Okay, so, I kept feeling that "The Prisoner" was just…too bland for a title, so I changed it to something that's less common, I guess. ^^;

I hope this doesn't cause too much of a confusion or anything. Just thought I should let you know why I ended up changing the title.

"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.

P/F/P/F

Panic was an understatement at this point. Currently, Schnitzel was trying to piece together how Doofenshmirtz had figured it out so quickly before remembering that he was probably too smart to simply allow her sudden disappearance to slip out of mind. In hindsight, she should've known not to assume that those who knew of her travel wouldn't have fallen under pressure. Why didn't she come up with any alternatives, why-why-WHY?!

The phone continued to ring, and during the time, Schnitzel's thoughts flew.

"Okay, okay, don't panic Alice, don't panic. Just ignore it, and he'll have to stop eventually."

Schnitzel crossed her arms and her legs awkwardly as she tried to look away from the phone. The ringing continued, and she found herself twitching as she tried to plug her ears, humming a tune to herself. A thought suddenly struck her and her eyes widened in terror.

"But if I don't answer, he'll get even angrier...the sooner I answer, the less his rage with be enticed."

Schnitzel reached out to the phone, and that's when the ringing stopped. She gasped. "Oh god, I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! AAAAAH!" she said, proceeding to leap out of her chair and hid behind it, whimpering, "Oh god, why~?! Why did I decide to do this?! WHY?!"

Schnitzel curled up on the ground, sobbing in a heaping mess. The phone began to ring again, snapping her out of her sorrow. "Oh no, he's still calling," she said, "He's really mad! O-okay, don't-AUGH! Pant-pant, o-okay, you just-just gotta calm down Alice. Calm. Down..."

Taking a deep breath, Schnitzel stood up and walked over to the phone. Finally, she picked it up, and put it to her ear. "Hello, Heinz," she greeted casually, "How's it hanging, bro?"

Yeah, he's not gonna buy that, Alice, you dumb piece of crap, you're gonna die!

With that in mind, Schnitzel almost automatically pulled her head away as she heard an angry spiral of rage sounding from the phone. She accidentally let the device slip from her hand as she shrieked and fell over onto her bottom. Schnitzel crawled for the phone as it began to shudder and vibrate, and she grabbed it, staring at it as Doofenshmirtz continued his angry, incoherent ramble. Fifteen minutes later, the sound went out, and Schnitzel was hesitant as she pressed the phone back up to her ear.

"Uh...l-let's calm down a bit, Heinz," Schnitzel swallowed before scratching her neck, "Now just repeat what you told me...o-oh...you're going to rip out my torso, huh? And scratch out my eyes?"

Schnitzel began to feel sick, and gulped back the bile in her stomach. She let out another sigh, and remained firm. "Well, that's going to be...yes, I get it, you're going to rip out my torso, pluck my eyes out, and make me eat my own stomach...and what with my ass, I couldn't…oh…that's a little excessive, don't you think?"

Schnitzel pulled her ear away from the phone once again as Doofenshmirtz began adding to the list of things he planned to do to her. Schnitzel sighed, and moments later, placed the phone back to her ear. The rambling continued, but by now her ears had adjusted themselves to take the screaming as it was. Schnitzel hugged her knees with her free arm.

"W-well," Schnitzel hesitated, though she suddenly gained some confidence as she spoke, "Riddle me this, Heinrich Doofenshmirtz: how are you gonna do that while I'm out here, huh? Didn't think of that, now did you..."

Schnitzel paled as her confidence left as soon as it entered.

"...What do you mean that you did...I should be afraid of what exactly…hello...Heinz...?"

Schnitzel slipped the phone down to her chest, her skin becoming white. "...He hung up on me..."

She then lied down on the floor, staring up into the ceiling blankly, waiting. Thoughts flew as she wondered what was in store for her now. "What was I thinking…?" Schnitzel asked herself.

This was a terrible idea. She decided there and then that she should turn around and forget the mission entirely before it was too late.

"But Phineas…"

Before she could finish her thoughts, the engine of the airship suddenly exploded, and Schnitzel found herself trying to stay grounded as her means of transport crashed into the earth below. Her screams died out immediately upon impact, just as her head met with the roof above.

Doofenshmirtz cackled as he hung up the phone. Those in the room stared at him fearfully as the dictator appeared to be losing his mind. He attempted to push himself up off of the bed he was placed back on, only to be pushed by Dr. Hirano, who he glared at darkly. Yet another smirk came across his face.

"May you hand me that remote over there?" Doofenshmirtz asked politely, "The purple one with the red button."

Dr. Hirano hesitated, but after staring at Doofenshmirtz who was beginning to lose patience, she sighed in defeat and did as she was told. She handed the remote that had been lying on a counter within the medical room to Doofenshmirtz, who glanced over to the window as he pressed the only button on the remote. He then placed it on his lap and lied in a relaxed position. Everyone looked confused.

"…Sir?" Dr. Hirano asked, mentally asking herself if she dared, "What did you do, exactly?"

Doofenshmirtz looked to the doctor, almost glad that she asked. "You know that old…perk, I suppose you'd call it, that I used to have with those self-destruct buttons?" he asked, "Or rather, has Schnitzel ever brought up that interesting little fact about me? I'm sure she has at least once or twice."

Dr. Hirano hesitated. "Uh…yes?"

"Well," Doofenshmirtz reclined, "I sort of lied when I said I got over that habit."

Dr. Hirano's eyes widened in horror as Doofenshmirtz continued to smile as patronizingly as he could. "You mean you set the blimp," she said slowly, "The one Schnitzel is on, that is…to explode? Is that what you are telling me?"

"Eeyup."

"And…you're completely cool with this?"

Doofenshmirtz stared at Dr. Hirano flatly. "Hirano, I'll have you know Schnitzel can survive anything," he said sticking out his finger, "whether it's from falling, drowning (she can hold her breath for at least six hours, I mean, c'mon), suffocation, maiming, you name it. An explosion is nothing to be concerned with."

"That includes the fact that it'll crash into who-knows-where?"

"Yes."

"Outside of the Tri-State Area?"

"Of course."

"…I repeat, outside of the Tri-State Area, that she has not ventured out of in…how many years again, sir?"

"…I fail to see where this is going."

"Sir," Dr. Hirano sighed, "Let me reiterate, for I cannot stress this enough. You are allowing the one person who you've trusted to keep us in line, keep all of your major secrets and conspiracies and many other things that you've placed on her shoulders, to fall outside of a safe-zone that she has not been out of since you took over. And you are simply going to let her go off on her own, with the mentality of 'she's survived everything, so it doesn't matter'."

"Which, she has," Doofenshmirtz shrugged, "I really don't see the problem here."

Dr. Hirano, feeling rather flabbergasted at the careless answer she received, slowly face-palmed at the insane amount of sadism coming from her superior. Doofenshmirtz simply hummed to himself as Dr. Hirano went on, "Alright let me put it like this; she can survive anything, sure, but she is a danger to herself and others regardless. She can't hold a waffle iron without setting a bouncy house on fire, much less go out into the world that she's been kept from for so long by herself. Are you willing to unleash the disaster that Schnitzel can create by accident?"

There was a short silence that befell Doofenshmirtz as the smile on his face faded as he began to process Dr. Hirano's words. It had then occurred to him that, indeed, he had screwed up royally, and as such must fix what he had done before it came back to bite him. Calmly, he began to sit up. He looked to Hirano, using her as a means to help get himself to his feet, while the doctor tried and failed to stop him. He glowered.

"Take me to the medicine cabinet. Now."

Dr. Hirano looked to the other doctors for assistance, but they were far too afraid to go near Doofenshmirtz. She sighed in defeat. "Yes sir."

Phineas, Dr. Baljeet, Irving, and Django all met their separate ways after the events at the mess hall, with Phineas still hanging around Dr. Baljeet. Irving had left to who-knows-where, though from what Phineas could gather he was probably going over to the Resistance Memorial, which was a room dedicated to fallen soldiers, which were surprisingly not that many. Irving's older brother just wasn't as lucky as most soldiers, but he was by far one of the bravest regardless. Perhaps that's why Irving was afraid of everything nowadays; he'd learned that courage gets you killed eventually.

Django went off with his sister, discussing something about a medicine for a particular illness. A bug seemed to spread throughout the Resistance base, sending some of the members to hospital beds. In spite her addiction, Jenny was still a skilled medic, and did her best to help. She had been teaching Django the same methods, and it was probably the only time Django ever had a straight face as opposed to a drunken one.

Dr. Baljeet, on the other hand, was working on a drill. Phineas had heard that Perry and Applejack used one in order to get back to DEI without being noticed. They ended up leaving the drill behind, however, and it was presumed destroyed. Thus, Dr. Baljeet was forced to build another one.

"I could help," Phineas suggested, deep down wanting to build things again; at least back when Doofenshmirtz hated his guts he was forced to do something that made him feel useful.

Dr. Baljeet waved off the comment. "It would be best if I do this with no complications," he stated, "Though that was, admittedly, a nice gesture."

Phineas squinted, unsure if that was meant to be a compliment or an insult. With that being said, though, he sat and simply kept Dr. Baljeet company as he worked, much to the boy's disappointment. Silence persisted between the two for a while.

"So, you said before that there are other dictators around the country?" Phineas asked curiously.

"Yes," Dr. Baljeet nodded, "Not all the states have been over-taken, thank goodness, but that appears to be the case."

"And…whose Dr. Mysterio?"

"Dr. Mystery," Dr. Baljeet corrected, "He's taken over here. There are more, of course; Dr. Diminutive, Prof. Poofenplotz, Dr. Bloodpudding…over twenty members of LOVEMUFFIN have taken over. And with their armies, that's quite a lot."

Phineas blinked. "If there are so many," he said, "Then…why focus on Doofenshmirtz? Wouldn't it make sense to take down Dr. Mystery first?"

"Doofenshmirtz is a force to be reckoned with," Dr. Baljeet said, "The thing is, no one thinks that he even needs allies. All he needs is his robot army to succeed. He's so powerful, that he might as well have taken over the other states as well."

"How can you tell?"

"Many of our spies have seen Dr. Mystery making deals with Doofenshmirtz over video-phone," Dr. Baljeet explained, "And in other Resistance bases, the same could be said about the other dictators as well; he's even planning to bomb one of the empires for reasons we've yet to understand. It's as if Doofenshmirtz is running the whole thing by himself."

Phineas stared at the machine Dr. Baljeet was working on, and bit his lip as he began to think of something. Would that be strong enough to get back to…wait…what? Did he just think-?!

"I couldn't do that to Candace," Phineas thought to himself, "It's wrong. I trust her…man, this is weird."

"Are you alright?"

Phineas looked back to Dr. Baljeet, who was eyeing him suspiciously. Out of everyone that Phineas had met, Dr. Baljeet seemed to have this strange look to him that made Phineas feel that perhaps the other saw him as a threat of some kind. Perhaps Dr. Baljeet already knew the truth faster than everyone else?

Phineas grinned. "Sorry about that," he said "I was…admiring your work! Yeah, I'm rather impressed that you can build this so quickly." Even though I can probably build this thing in under fifteen minutes, you bigot, there are so many easier methods than the one you are using…

Phineas folded his hands onto his knees, hoping that feeding Dr. Baljeet's ego would cause him to be distracted. Unfortunately, Dr. Baljeet appeared to be smarter than that, and he continued to stare at Phineas suspiciously before he turned back to his work. Phineas sighed a bit, not noticing a brief glance from Dr. Baljeet.

"I must ask you, Phineas," Dr. Baljeet said as he worked on the control panel of the drill, "What exactly did you learn from being prisoner of DEI, hm?"

Phineas paled only slightly. "Uh…well...not very much," he lied, "I mean I was just being used as a mechanic to fix all the Norm-Bots while the Robot Factory was being fixed. I wasn't able to interact with Doofenshmirtz very much."

Dr. Baljeet nodded. Yet as Phineas kept watching carefully, he saw that Dr. Baljeet's expression was saying that he didn't believe a word Phineas was saying. In fact, Dr. Baljeet seemed dangerously certain that Phineas wasn't being honest. In spite this, Phineas tried to keep a straight face.

"So…what brought this up, anyway?" Phineas asked, hoping his assumptions were wrong.

Dr. Baljeet seemed to take a break from working on the machine, and brought his focus on Phineas, who was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. "Forgive me if I am being skeptical," Dr. Baljeet said, "But I do not recall anyone asking why we try to take down Doofenshmirtz before everyone else."

"Y-you don't?" Phineas blinked, "That's odd. I mean, it would make sense to ask these things, right?"

"Yes, but everyone knows what Doofenshmirtz is like," Dr. Baljeet stated, "Everyone knows that he is the one who started all of this, and that if we manage to beat him first we may as well have beaten everyone else. It just comes across as…off to me. Again, forgive me if I am wrong, but…"

"You…don't think I work for Doofenshmirtz…do you?"

Dr. Baljeet was taken aback. "The thought never even crossed my mind," he stated reassuringly, "Even if you did work with him, I doubt that Candace wouldn't have been able to guess what was going on. She has a way of telling, especially given that she knows what you're like."

Phineas nodded at this, feeling a little less unnerved. Dr. Baljeet continued, "My worries tread a far different path. I doubt that you would follow Doofenshmirtz's ways. You just don't seem to be that kind of person…however…"

Dr. Baljeet looked away back to his work. "You sounded…concerned," he said, "And that bothered me. It almost sounded like…"

Phineas bit the bottom of his lip as Dr. Baljeet trailed off. Dr. Baljeet shook his head, almost doubting his thoughts as he silently continued his work. Phineas tugged at his collar nervously before he quietly stood up, waiting for Dr. Baljeet to speak more of his thoughts to him. When no response was given, Phineas decided to leave.

"Candace is probably busy, just so you know. It's best that you discuss anything you have on your mind tomorrow."

Phineas looked back to Dr. Baljeet, nodding slowly. "Uh…yeah," he said, "That's…for the best…"

"And Phineas."

"Y-yeah, Dr. Baljeet?"

"If what I am thinking is correct, then it will not be good news to you. And I should let you know that I find ways of figuring things out, Phineas. This is a warning."

Phineas stared at Dr. Baljeet's back for a moment before he left the room, feeling a sort of chill. "No wonder Irving's afraid of Dr. Baljeet," Phineas thought, rubbing his hands as if he felt cold, "It's not like Doofenshmirtz…it's different, somehow. Maybe it's…not knowing what he's capable of that scares me. Or maybe he's insane…"

Phineas chuckled. "Nah," he murmured out loud, "I mean, c'mon, Buford's got him on a leash, so…" What about when he's not around…?

Phineas paled again as he continued forward, laughing as if he thought the whole thing was ridiculous. Which it was, of course, it had to be. Dr. Baljeet wouldn't be capable of such a thing. Then again, who was Phineas to underestimate…?

"…I need to talk to Perry," Phineas groaned, rubbing his temples as he seemed to speed up.

He had been getting more and more paranoid, hadn't he? Where the hell did this mindset even come from? It didn't make any sense! Everyone seemed fine to him…so…why was he so afraid?

Phineas headed towards where Perry's room was, or rather where he remembered where his room was at. For when he entered the room, he didn't see his beloved platypus, but rather a pygmy goat who was wearing only a few bandages. Currently, said goat was reclining on a bed, gnawing on the white strips on his leg, which seemed healed enough from whatever had happened.

Applejack's gaze rose to Phineas, looking as if he expected someone else to enter other than him. He looked pleased regardless, and rolled onto her stomach, facing Phineas with a grin. The goat saluted, sticki9ng his tongue out. Phineas looked confused, until Applejack referred to his neck, which bared no collar.

"O-oh," Phineas said, "So…I'm guessing that there's only one collar, and…and Perry has it, right?"

Applejack nodded.

"And, uh…you must be…Apple-Tart?"

Applejack responded with a glare.

"Apple-Pie?"

The glare persisted, and Phineas sweated a little as he gave a nervous smile.

"…Gary?"

Applejack immediately looked insulted and turned away from Phineas, humphing a goat-like humph. Phineas walked into the room, looking around and saw that yes, this was indeed Perry's room. He looked back to Applejack, who was crossing his front legs, shunning him. Phineas frowned.

"Uh…so…do you know where Perry is, uh…" Phineas tried again, "Apple…Dumpling?"

Applejack looked back to Phineas and sighed. He looked around and saw a cup of liquid on a counter beside the bed he was lying on, took it, and drank from it…immediately regretting his decision, he spit the content out on Phineas' face. Phineas was displeased, and Applejack gave an apologetic smile. Phineas then proceeded to wipe his face onto Perry's covers, feeling that his pet owed him one for all the things he did to his bed in the past.

Phineas shuddered at the thought before he sat beside Applejack.

"So, uh…Apple Cider," Phineas guessed before Applejack gestured that he was close, "Apple…Juice…no…Apple..."

Applejack looked as if he gave up, then imitated eating from a bowl with a look of discretion. Phineas grinned. "Applejacks!" he exclaimed, "So, your name is Applejacks?"

Applejack nodded, not able to explain that his name was without an "s". He'd take what he could get. Phineas smiled. "Okay, then, Applejacks," he said, "Are you able to tell me where Perry's at?"

"Right here."

Phineas and Applejack looked to the door to see a rather annoyed looking Perry, looking directly at Applejack. "Didn'nae Jenny tell ye' not to chew on your bandages," he asked, "You're still healing, now, aren'tcha?"

Applejack bleated at Perry. From Phineas' understanding as he looked at the angered expression on Perry's face, it was a very offensive insult. "That's it!" Perry snarled marching over to Applejack and grabbing him by the horns, "It's bath time for you!"

Applejack looked terrified, broke free from Perry's hold, and leapt into Phineas' arms for protection. Perry rolled his eyes as Applejack stuck his tongue out at the platypus. "You're such a baby sometimes," Perry said lowly.

Perry then directed his attention to Phineas with a smile. "Hey, Phineas," he said, "What's up with ye'?"

"Uh…well…I was gonna ask Candace about something," Phineas explained, "But I need to know if she'll be able to handle it…"

"Alright, then, shoot," Perry motioned to Phineas to go on.

Phineas sighed. "Okay…so…it's about Doofenshmirtz-."

"-Okay, let me stop you right there, because you know that Candace ain't gonna listen to ye'," Perry said flatly, "She's already got him high on her black list as it is!"

"It's not about him being our dad or anything like that," Phineas said, "I just…well…I wanna know what she wants to do with him."

Perry blinked. "What do ye' mean?" he asked.

"Well…when this is all over," Phineas continued, "When we…when they…when…Doofenshmirtz is beaten and stuff…what does Candace want to do with him?"

Phineas felt Applejack lying on him like a dog, oddly comfortingly. Perry looked down solemnly as well, and looked back to Phineas with a pinch of concern. "I'm…not sure yet," he said, "She never really said anything about…what comes next…"

"Do you think that…that she's," Phineas swallowed, "Does she wanna kill him?"

Perry and Applejack glanced to each other. "W-well…like I said, I don't know," Perry said, "But…I don't want te' know the answer neither."

"So it's possible?"

"More like it's the most likely," Applejack muttered out, earning a glare from Perry; Applejack glared back. "I'm bein' honest. You know that's what she wants. And it's not like the kid can hear me or anything...I wish he could, though. He'd know the answer quicker."

Perry sighed. "Look, kid," he said, "He's her father and all, but…you gotta know that…well…the thing is…she doesn't care about your father as much as you do."

"Clearly," Phineas admitted, "But, still…I don't wanna have things lead to that."

"They may have to," Perry shrugged sadly, "But they may not."

"That's…that's all you gotta say about this, huh?" Phineas sighed.

"Like I said, kid," Perry continued, "I'm not sure what she wants to do. I could be wrong. You could be too."

"Yeah…yeah…" Phineas looked back to Applejack, who looked rather bored by now, "So…Applejacks, huh?"

"Applejack," Perry corrected, "No 's'."

"Ah," Phineas nodded, "Well, he's…not as annoying as I thought he'd be, to be honest."

Perry laughed. "Just you wait," he said, "He'll drive you crazy like everyone else."

Phineas smirked. "I never said he was," he said earning a shocked look from Applejack, "What can I say? There's a vibe."

Applejack, looking insulted again, leapt off from Phineas' lap and trotted off, limping in the process. Perry sighed. "I better follow him," he said, "Applejack's in no condition to be walking around on his own. He's a target begging to get beaten on."

"I can imagine," Phineas chuckled, "I can imagine…so…would Candace be free by now? 'Cause Dr. Baljeet said that-."

"You can call him Baljeet, kid," Perry said, "He's just very sensitive about that. Too sensitive. But he's still a kid."

Phineas nodded. "Yeah, yeah," he said, "Now about Candace…"

"I've told you before," Perry said smiling, "Her doors are always opened to family."

Phineas smiled back and got off of Perry's bed. "Well, then," he sighed, "I better go tell her then, huh?"

Perry frowned a little. "You…you don't have to," he said, "You may not like the answer."

"I know," Phineas shrugged, "But you know me. I'm curious. It's who I am. I gotta know what's going on with her."

Perry shook his head. "Yeah, I know," he said before going after Applejack, "I'll see ye' around later, Phineas."

Once Perry was gone, Phineas left to go to Candace's room. It might as well be an office, though, given that there wasn't even a bed there. Just a rolled up mat, Phineas remembered. That couldn't be very healthy.

Being siblings brought upon some rights, Phineas thought, and like Perry said he could enter Candace's room whenever he pleased. It wasn't awkward the slightest bit. If he was interrupting anything, he could just leave. But this was too important to simply not bring up.

Phineas made it to Candace's room and smiled at the door. He sighed. "Okay," he said, "You can do this…you have to know…even if you don't want to…"

And with that he opened the door, not even knocking.

"Candace, I-"

And that was when he realized that he had fallen asleep on Perry's bed and was currently having another one of those freaky night-scares. He must have, of course. Because across from him, talking rather casually to his sister, was a familiar jerk of whom Phineas was already quite acquainted with. Someone who couldn't possibly-!

Monogram gave a rather pleasant smile to Phineas.

"Why, hello there, Phineas, how are you doing today?"

A/N:

I might as well have called this "Poor Phineas" or "Poor Schnitzel", but this isn't anything new. Me causing them crap, that is. That's not new. XD

Then again, who hasn't caused their characters pain in stories?

Anyways, thank you for reading! Please review, critique, or whatever, and have a pleasant day! I'll update again soon, aaaand g'night.

-GTS