YUSH! I am out of my funk! Thank you, Marissa Flynn, for helping me in my dire need! XD

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

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And I own literally everything else this story has to offer (that is to say, Dr. Alice Schnitzel, Applejack, Danni, and other OCs and material)

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P/F/P/F

"Hm…hm…yup, this definitely looks familiar."

Phineas sighed, almost in aggravation as he leaned against a large piece of equipment. This time, it was a rollercoaster, not even close to being finished. The last time, Phineas remembered being inside of a treehouse that could transform into a fighting robot, and the time before that was a machine that could teleport anything within the vicinity by placing a picture into the magnificent creation. He rolled his eyes, looking at the sunny sky.

When was the last time he ever saw the sun this bright and hopeful? Ever since Doofenshmirtz took over…he shook his head. He didn't even want to hear his name. Things were bad enough as they were, with all the stress and confusion. He simply let it happen.

"3…2…1…"

And with that, the scene changed to one scene that kept on repeating itself, though not exactly. Sometimes it would be Schnitzel who woke him up and tried to convince him of their strange reality. Other times, like now, it was his father. He enjoyed it better with Doofenshmirtz, since unlike Schnitzel he would not transform into his abusive mother. He wouldn't transform into anything, really.

He was just himself the whole time.

However, as a result, he kept on remembering how awful he was every time he saw him. He also remembered that, perhaps, in spite the abuse he dealt with, that his father wasn't that bad. Or maybe that was denial. Maybe he really was just a monster after all.

Yet after everything, how could Phineas not think that there was hope? He was always that stupid and ignorant as to believe there was a light at the end of the tunnel, even when it was obviously impossible, and even when the realistic approach stated that he may not like the outside after all. Phineas decided to just sit there and listen to whatever the illusion of Doofenshmirtz had to say to him this time.

Last time, Doofenshmirtz had told him that Perry had died, and they had to turn him into a Cyborg. Applejack escaped, but his body was found after Ferb had proceeded to crush the robotic part of his head. For some reason, Phineas remembered that Schnitzel was a complete mess. Phineas never got to see Perry as a Cyborg, and he was glad that he never would.

All he wondered now was what new excuse they'd give to him now.

But instead, Doofenshmirtz laughed, almost mockingly. "You know, you've gotten pretty good at this, kid," he said, "You know us all so well, you can read us like books…heh…"

Phineas looked to the dream version of his father, tilting his head. This was definitely new. They never really acted aware before. Or maybe it's just gotten to the point where it just got too predictable even for the dream itself to handle? It needed some sort of twist.

"You really wish things were different?" Doofenshmirtz wondered, tilting his head; his voice shifted ever so slightly, to the point where some of his dialogue sounded a bit like Phineas' own voice, "You should know how impossible that really is. These dreams of yours don't serve as a comfort, you know…"

"Then why do I keep having them?" Phineas mouthed, not really having the strength to speak in his dream, yet the dream Doofenshmirtz could hear them clearly, "And why are they so similar to each other? What do they mean?"

Doofenshmirtz shrugged and proceeded to sit next to his son, humming a bit. They sat there, silently, before the dictator began to ruffle Phineas' hair. "You know," he said, "Maybe it's trying to tell you something…"

Phineas looked up, blinking. "Like what?" he asked, tilting his head curiously.

Doofenshmirtz looked down to Phineas again, his blue eye turning red in a flash. Phineas flinched, but only a little; this had happened before in other dreams. It still bothered him that he imagined that his father could do that with his eye. At least it wasn't like the ones where his scar would turn out to be an endless black hole.

Doofenshmirtz frowned. "Run."

"…Run?"

"Run. Maybe it's telling you to run."

"…You mean…run away from here?"

"You've done it before. Isn't that how this whole thing got started, kid?"

Phineas looked to his knees, hearing his mother screaming again. He sighed. "Is she coming again?" he murmured, feeling his chest tighten.

Doofenshmirtz grinned. "Don't worry," he said, "Schnitzel's keeping her occupied."

Now this was surprising. "Wha-?"

Doofenshmirtz grabbed his son's shoulders, and stared at him seriously. "Now, listen to me carefully, okay?" he said, "When you get the chance, just get out of here, and don't look back. You know deep down that something's wrong. Not just emotionally; only fools look into their hearts for answers, like your father always told you. Logically, you know something is wrong. With Monogram, with Candace…"

The dictator went on, though Phineas didn't quite hear the other names other than-; Doofenshmirtz cut his thoughts off before he could drift off. "Pay attention," Doofenshmirtz ordered, "If your mind wanders off, you'll forget everything. You cannot forget this."

Phineas nodded, and did his best not to doze off. Doofenshmirtz nodded back. "You need to run," he said, "Forget about what they're telling you, and run. When you get the chance, go, and don't turn back. This isn't real."

That last sentence sounded like Doofenshmirtz was speaking in unison with several other familiar voices, and Phineas founded himself struggling not to think of those people. Doofenshmirtz flinched and reached out to him in a panic as the boy fell back, just as Linda, in the form of some kind of monster, broke through.

"This isn't real! Run! Phineas! Phineas!"

(~)

"PHINEAS!"

"AH-!"

Phineas was just about to fall off the bed before Marissa caught him and proceeded to cover his mouth. She stared at him intensely. "What are you doing here?!" she shrieked, "It's morning!"

"M-morning…?" Phineas blinked. I…fell asleep?

"We fell asleep!" Marissa said, sounding panicked, "What time is it?! I don't have a clock down here!"

"Wait…what?" Phineas blinked, "Why wouldn't they give you a clock?"

"Isabella always tells me what time it is when she comes down to check on me, and then I'm able to deduce it by counting in half seconds."

Phineas blinked again. "Half seconds?" he asked tilting his head, "Are you serious?"

Marissa shrugged. "You'd be surprised how bored I get," she simply said.

"But, Marissa-!"

The teen immediately covered Phineas' mouth as the faint sound of footsteps ran down the stairs. Both Phineas and Marissa became pale. "Oh, god, she's here!" Marissa gasped, "Quick! Hide!"

"Where?" Phineas whispered before he heard Isabella knocking on the door furiously.

"Marissa?! Marissa, are you in here?! I saw the secret entrance was open!"

Marissa grabbed one of her pillows, and pulled the case off of it. Then, she stuffed Phineas in it, kicking the discarded pillow underneath her bed, and jumped on top of her mattress, pretending to sleep on Phineas. Isabella suddenly knocked the door open, a terrified look on her face.

"MARISSA?! ARE YOU-?!"

Isabella's expression softened when she heard Marissa groan, sitting up to rub her face. "Ugh…Isabella, what the heck?" she glared 'tiredly', "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"…It's morning," Isabella answered, her voice coming out as shaky; Marissa pretended to be too tired to notice.

"Oh," Marissa smiled, "Is it now? I wasn't sure."

Isabella stared at Marissa, who yawned. "Oh well," she said, "Gonna go back to sleep now…mm…nice chat, Isabella, ma'am, an'…snore…"

Isabella tilted her head slightly, humming a bit as she fell into thought. She shook her head, chuckling nervously as she left, murmuring to herself, "I must've left it open…clumsy me, heh…"

Isabella shut the door. Marissa quickly lifted up the pillow case and poured Phineas out, dropping him head first on the floor. Phineas moaned, lifted his head, and casted his friend a death glare. This shocked Marissa, who was on her bed kneeling. "What?" she frowned, "Why are you mad at me?"

Phineas rubbed his temples. "You know," he started, sighing, "I could've hid underneath your bed instead of being stuffed inside your pillow case."

Marissa blinked as she stared at Phineas, who waited for an answer. Her eyebrows narrowed. "Shouldn't you be trying to get out of here?" she asked, "Given that if you get stuck here-?"

"Oh, right!" Phineas jumped to his feet and started to sprint to the door, "See ya, Marissa!" he stopped to point at the teen. "You owe me an apology, by the way."

Phineas ran out the door, slowing down the moment he saw the back of Isabella. He quietly closed the door behind him and tip-toed up the middle of the stairs just before they started to rise up and form into the flooring. Phineas froze for a moment as Isabella seemed to hum to herself, muttering about the opening. Phineas took a few steps back silently, with Isabella simply not paying very good attention as she quickly marched away.

Phineas' eyes followed her around the corner, and for whatever reason, he had the sudden urge to 'accompany' her down the halls.

(~)

Once she stopped screaming, Schnitzel continued to struggle as Doofenshmirtz continued to tend to her wounds. She had experienced this type of pain before, so really, it should be nothing. But Doofenshmirtz was clearly still mad at her for not including him in her scheme, and was trying to make the experience as painful for her as possible. She gritted her teeth and whined.

"I'm almost done," Doofenshmirtz assured harshly, "Quit moving around."

Schnitzel simply gripped the grass with her hands as Doofenshmirtz finished re-stitching her side. Her face was red, given that he had to remove her black buttoned jacket and undershirt in order to do the task. She was surprised that Doofenshmirtz has completely unfazed by the prospect of his partner being half way to stripping. But he was, and he managed to perform the surgery well. She was impressed.

Once he was done, Doofenshmirtz took out a towel from the bag and a container of water, which he used to wet the garment before he began to clean the wound. Schnitzel seemed to calm down by now, only wincing in pain. She now started to sympathize with the Cyborgs who feared her methods.

Schnitzel looked to Doofenshmirtz, eyeing him. "So…tell me again," she swallowed, "Why did you insist on the elixir after I told you it was lethal?"

Doofenshmirtz lifted up the towel and wrung it, not even setting his eyes on Schnitzel as he focused on what he was doing. He hummed a bit to himself. "Perhaps it's because you ditched me and I wanted to get you back," he shrugged, "Or perhaps…because I'm desperate. Maybe a little bit of both."

"You're that desperate about getting your son back?" Schnitzel asked, "I mean…really? You never really cared about him before you figured it out, did you?"

Why was it now that she was questioning his methods? Schnitzel realized that she might've hit a nerve there, and she looked apologetic at the dictator, who said nothing to answer her. Instead, he set down the towel, and reached into the bag once again, showing the said elixir of her creation. He examined it, or looked like he was anyway.

"You said the effects were immediate," Doofenshmirtz stated, "Yet I've had it in my system for hours, and nothing's happened to me. I feel fit as a fiddle."

Doofenshmirtz popped the cork on the bottle, and Schnitzel felt her eyes widened. He took a sip (a rather big sip) and placed the cover back before plopping it into the bag once again. He calmly looked at Schnitzel. "Though, I must say," he admitted, "I'm starting to get addicted to the stuff."

"…Addicted?" Schnitzel tilted her head, "You mean you can't get enough of it? That doesn't give me much comfort…"

"Well…it's more or less a craving," Doofenshmirtz said, "I don't know why…it tastes…familiar somehow…what did you use to make it, anyway?"

"Some plants in Drusselstien," Schnitzel said, "I have the list of ingredients back at DEI in my office files."

"Do you remember any of it?"

"Not by heart."

"Hm…then I'll make this stuff last."

Schnitzel's eyebrows narrowed. "Heinz, this is serious," she said, "You can't just keep taking it, it could kill you!"

Doofenshmirtz merely snorted nonchalantly, tossing the bag to the side before taking a seat next to Schnitzel to recline. Schnitzel glowered. "Heinz…"

"If anything, drinking more of it has sped up the healing process," Doofenshmirtz stated, "I'm feeling better and better."

Schnitzel huffed. "That's an excuse an alcoholic would make," she stated, "Trust me. I've been on that road. That stuff is gonna kill ya'."

Doofenshmirtz blinked, and looked to Schnitzel in surprise, tilting his head. Schnitzel watched him carefully. "What?" she asked.

"I didn't know that you drink," Doofenshmirtz said, "I thought you weren't into that. You once claimed that you'd taken an oath never to drink or smoke."

Schnitzel rolled her eyes. "That was then," she said, "And so are my drinking days. I did a lot of it after my mother passed away, my sister Elvira took over our father's company, you and-."

Doofenshmirtz's eyelids rose up, as did Schnitzel's. The doctor coughed, and she turned away, pulling the strap of her bra uncomfortably. "I…well…" she cleared her throat, "My sister Iris took over the school in Louisburg, Iowa before the plant infestation or whatever…I dunno what's up with her, now…"

Schnitzel glanced over to Doofenshmirtz, a half-lidded stare on her face. "Mind tossing me my clothes," she asked, "I'm looking mighty indecent at the moment."

Doofenshmirtz looked on at her carelessly. "You look fine to me," he said before pausing upon inspection, "…Although…"

Schnitzel raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I didn't expect them to be so…" Doofenshmirtz raised his hands up to his chest, making an odd motion with them that confused Schnitzel, "Big."

"What do you mean-…?" Schnitzel felt her eyes widen as Doofenshmirtz slowly grinned at her.

Doofenshmirtz went to pick up her discarded clothes, laughing at his own bloody nose, the one Schnitzel gave him after lobbing him with her injured hand. She was currently whining in pain, yelling at Doofenshmirtz for making such a horrible joke. Once Schnitzel was once again fully dressed, she felt much better, but continuously casted Doofenshmirtz death glares that were as effective as Phineas'.

They didn't do much. At all.

"So what do we do now, you psychopath?" Schnitzel asked flatly, "Are we going to assume Phineas' car, ship, thing is gonna be able to take us all the way to their base?"

"You're complaining about me being underwhelming, when a giant blimp seems to be selling it a little too high, don'tcha think?"

"Hey, I had my reasons! It has…had a cloaking device. I would've been able to sneak in, grab Phineas, and get out."

"And you thought that this plan would work…?"

"Well, why wouldn't it work?"

God, why did she have to say that? Schnitzel sighed as Doofenshmirtz gave her that grin that said "I'm glad you asked" before going on a rampant as to why Schnitzel was wrong once again. "Let's start with the fact that you can't fight anyone to save your life," Doofenshmirtz said, "You're terrible with hand to hand combat."

"YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME!" Schnitzel scowled, "I handled those mutants fine, or have you forgotten?!"

"Yeah, during an adrenaline rush," Doofenshmirtz stated, "Though, you are right, you can handle yourself in certain kinds of situations, and you can use weaponry at least better than Phineas can."

"So what's the problem then?" Schnitzel crossed her arms like an angry child, pursing her lips into a pout.

"You panic too much," Doofenshmirtz explained, "You have the capabilities, but you're far too anxious to actually pull it off. Adrenaline is the only thing going for you, and we both know the results of that."

Schnitzel winced. Oh, how she hated it when he was right. "Anything else…?" she asked, deciding to take the criticism with as much stride as she could give out.

"Then there's the fact that you're accident prone," Doofenshmirtz said, "You get yourself into trouble when you're by yourself, so it's obvious you're gonna get yourself caught. Even if you'd get to Phineas, they'd probably find you, and shoot you down. Even if you manage to survive, they'll keep you prisoner, and then what'll you do?"

Schnitzel blinked slowly as Doofenshmirtz waited for her patiently with a knowing smirk on his face. "Then there's the fact that you've decided to come here on your own, completely outnumbering yourself," Doofenshmirtz went on, shaking his head, "Not even one Norm-Bot, Schnitzel? Goodness, I never thought you would be this reckless."

"You'd notice," Schnitzel said, "That's why I went on my own…of course…I didn't take into account that you'd be able to tell of my absence."

"I've known you for years, Schnitzel," Doofenshmirtz stated, "Ever since we were children, in fact. I can tell these things."

"I suppose so…" Schnitzel hummed, "You've made your point…unfortunately."

Schnitzel glared again as Doofenshmirtz gave a victorious chuckle. She rolled her eyes. "So," she said, "You never answered my question. Will that ship Phineas made really be enough to get us to the Resistance base?"

"Perhaps," Doofenshmirtz said, "It's not meant to be a big trip, anyway. We're just grabbing him and getting out."

Schnitzel looked at Doofenshmirtz, sighing. She'd ask why Doofenshmirtz didn't bring Norm-Bots of his own, but then again, he was far more tactful than she was along with the fact that, again, this man could take down men far bigger than he was. She already knew the answer, then, really. "Are we going to leave now?" Schnitzel asked, "Or when? How long have you been flying?"

"For about three hours," Doofenshmirtz said, "It was hard to look for you in this place. We should leave as soon as possible, though, given these plants…"

"So, how did you manage to keep the plants away from the ship anyway?" Schnitzel wondered, "Used cover or what?"

"I swear, the kid thought of everything when he built this," Doofenshmirtz nodded, sounding extremely impressed, "He had a built in pheromone spray on it to make it smell like a caterpillar. The plants immediately fled."

Schnitzel blinked. "Why?" she asked.

"Why else? Caterpillars eat plants…though…I don't think he even knew about the plant infestation to begin with, so I don't know why exactly he did that."

"Maybe he's just weird like that? Like, he's into the smell of bugs?"

"Alice, that's just…actually…as odd as that would be, I'd believe it."

Schnitzel nodded at this statement as Doofenshmirtz slowly began to shudder at the thought of his son having a weird fetish like that. Schnitzel looked a little impatient. "So what exactly are we waiting for, then?" Schnitzel asked, "Shouldn't we be on our way?"

"Well, I'm sorry, if I was preoccupied with your injuries," Doofenshmirtz stated flatly, "And that I was oh-so rudely interrupted by your inquisitive nature. But alas, we can't leave yet."

"Please tell me it's not out of gas," Schnitzel groaned, "The last thing I need is for another plant, mutant, or whatever to try and eat me."

"Not technically," Doofenshmirtz said, "This thing runs on sun-power."

Schnitzel guffawed at the idea. "Oh my god," she laughed, "And here I thought he was just a nuisance. The kid's an eco-nerd?!"

Doofenshmirtz sighed. "Yeah, the more this nature-stuff is brought up, the more I think that your theory may be right," he shook his head, "I am starting to worry about him for far more different reasons now."

"So, it's night-time," Schnitzel deduced, "So we can't fly outta here?"

"Unfortunately…but we can hide in the ship until the sun rises. Again, Phineas thought of everything. This thing is a frigging nuclear weapon."

"Huh…for a tree-hugger, he's kinda violent," Schnitzel shook her head, smiling lightly, "I will never understand him."

"Let's just go," Doofenshmirtz said, standing up, "Or are you too injured to move?"

Schnitzel was tempted to lie, staring up at Doofenshmirtz. Why the hell was she romanticizing now? She was insane. "Nah, I'm fine," she finally said, pushing herself to her feet, wincing, "It still hurts, but I can take it."

Doofenshmirtz nodded at this. "Good," he said, "Then let's hurry. These things are beasts. I'm surprised they didn't go after me after I got to you."

Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel both carefully maneuvered to the vehicle, which thanks to some repairs by Doofenshmirtz was as good as new. Schnitzel smiled at Phineas' creation before she flinched, covering her nose. Doofenshmirtz snickered, also covering his own nostrils with his fingers. "So, what do you think?" Doofenshmirtz laughed, "Such sweet aroma, huh?"

"Oh, god, it smells like my grandma's house!" Schnitzel groaned in horror, "UGH!"

(~)

Isabella rubbed her hands together as she took a look at the training field, one of her own design; pits of death, climbing walls that protruded spikes, true challenges that would make a soldier faint. Isabella grinned. To her, this was a walk in the park. She cracked her knuckles, started the timer wrapped around her wrist, and rushed through.

Though she was far from the strongest, in spite being able to take on even Buford, she was agile as could be. The Firestorm Girls, all but her taking a break from their activities at the moment, were practically the Resistance ninjas, their practices being completely secret to the rest of the world, even most of the Resistance members. Only few were allowed to even watch them train, much less take part in it.

Isabella swung across the pit of flaming death and bloodshed, bodies of those who had foolishly decided to take their test with no regard to the consequences still burning at the bottom. Next, Isabella practically wall-jumped to the other side of the climbing wall with no trouble, and slid in a pose upon landing; she rushed through was appeared to be a hall where thorns filled with poison were immediately shot at her, dodging every single one with fair ease.

She imagined a crowd, watching her, praising her for her skill, even if the room was mostly void of humanity at the moment. Yes, Isabella admitted she was a braggart, and she admitted she loved and craved for attention. But who's to say that she didn't deserve it? Isabella snickered at the thought of Buford or anyone else who dared to oppose her.

She was above them. She was better than them. She practically out-classed their skills.

If Candace would just listen to her, they would've beaten Doofenshmirtz by now.

Isabella thought more of this as she began to climb a large pole, where a flag hung from at the top. Yes. She should be admired, listened to, encouraged to be listened to. She knew exactly how to take down any opposing enemy out there.

So why didn't Candace trust her enough to listen?

As Isabella reached the top, balancing on one foot, she grabbed the red flag, and took a bow, grinning. They'd see. They'd all see; Candace would learn eventually that she was right. And then, when this was all over, maybe-.

Isabella gasped upon hearing someone clapping for her, as if her imagination of a large booming crowd came to life. But no, that wasn't it; only one person seemed to come to life, someone who was fairly insignificant to her. She nearly lost her balance, and ending up jumping off the pole. She took out her timer, and pressed on it to stop. She glared.

"Ugh, three minutes and thirty six seconds?" Isabella glowered, "I'm getting rusty…"

Isabella's eyes widened. Wait. She was distracted. That wasn't the exact time.

Isabella looked around, glaring. "Show yourself, now!" she said angrily, continuing to look around, while her single audience member walked over, oblivious to her growing rage and was simply marveling at her in a whole.

He made the mistake of tapping her on the shoulder, and a bigger mistake of chuckling at her.

With that, Phineas suddenly found himself being flipped over and slammed to the ground, Isabella Garcia-Sharpio giving a horrific stare. It didn't do much to affect Phineas, since he had seen worse, but it gave a much different reaction than Isabella had hoped for. It was blank, emotionless, and only slightly shocked. Isabella's glare weakened, but she kept him pinned regardless.

Yet, the glare wasn't what Phineas saw. No. He saw a goddess, giggling at him, caressing his face, calling his name in a most beautiful, adorable voice. Inside, he had one of the biggest grins on his face as he stared into those endless blue orbs, the same shade as his own eyes. There was a silence between the two, Isabella's huffing and puffing filling the air.

Her breath smelled nice, Phineas noted.

Phineas smiled nervously. "…Hi…uh…Isabella," he greeted, "How are you doing, he-he?"

Isabella pulled away, eyeing the boy suspiciously.

A/N:

And now I can finally put that Phinabella notice on the summary! XD

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please, review, critique, like, follow, or whatever you desire! X3

Have a God blessed day, and happy Easter by the by! XD

-GTS