Unfortunately, THIS is where everything begins to slow down; though not by much. I've thought too much about this sequel to go on a hiatus.

So, I just started college this last week, and I just got a lead in the show Annie for my Spotlight group (I'm Miss Hannigan; oh, yush) so I'm gonna be working pretty hard on that stuff. Since that's a top priority, I may falter with the updates for this a bit, and I'm sorry if I do. I have a life now, it seems, so I have to tend to that and stuff. XD

As for now, I'm gonna try to still update this once or twice a week.

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

Marissa Flynn owns Marissa

Porkins belongs to Star Wars (but I love his name, so I keep using him anyway) who also belong to Disney...so HA.

I own this story and the rest of its contents.

Enjoy!

P/F/P/F

There was a grave silence in the hall outside of the medical room as a line of doctors were filed against the wall, some nervous, others trying to look strong and dignified in spite their current situation. The very thought of being interrogated by Doofenshmirtz one-by-one was terrifying to say the least, but as Dr. Hirano began pacing back and fourth, she knew that it was best to keep Schnitzel's escapade a secret. There was no going back on this, and she'd be damned if she allowed any of those who she worked with in the past slip out anything vital. She knew Doofenshmirtz well enough to know that just a fragment would be enough for him to piece everything together.

Then again, just the sheer lack of Schnitzel's presence was getting Doofenshmirtz suspicious. Hirano wondered whether or not Doofenshmirtz had already figured it all out and was only making sure if his ideas were correct. Then she thought, no; he wouldn't be asking so many questions if that were the case. She didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing...

...No, it was probably a bad thing whether he knew for sure or not.

However, Hirano trusted that the others would hold their tongues. They were trained for this situation among others, anyway. Hirano turned to Dr. Johnson. "You said nothing?" she asked.

"Not a word," Johnson assured, "Don't worry. All of us made a solemn oath."

"Solemn oath my ass," Dr. Porkins growled, "SOMEONE is gonna slip! There's too much tension in the air for someone NOT to!"

Hirano hushed Porkins, glaring. "Shut up," she hissed, "Please? We at least need to keep this a secret as long as we possibly can. We don't know what'll happen if he finds out."

"He'll probably gut us like fish," Porkins gulped, "Or decapitate us and put our heads on staffs!"

"Thank you for the images, Porkins," Hirano sighed, "You've been a reassurance to us all."

"I'm only being HONEST," Porkins said exasperatedly, "YOU were thinking it too!"

"Actually..." Johnson trailed off, and she rubbed her arm nervously as her agreement was made clear.

"Look, can we please just calm down?" Hirano asked with a weak smile, "As long as Doofenshmirtz doesn't know, we'll be fine. Who knows? Maybe he'll brush it all off."

Minutes later, as the other doctors just began taking Hirano's advice, a sudden boom filled them with dread, and shook the entire building. Many clung to each other, or ran to take cover, or flat out passed out on the floor at the sound of Doofenshmirtz's roar. It was so loud, that everyone in town could hear, and many copied the same reactions as those inside DEI. Hirano felt the shattering waves of her hope as she heard the three dreaded words:

"SCHNITZEL DID WHAT?!"

Moments later a body was sent flying through the doors of the medical room, landing squarely on Hirano, who stared up. The doctor on top of her looked shaken, even near tears. "I-I'm sorry," he whimpered before anyone could scold him, "I was weak! I WAS WEAK!"

With that, the doctor fled the scene sobbing his eyes out. Hirano sat up, her jaw dropped as Doofenshmirtz suddenly stood in the front door, his eye red with fury. This was short lived, as his strength immediately depleted, though this time he was determined to remain conscious. He used the door frame as support, and looked ahead at the doctors, some of who went to assist Doofenshmirtz only to be shoved away. His gaze went directly to Hirano, who cursed herself for being in line of range.

"You," Doofenshmirtz growled, "Get me my phone...NOW."

"...and that is why I do NOT wear lederhosen."

Buford gave a rather proud grin as he witnessed those who cared to listen to his story pale a little. Phineas felt himself shuffle awkwardly as he glanced back and forth at the bulky child, and over to Dr. Baljeet, who stared in pure disgust. Irving stared rather blankly, though was probably sharing the same thoughts as Phineas, while Django began snickering at nothing in particular. Phineas supposed that this was going to be his life now, having to deal with Buford's strange stories, along with many other things he'd have to list out.

"Okay," Dr. Baljeet began after a long pause took place, "First of all, none of us asked you about your interesting...encounter, and secondly that was the most disgusting revelation I have EVER heard. Not to mention the most specific; I mean, who even wears lederhosen in this country?"

Dr. Baljeet motioned to the rest of the crowd, who didn't pay attention to their discussion. Phineas leaned on his arm, and looked over to Irving just as the boy rose his hand shyly. Those at the table looked to his direction, with Dr. Baljeet giving a bit of a sour look to him.

"I've worn lederhosen before-"

"NO ONE ASKED YOU, IRVING!"

Irving in response to the reaction given shrunk back as Dr. Baljeet leaned across the table, trying to look intimidating. So far, it only worked for Irving, which was why he seemed to get picked on a lot. Phineas, who sat on the other side between Buford and Dr. Baljeet, genuinely felt bad for him sometimes even though everyone would do this to him. Phineas wasn't one to judge, considering that he was someone who would probably vent on another person anyway in the case that may be.

Django let out a calming sigh as he shook his head, putting his hand on Irving's should comfortingly while turning his gaze toward Dr. Baljeet. "C'mon, bro," he said rather melodiously, "Lay off the poor guy. You're just feeling stressed is all."

Dr. Baljeet rolled his eyes at Django as he seated himself back down. "And YOU have obviously been smoking those disgusting fumes again," he spat, "You would be making your sister proud."

"Not cool, 'Jeet," Django said with a frown, "Not cool."

"It's DR. Baljeet...sigh...and I apologize. That was rude of me...but you must know that I am right."

Apparently, some of the members horded some kind of drug to help other members calm their minds and such. They weren't illegal in the Resistance, of course, since Candace had even suggested that some of the more stress-prone soldiers take the medication. Some, like Django, however, would get dangerously addicted to it upon consuming too much of it. Yet another decision that many had come to question of Candace.

Phineas sighed, not commenting on the subject, but listening carefully to the conversation nonetheless. He hadn't been speaking much to anyone lately, now that he thought about it. So out of character...Phineas thought to himself that perhaps he should be more open with his new...uh...were they his friends? He had only started talking to them recently. Then again, for what they were like, they seemed accepting enough; it was much friendlier treatment than back at DEI, that was for sure.

So why did it feel like that something was missing?

"I think we all get what you're saying though, Dr. Baljeet," Irving said softly, avoiding Dr. Baljeet's gaze and quickly looking towards his other friend, "Django...what you're doing isn't healthy."

"It helps me forget the negative vibes," Django said calmly, almost in a state of meditation, "Relaxation...is the key to art. That's what Jenny tells me."

"Jen's as addicted as YOU are, Artsy Fartsy," Buford mocked, "Maybe even more. Not sure if she's a good resource or not."

"I AM not sure, Buford," Dr. Baljeet corrected.

"Who asked YOU, nerd?" Buford growled, "Look, all I'm sayin' is that you may be lettin' this get to ya'...of course, if you actually SHARED some of this stuff with me-"

"BUFORD!"

Phineas ducked down as Dr. Baljeet leaned over threateningly at Buford, who was annoyed but unfazed. Django by now looked humored, while Irving shrunk down in terror at the reaction. Dr. Baljeet was feisty for someone who had barely any muscle, Phineas gave him that much.

"I assure you, bros," Django smiled, "I am at peace with the world. I've barely had a whiff of the stuff today."

"Tell that to the guy smelling marijuana," Irving mumbled before feeling Django's arm wrap around his neck in a friendly gesture.

"It's NOT marijuana, my friend," Django said, "You're off the keester."

"Then what is it supposed to be?" Dr. Baljeet asked curiously, "Heroin or something?"

Django blinked dumbly before he answered with a simple shrug. "Let me put it like this," he said, "It's like a piece of heaven that never leaves you."

"Heaven's meeting with Hell very soon, my high friend," Buford snickered, earning a look from Dr. Baljeet.

Django appeared unfazed by Buford, and even seemed to laugh at the bully's joke. By now, Phineas had turned his head from the conversation, and laid eyes on none other than Isabella, who appeared to be just leaving with the other FireStorm Girls, all of whom were complaining a bit about something. Phineas could hardly hear their conversation, but by the information Phineas had gathered about her, Isabella was probably starting to overwork them. Of course, this happened quite a bit, and the girls were soon straightened out and back to their hard work outside of the mess hall.

Phineas continued to watch Isabella, something he realized he had started to do ever since he had first seen her. There was no logic to it, really; Phineas just found himself intrigued with Isabella's practices. It wasn't all the time, even, it was more like every time he came across her. Which, he remembered, wasn't all that often...he should talk to her, Phineas thought. Maybe they could become friends, or maybe she would break his spine? Either way, it was rude of him to have yet one conversation with her while he managed to at least try to get to know the people currently at his table.

"Yo? Earth to Dinner Bell?"

Phineas blinked back into reality, almost sighing at the insulting nickname, one of which was given to everyone Buford met and belittled. He looked to the others. "...Huh?" he said, suddenly feeling a bit slow on reacting; he did, however, notice the look of confusion on everyone's faces, and immediately stepped it up, "What? What is it?"

"Well, um, I asked how you were," Irving said quietly, "You've been silent this whole conversation, and...um..."

Irving shrunk down again, and was almost completely ignored afterwards.

"You zoned out," Buford simplified, "We boring you, or somethin'?"

"N-no!" Phineas said, "That's not it at all, I-!"

"Jeez, calm down," Buford snickered, "I was only joshing with you. I haven't even pounded you yet, and you act like I have. You need to relax."

Phineas seem to obey those words, and returned to his small hunch with a sigh. Dr. Baljeet then butted back into the conversation, saying, "Of course, your stress levels are to be desired. It's best to ALWAYS be attentive, no matter what."

"Yeah, yeah, keeping squawking," Buford said, "You just LOVE to hear yourself, don'tcha?"

Dr. Baljeet growled, which Django began to laugh once again, either at nothing or at Dr. Baljeet's reaction to Buford's retort. Phineas seemed to find some reverence to Buford's words, yet it was probably from the uncomfortableness he felt whenever Dr. Baljeet glared at someone. It was never a fearsome look, but it made everyone feel that Dr. Baljeet had some sort of god-complex. Dr. Baljeet soon calmed himself, and politely resided himself, looking to Phineas.

"What is on your mind?" Dr. Baljeet asked, glancing once at Buford, who looked far too innocent for it to be genuine.

"Uh...nothing much, actually," Phineas shrugged, "I gotta be honest, not much has happened since I came here."

Other than finding someone who may or may not be related to him, or be a clone of his sister, or whatever Marissa could be. One way or another, Phineas would figure out that mystery, or be damned. He would triumph, he swore to it that he would! But that wasn't really something that he felt should be discussed to them as of yet. Perhaps later, once he had more tolerance for them?

"Really?" Django asked, "A lot of stuff happens to us."

"That is because we have faced deadly robots," Dr. Baljeet began to list out, "Mutated plants, evil dictators-."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back up a bit," Phineas cut in, "What was that part about mutated plants and evil dictators? I thought that Doofenshmirtz was the only problem we had?"

"Has it occurred to you that we are out of state yet from Danville yet we are still hidden from the world?"

"Well, I wouldn't say from the world, I mean, not everyone knows about us-"

"You are taking my words too literally."

"I know. Sorry. It's a thing I do to people. Go on."

Dr. Baljeet rose an eyebrow, wondering if Phineas insulted him or not, but decided to brush it off for the moment and went onto explaining. "About seven years ago, right when Doofenshmirtz began his reign," he said, "An organization known as the League Of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments of Naughtiness-"

"Wait," Phineas tilted his head, "They called themselves LOVEMUFFIN?"

"Yes, Phineas, yes they did," Dr. Baljeet said, "Now let me finish. Please?"

"Right, right," Phineas nodded, "My apologies. Continue."

"Anyways," Dr. Baljeet went on, "LOVEMUFFIN soon began taking over Tri-State Areas all over the country, and soon everyone was taken over. As a result, Resistances were placed all over the country, or...at least most of them so far. We haven't made contact with everyone, unfortunately. In any case, this state has also been taken over, by one named Professor Mystery."

"Ah, yes, that riot," Django sighed romantically, "He's a saint compared to Doofenshmirtz...that, or a dense. I can't tell which."

Phineas winced a bit at the mention of his father, realizing that none of them knew that they were related. Or perhaps they did, and they just assumed that Phineas hated Doofenshmirtz just as much. Regardless, Phineas decided to find a way to change the subject. He went with the first thing that popped into his head.

"So, what can you tell me about Isabella?"

Wait, what? THAT was the first thing? What the hell was he thinking?! The mutant plants seemed more proper to discuss than Isabella, now that he thought about it, but his mouth didn't seem to work in his favor. He looked to see Buford suddenly shifting angrily.

"Don't say her name around me," Buford fumed, "Don't even MENTION her presence."

Buford glanced back to see Isabella, who was now watching them carefully. Phineas peered over as well, and seemed to meet eyes with Isabella just for a moment before he automatically turned away, swallowing some saliva as if he were nervous. Which he wasn't. He wasn't nervous at all.

Phineas looked back to Buford in confusion. "All I said was-"

"Seriously, DON'T," Buford said, poking a finger at Phineas' nose, "You think your sister and I have problems, ha! The very mention of her name makes me want to flip tables!"

Phineas looked to Dr. Baljeet for an answer to Buford's sudden rage, which earned a smirk from the young scientist. "It's a question of pride," he explained, "Isabella has beaten Buford in several types of physical and non-physical activities. They are born rivals."

"And Isabella always wins," Irving cheerfully stated before earning a glare from Buford, to which he shrunk back in fear.

"Really?" Phineas asked, "There's no way. I mean, I believe in multi-talents, but there's no possible way that she can beat him at everything...is there?"

Phineas regretted his ending choice words as Buford snarled at him, ready to punch him in the face. Phineas quickly rose up his hands in defense before the bully could do anything to him. "Hey, hey!" he said, "I'm on YOUR side, here! Is it really that humiliating to have-?"

"She won against him in arm wrestling, thumb wrestling, wrestling-wrestling..." Django suddenly started listing, which only rose Buford's rage, much to Phineas, Irving, and even Dr. Baljeet's disgruntlement, "...and let's not forget checkers. Ah, checkers, that might be my favorite word after that moment-"

"DUCK FOR COVER!" Irving shrieked, and immediately Phineas and Dr. Baljeet followed him away from the table, which Buford soon after flipped over with Django on it.

All eyes turned to the scene, and there was a short silence followed by murmuring as Buford began to pant, calming himself down. Phineas looked to see that the table was now on top of Django, who was still chill about the whole thing. That boy was DEFINITELY high, Phineas thought as he and Dr. Baljeet went to help Django back up. Buford looked around the crowd.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT?!"

All heads turned away, some glancing out of curiosity, but for the most part trying to look away from Buford, who huffed in satisfaction. Phineas looked back to Buford. "Apparently it is," he said slowly.

"What'cha dooin'?"

Phineas flinched at the voice, and looked to see Isabella, standing behind him. Of course, she wasn't talking to him; she was talking to Buford. Of course. THAT made more sense, especially given how pissed off Isabella looked. The said FireStorm leader stepped towards Buford, walking passed Phineas like he didn't exist as he watched her with a dry mouth.

Buford responded with a growl, while Isabella repeated her question, "Seriously, WHAT are you doing? You can't just go around flipping tables, Buford. Violence won't prove you're any more of a man that you are," Isabella turned with a huff, a small smirk on her lips as she began to walk away, "Not that you ARE one."

The FireStorm Girls, who were apparently watching, oo'ed at Isabella's remark, and soon all eyes were turning back to the scene again. Dr. Baljeet began ushering Phineas, Irving, and Django away from Buford, whose anger was starting again. Phineas seemed to focus right at Isabella once again, as she seemed to anticipate Buford starting something. Irving whimpered, earning a glance from the red-haired boy.

"I hate it when Isabella does this," Irving said, "Whenever she gets a chance, she tries to start a fight so she can show off or humiliate someone. When it's BUFORD, though..."

Phineas wasn't sure if Irving was talking to him or to himself, but he decided to take those words into account of the situation. Buford continued to glare Isabella down, as the FireStorm Girl smirked at him, her hands on her hips. "Those are FIGHTING words, girlie!" Buford said, "And I am not one to turn down a brawl!"

Isabella seemed satisfied with his answer, but tried to calm the bully down regardless. "Now, now, Buford," she said, "Let's not do anything hasty. After all," she glanced to those in the room, "There are people present. We don't want anyone getting hurt, now DO we?"

"Oh my goodness," Irving whined, "She's doing it again!"

"Hush, will you," Dr. Baljeet hissed, "I want to see how this ends."

"Bros, bros," Django said, trying to get in between the fight before he was pulled back by Irving and Dr. Baljeet, "Make love, not war."

"That's not gonna help, man," Phineas said flatly.

"Oh, NO!" Buford said, "I am NOT going by YOUR terms! We're settling this HERE and NOW! I will NOT be treated like a doormat by YOU any longer!"

"Oh, is that right?"

"Yes," Buford smirked sadistically, "I can bend you like a twig, girlie-girl! You think just because you're a FireStorm Girl means you can beat the awesome power of Buford? You're NOTHING!"

Phineas bit his lip at the sudden change of tone. He glanced around as a crowd began to form, one who felt just as tense as he did. Phineas watched as Buford continued to throw insults at Isabella, who slowly began to frown at him in an unimpressed way. A few insults made her twitch, like they hit a nerve, but once Buford finally stopped, Isabella bowed her head and rose it back up with a silly grin.

Isabella giggled in an uncharacteristically girly way. "Oh, Buford," she said as she tip-toed over to him, "Let me tell you what I'm gonna do."

Once in Buford's range, Isabella proceeded to grab him by the collar, glaring into his eyes challengingly. "I'm gonna break more than your arms and legs," she threatened, "No, no, I will break your pride until it is NOTHING. So; you wanna go verbal or physical, buddy, 'cause I've got you beat either way."

Isabella gave a crafty smirk, one that made her troop giggle in excitement for what was about to happen. "And you wanna know the funny part?" she asked, "There is NOTHING you can do about it."

Buford flinched in fear at first before he gained back his ground. He huffed like a bull, and managed to push Isabella to the floor. He cracked his fists while Isabella stood back off, dusting herself off. "Bring it," he growled, pulling back like he was in an arena before he barreled straight for Isabella.

Isabella reacted swiftly as she dove under Buford's legs and slid back up to her feet, posing the crane as she gave a cocky smirk to the boy. Buford turned around, and leapt straight for Isabella, who jumped over him as if she were playing leapfrog with him. Landing in a crouch, she eyed her troop, or rather she seemed to be. Her eyes seemed to lock with Phineas', but that might've just been him. "Let me show you how it's done," Isabella said lowly as she leapt into action, kicking Buford in the stomach.

Buford fell back, and immediately grabbed Isabella by her leg, slamming her down to the floor. Isabella squeaked in pain, but didn't let it effect her stance as she prepare another front, aiming for Buford's legs, only to be grabbed by her own. Buford threw Isabella up into the air, and prepared to punch her only for Isabella to catch herself on his fist, blocking his punch while in midair.

The crowd stared in awe at the battle before them, including Phineas, as confused as he was. He glanced to Dr. Baljeet. "Does...does this happen usually?" he whispered.

"At least once a week," Dr. Baljeet grinned, "You should've seen LAST WEEK'S fight!"

"I didn't take you for someone who liked this kind of violence," Phineas blinked.

"Anything that humiliates Buford," Dr. Baljeet cackled, "Is a sporting event to me!"

Phineas looked back to the fight, in which Isabella managed to pin Buford down, and started pulling at his leg towards his back. "Say. Uncle!" Isabella ordered.

In spite the pain, Buford turned back to Isabella determinedly. He proceeded to pull his body forward, and lift himself up, flipping him and Isabella over, and slamming her to the ground. Isabella looked pissed off by now as Buford leapt back up to his feet, yelling, "NEVER!"

Isabella ran towards Buford, slamming her fists into the palms of his hands. They kept pushing back and forth at each other, and cheers began to grow all around which served to fire up their egos.

"I-SA-BEL-LA! I-SA-BEL-LA!"

"GO BUFORD! GO BUFORD!"

"Yes, Isabella!" Dr. Baljeet cheered over the crowds with a crazy laugh, "Bring him the pain!"

Buford turned to Dr. Baljeet, pausing the fight as he pointed his finger at him threateningly. "After I cream her," Buford growled, "I'm comin' for YOU!"

Dr. Baljeet immediately shut his mouth, but as soon as Buford continued to beat at Isabella, his cheers went on also. Phineas, not really choosing a side at this point, looked back and forth and then forward as he saw someone moving through the crowd, pushing people out of the way. The fight was immediately stopped by a long Bo, which served to smack the two rivals a part. Isabella and Buford growled at each other, even as Candace stepped in between them, glaring. Before Isabella or Buford could continue the fight, Candace twirled her Bo and knocked them back again.

"That's ENOUGH," Candace snarled, looking back and forth from Buford to Isabella, "Neither of you are proving anything other than your immaturity! Act like adults!"

Candace pointed at Buford. "YOU have been causing enough trouble as is, I don't need more of THIS from you!"

Buford glared at Candace, proceeding to flip her off once his leader's back was turned.

She turned to Isabella. "YOU are second in command! I expect BETTER from you, Isabella!"

Isabella glanced down, glaring hard at the floor, neither ashamed or satisfied.

"Now BOTH OF YOU," Candace yelled, " 30 laps! 'ROUND the field! NOW!"

Buford and Isabella groaned as they seemed to surrender their position completely, earning a nod from Candace. Phineas looked to Dr. Baljeet. "The field? But...we're underground. Is there another room here, or-?"

"She is talking about the cornfield," Dr. Baljeet said, "This is the usual punishment for their fights, whenever she catches them in the act that is," he sighed in disappointment, "It kills the mood."

"What was that?"

Dr. Baljeet flinched in terror as Candace glared over him. "Do I take it that you want to JOIN them?" Candace threatened

"N-no, of course not," Dr. Baljeet chuckled, "They deserve it! Shame on them for what they have done, he-he."

Candace responded with an eye-roll, looking over to Phineas with a bit of a smirk. "You get used to this kind of things quick," Candace said, nudging her brother before walking away, being followed by Buford and Isabella, who were throwing mental daggers at one another.

Phineas smiled a little as his sister went by, before he felt Buford pushing him and the crowd out of his path. Given his current state of mind, Phineas assumed that it wasn't a good idea to say anything about it to the bully, finally understanding his raw power. Isabella walked past also, giving a glance to Phineas. He found himself smiling a bit at her as well, only for Isabella to give a huff as she walked away.

Phineas' eyes followed Isabella, even after she was nowhere to be seen. The crowd by now had broken a part, and everyone returned to what they were doing before, including the FireStorm Girls, who trudged onward to their training room without their leader. Phineas found himself smirking a bit. "...She's...interesting."

"Yes, well," Dr. Baljeet said, unknowingly snapping Phineas back into reality, "That is Isabella for you. She's a firecracker, that one."

"She's cool, bro," Django sighed, "So cool."

"I don't like how she starts fights like that," Irving complained, "Now we're never gonna sleep tonight..."

"Really?" Phineas asked, "How come?"

"Buford NEVER shuts up about it," Dr. Baljeet sighed, "Not until dawn, that is. Let's just say that you're lucky you have your own room, Phineas."

Phineas thought about it for a moment for the meaning dawned on him. He patted Dr. Baljeet on the back. "I am so sorry."

"It is how we live," Dr. Baljeet shrugged, "You get used to it."

"That's something I've been hearing an awful lot lately," Phineas said with a frown, "Is it really that bad here?"

"Let's put it like this, bro," Django said, wrapping an arm around Phineas, "Life may suck, but you deal with it in wonderful ways...sigh...such wonderful ways..."

Django leaned his face onto Phineas', pulling the boy into an awkward but loving hug. Phineas looked over at Dr. Baljeet and Irving, who had no idea how to react in the situation. Django began to nuzzle Phineas, saying, "I love you man. I really do. Have-have I ever told any of you guys that?"

Django looked at Dr. Baljeet and Irving, who backed up a bit as they gave awkward smiles. "I do not recall," Dr. Baljeet chuckled, "But I assure you, actions speak much louder than words...unfortunately..."

Phineas blinked, feeling a familiar sense of irritation. "...Please let me go, Django."

Miles away in the sky, just past the border of the Tri-State Area, Schnitzel continued her venture towards the Resistance Base. Having obtained the DNA from Phineas from previous events, Schnitzel was able to use the tracking device within the blimp she had so courteously borrowed. She was almost in awe at the sight of the clouds and all forms below her, all considering that she hadn't left the Tri-State Area in over seven years. It all reminded her about the trips she took to Drusselstien and back after all the heartbreak she had gone through with Doofenshmirtz.

"That really was immature of me," Schnitzel muttered as she pushed aside the memory once again, "I should've just been there for him...I wouldn't even accept his calls..."

Schnitzel wondered if any of those calls had to do with his wife tragically passing leaving him with a child to care for by himself, or during somewhere after his daughter's own demise. Ever since she found out what had happened to Charlene, having learned this during the night where Roger was murdered by Doofenshmirtz, she felt like she could've done something for her oldest friend, and after learning about Vanessa the guilt consumed her.

She hadn't seen what had happened to her own eyes, but she herself had entered that room within the Chandelier Space. Schnitzel had suspicions of what the room could possibly be and what that stain on the wall was, but was never able to look further into the subject until Phineas found the room. It was the best moment for her, and to be fair Doofenshmirtz DID nearly kill her that day. It came as a shock that Doofenshmirtz ended up with a child after marrying Charlene. Then again, it was even more shocking that he had more than one child.

Of course...there WAS the likeliness between Doofenshmirtz and Phineas...maybe it was a dead giveaway from the beginning, and Schnitzel was only gushing over it because she didn't want to believe it.

"Wait...why wouldn't I want to believe that?"

Perhaps it was because maybe Phineas, so young and dare she even say innocent, would inevitably turn out like Doofenshmirtz in the end?

"...Well, I've been talking to myself a lot lately," Schnitzel openly stated, "When I get back, I'm gonna have to check the DSM to see if that's some kind of diagnosable mental disorder."

That's when she heard the sound of ringing through the blimp. Schnitzel's eyes widened in horror. "Oh, god," she said feeling a mist of panic, "I'm starting to hear things now! I'm finally going mad from all the chaos that life (and Doofenshmirtz) hath bestowed upon me! WHY IS THIS LIFE SO CRUEL?!"

Schnitzel happened to turn her head to the side, seeing the control panel blinking on and off. She blinked slowly as it continued to ring, slowly piecing together and reminding herself that, indeed, she was staring at a phone. After realizing this, she mentally face-palmed herself before going to answer it. Schnitzel paused mid-grab.

"Wait...why would anyone other than Doofenshmirtz know the number to this blimp?"

She paused once again as her brain wheeled back.

"Oh, god, they DIDN'T!"

A/N:

Or alternatively...

Alice Schnitzel: Dr. Hirano, you guys had ONE job! ONE JOB, dammit!

Ah, yeah...nothing changes for Schnitzel, poor baby. Nothing at all. But that's what you were hoping for, probably. You were also hoping for another cliffhanger...you weren't? Oh...well ain't that just too bad? XD

Also, sorry about the random fight scene. I feel like I should've added it in. Oh, and should I have mentioned that there's gonna be some Phinabella in this? 'Cause I feel like I should mention that now, for those of you who are into that sort of thing.

I hope you all enjoyed, regardless!

Please, review, follow, favorite, or whatever you like! I appreciate the love and stuff! XD

-GTS