothing about it, and decided that this should probably be a one time thing. That didn't mean that he ended up keeping the vow, of course, after realizing that Marissa must be lonely if she was kept in her room all the time. Besides that, it did give him something to do while he was in the base anyway.

The questions were still there, of course, but he'd find a way to solve this. Somehow. He just knew it.

Schnitzel pulled down her green glove over her hand, and did so for the other as she hummed to herself a rather catchy tune. With her were three doctors from the other hospital that she had so reluctantly allowed to help with things in DEI until everything was fixed. Of course, her trust in them had grew rather rapidly during their stay. I mean, how could it not? What she was currently trying to do meant that of course she had to trust them enough to do the job.

"Are you...sure you want to do this, Miss Schnitzel?" one of the doctors, a woman with blonde, curly hair, named Mrs. Johnson (or WAS Mrs. Johnson before her husband died) asked, "I mean, you've never left the state ever since Doofenshmirtz took over, much less leave the building by yourself."

"Well, it's either me or Doofenshmirtz," Schnitzel said, "And we all know that Doofenshmirtz is gonna keep trying unless he knows that his kid is safe...which reminds me, has anyone found out about-?"

"-No. We'll make sure that the information doesn't spread to anyone."

"You better. If anyone, and I mean ANYONE finds out Phineas' relations to Doofenshmirtz..."

Schnitzel bit her bottom lip at the thought of what might happen. She wasn't sure if they'd hail Phineas as their savior since he'd probably be the future heir to DEI, or completely turn on him for 'betraying' them. Everyone who was effected by Doofenshmirtz's reign were considered unpredictable, some even dangerous. Luckily, so far, those who had gone insane were put in an asylum at the end of Danville...all except for Linda, of course. But Schnitzel wasn't thinking about that right now.

The point was that simply being related to Doofenshmirtz ran the risk of the kid getting hurt. It would definitely lead to something even more disastrous if they managed to get away with it as well. Worse still, Schnitzel knew that with their luck, the information would spread to people, and they'd have no idea how they'd view the situation. No one ever thought that Doofenshmirtz would have a son.

"We understand," Mrs. Johnson nodded, "We won't let anyone else figure this out."

"Good," Schnitzel nodded, almost eyeing them, "And as for Doofenshmirtz...I want you to keep an eye on him at all times, and keep him out of the medicine cabinet in my room."

"Why do you have a medicine cabinet in your room?"

"'Cause I'm a doctor...what...don't...don't any of you have..."

An awkward silence filled the air before Schnitzel cleared her throat. "Ahem...well, then," she said, "This is...ugh, just make sure he doesn't leave his bed. I don't care if this means staying up at all hours in order to monitor him, just make sure that he doesn't leave until he's completely functional."

"But, what about you?" Mrs. Johnson asked, "You're still injured yourself. Your stitches haven't even been removed yet."

"I'm still in better health than Doofenshmirtz is," Schnitzel said, "And there's NO WAY I'm trusting you to go and rescue his son, either."

"And why not?" a fatter doctor named Porkins asked, "I'm a pretty good pilot myself, and you know that."

"Because I also know you're a good shot, Piggy," Schnitzel smirked, "And as I've come to discover, you've all been secretly practicing several forms of combat. I know this because I saw your training room underneath the hospital."

The three doctors were silent at this before Schnitzel crossed her arms. "I'm sorry, but I don't trust you around the kid now that you know who he is," Schnitzel stated, "At least here you'll be monitored by the Norm-Bots. Oh. And by the way-"

Schnitzel leaned at the three doctors menancingly. "If ANY of you, A-NY-ONE of you, harms one hair on Heinz's head," she growled, "The Norm-Bots WILL destroy you. I've put them on defense mode, which will change to offense mode if they sense a drop of Doofenshmirtz's blood. So, you understand your situation, yes?"

The three doctors nodded nervously at Schnitzel, whose smile returned to her face as she began patting Mrs. Johnson on the head. "Good, good," she said in a more friendly tone, "Then I trust that you'll do your best."

"You're still hurt, though," Mrs. Johnson said, "If anything happens to those stitches-"

"I know the consequences," Schnitzel said raising a hand up to silence Mrs. Johnson, "Don't worry about it too much. I know how to handle injuries."

With that, Schnitzel left in an airship, one that Doofenshmirtz had designed himself as a form of camouflage in the sky (in spite it being purple and green with the "Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated" logo on it), screaming to herself mentally how stupid she was being. Then again, Doofenshmirtz was being rather reckless lately, and she figured that this was their best option. She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't worried about Phineas' current state, even though she knew that the Resistance probably wouldn't hurt him.

Wait...probably...was there even a chance? Why did she feel the need to bring that up, even? Did...Candace was Phineas' sister, wasn't she? She wouldn't...she wouldn't...

Schnitzel shook her head. "Just don't think about it," she mumbled, "What's the worst that could happen, huh?"

"So...you know...what clouds are?"

"Yeah. They're a visible mass of liquid droplets or frozen crystals made of water or various chemicals suspended in the atmosphere above the surface of a planetary body."

"..."

"...They're fluffy white things in the sky."

"..."

"...They remind your of marshmallows mashed up into pillows?"

"Marsh...mallows?"

"...Do they ever FEED you in this dump?"

"Well, of course...they do! I wouldn't...be alive...if they didn't...uh...feed me," Marissa giggled slowly at Phineas' silliness, "They...feed me...plenty."

It honestly bothered Phineas that as soon as Phineas had started talking about himself during their first encounter, Marissa's energy seemed to have depleted, and she returned to speaking in a slow, mechanical manner. There would be times where she appeared to be struggling how to pronounce certain words. In fact, Phineas himself had to correct her a few times, but assumed at first that Marissa was just kidding around.

But how could anyone joke around about something like a speech pattern unless they were being insulting? This seemed all too genuine to be fake, yet their first meeting had Marissa speaking in rapid-fire. It confused Phineas; a lot of things about this girl confused him.

"And this...place isn't...so bad," Marissa shrugged, "It's...comfy..."

"Doesn't make it any better than you always sit around here doing nothing," Phineas said, "Why does Candace keep you down here, anyway? Or...does she even know about...?"

"She does...this...uh...to...to...protract me."

"You mean protect."

"...Yes..."

Phineas tilted his head. "It still doesn't make much sense to me," he said, "I mean, there are plenty of people here who live in the upper floors who don't work for the Resistance. Even I live up there. What makes you different?"

"I...don't...know," Marissa said, "I've wanted to...ask...but I...just...can't."

"Why not?"

"...I don't...want to...sound...ungrateful."

Phineas glared. "That shouldn't mean that you spend all your life underground," he said, "You've been done here so long that you don't even know what clouds are."

"I know what...they are," Marissa said, "I just...fail to know what...what they...uh...luck right."

"Look."

"Lick."

"Look."

"Lock."

"Loooook."

"Lo..ook...?"

Phineas smiled. "Good," he said, "You're getting the hang of it now...sort of, anyway."

"Talk...talking, you mean? Oh...it's not...much prog...gress...I mistook...those words...be...fore..."

Phineas frowned, feeling that Marissa was talking even slower now. "Hasn't anyone helped you with that?" he asked.

"No...Candace and...Isabella are...too...busy..."

"Well...I'm not."

Marissa blinked at Phineas. "...Really...?" she asked, "I...don't want to...impose..."

"Trust me," Phineas smirked, "I've got so little to do around here, it would improve my attitude around this place if I actually DID stuff."

"But...you seem...to always be...in a good...dude."

"It's mood. And I'm NOT a happy person when I'm constantly bored. Boredom is something I will NOT put."

Marissa gave another one of her small smiles and giggled a little. Phineas returned a grin. "Besides, it'll be easy," he said, "You already know how to read and write. All we gotta do is put that skill into talking."

"Well...if...you...say...so."

"I know so. Now, say that LAST sentence faster."

"Uh...well...if...you..."

"No, no, no, faster."

"...If you...say so."

"Better. Now, a little more."

"...If you...say...so..."

Phineas shook his head. "You gotta have more confidence than that, Marissa," he smiled, and nudged Marissa, "Now c'mon! One more time!"

Marissa looked over to the smaller child, who grinned up at her in a determined fashion. Marissa stared down silently, tugging at her skirt before the smallest of smiles came across her face once again. She took a soft breath and Phineas waited anxiously. "...If you say so."

Doofenshmirtz spent most of the day slamming his head onto the wall of his bed impatiently, until it would give him a massive headache or until someone would happen to come into the room to stop him. Of course, this was the only way he'd been able to entertain himself since he got injured from the building collapsing, other than his usually spats with Schnitzel, who was the person who'd usually enter the room. But it wasn't Schnitzel this time, though. It was a different doctor of whom he could remember little about.

What was her name again? Dr. Hi...Hiro...no? Hirano! Dr. Hirano!

...What the hell was she doing there?

"How are you feeling, Doofenshmirtz, sir?"

"Where's Alice?"

It was so weird asking that question, and it painted it as if he cared about her well-being. Sure, he was wondering if something had happened to her, but wouldn't they have brought that up immediately to him in the first place? In fact, Dr. Hirano seemed relatively nervous at the very mention of Schnitzel's name. "Uh...well...she's working on another patient," Dr. Hirano said in an even tone, "She told me to check on you immediately."

"Why would she trust ANY of you to check on me?"

"Because of the Norm-Bots, sir."

"Ah, yes...alright. Believable."

Dr. Hirano sighed. Was it of relief? Doofenshmirtz rose an eyebrow. "Alright then," Dr. Hirano smiled, "I'll come and check on you later, then, sir."

"Actually, Miss Hirano," Doofenshmirtz said, "I'd like to have a word with Schnitzel later, if you don't mind."

"...Uh..."

"Oh, who am I kidding? I don't CARE if you mind or not. If Schnitzel is planning SOMETHING then it's best that you TELL me up front."

"...I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

Doofenshmirtz had to admit, they chose a rather upstanding woman to check up on him. Dr. Hirano remained completely and utterly calm in the situation, to the point where Doofenshmirtz almost thought that he was overreacting. But something was clearly wrong here, and he wasn't about to let it slide. He folded his hands calmly.

"Alright," Doofenshmirtz said, "If that's the case, then you are dismissed."

Dr. Hirano turned around. "And Dr. Hirano," Doofenshmirtz interrupted, "Please, if you will, send in someone else for me to interro-err-interact. It's getting boring in here, you see, and I have some questions about the other patients."

Dr. Hirano mentally cussed as she nodded to Doofenshmirtz, soon after leaving the room. Doofenshmirtz hummed to himself in a satisfied tone, knowing well that whatever Schnitzel did, he was going to murder her for. Slowly, painfully, and as grotesque as possible. Doofenshmirtz lied back down in a relaxed position as he waited. Soon, he wasn't going to be bored anymore.

A/N:

Star Wars Reference belongs to Star Wars, btw. (I was watching Phineas and Ferb: Star Wars, don't judge me)

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