"Are you feeling better?"

Galaxina-the-Seedrian, sitting on a couch chair, wrapped in a blanket shivering, and drinking some hot chocolate nodded her head. At one side of the chair with Marissa Flynn, and on the other was woodland59, both at the ready to grab Galaxina-the-Seedrian in case she did something drastic. Meanwhile, Phineas was talking to her calmly as Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel held up weapons in case, again, Galaxina-the-Seedrian did something crazy. Everyone looked like they had been in some kind of struggle.

"Now," Phineas said, "Don't you think that ending was a little farfetched?"

"…Yes," Galaxina-the-Seedrian mumbled.

"Okay, so you listen to a fictional character but not your friends," woodland59 deduced.

Marissa Flynn shrugged. "It's Phineas," she said, "He's pretty convincing."

"But he's not even re-!"

"Shh…he's convincing, woody."

Marissa Flynn smiled softly at Phineas, while woodland59 tried to figure out exactly what she meant. Phineas continued.

"I mean, you made Isabella into a psychopath, made Doofus more of a turd than usual," Doofenshmirtz shot his son a glare for the nickname and insult, "Made Schnitzel into a suicidal crybaby," Schnitzel shared Doofenshmirtz's expression, "Made Marissa into more of a psychopath than Isabella…and I'm pretty sure my middle name isn't Funderburger."

Doofenshmirtz nodded. "Though, admittedly, I was tempted," he said, earning a jaw-drop and eventually an earful from Phineas.

Schnitzel gave Galaxina-the-Seedrian a somewhat caring smile. "So, don't you think you can come up with something…a little more believable?"

Galaxina-the-Seedrian began to hum to herself. Marissa Flynn sighed. "Please tell me you're actually listening," she begged, "I'm sorry, but there's no way you were going to make this end so ridiculously grim, right?"

"Well, I was going to have the first version of the story end with Schnitzel going mad and killing Phineas, Doofenshmirtz, and then herself…"

Galaxina-the-Seedrian paused as she began to think about the idea, while Doofenshmirtz and Phineas slowly turned their gazes to Schnitzel. She sighed. "You really think that's unbelievable given the crap you two pull on me?" Schnitzel asked, "Especially you, Doofus."

"I've noticed that everyone is getting more and more comfortable with that nickname," Doofenshmirtz stated flatly, "I don't approve…not at all…so please, knock it off, or I'll have to kill you."

"…Nah," Galaxina-the-Seedrian said, "I won't let that happen."

"The ending or the murder attempt?" woodland59 asked.

Galaxina-the-Seedrian shrugged. "Both."

Doofenshmirtz looked disappointed, to which Schnitzel gasped is offense. "Will I ever get to kill anyone?" he asked, "I mean, you rated the last one for character death, and…now that I think about it not many people died."

"Plenty of animals died," Galaxina-the-Seedrian stated, "Are you saying animals aren't people, Heinz?"

"Yes," Doofenshmirtz said without missing a beat, "I mean, sure, the agents of OWCA are pretty anthropomorphic, but animals are still anim-AH!"

As luck would have it, as Doofenshmirtz was stating his lovely opinion, Perry and Applejack were walking by. In a fit of rage, Applejack tackled into the dictator's legs, knocking him over, and the two animals began to punch him in the face. Doofenshmirtz struggled to get them to stop. Phineas and Schnitzel tried very hard not to laugh, while Marissa Flynn and woodland59, both arguably no better than Galaxina-the-Seedrian, snorted.

"Serves you right," Schnitzel grinned, only for Applejack, still bitter against her for whatever reason, tackled her down, "DAMMIT!"

Phineas proceeded to hug his stomach as he laughed at Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel. "Oh, god, this is rich," he said, "I wish I had some popcorn. This is great!"

Galaxina-the-Seedrian shook her head, surprisingly calm. "This is why updates are so hard," she said, "Because you guys are too crazy."

Phineas glared. "We're too crazy?" he asked, "Look at your reflection and tell HER that. And furthermore, blaming people for your misfortune is the best way to fail."

"But…but," Galaxina-the-Seedrian frowned, "It's so easy…"

"Easy is for the weak," Phineas said, "Now, sit your butt down-."

"-I'm already sitting."

"And write that next chapter!"

Galaxina-the-Seedrian sighed as all eyes stared at her to get to work. "Fine, fine, FINE," she said, "I'll write a better chapter…though that ending is tempting."

"No, no it's not," Marissa Flynn said, "That's a stupid ending," she paused, "No offense."

"And though I love you, Gala," woodland59 said sweetly, "If my OC doesn't show up soon," she did a one-eighty into a fit of rage, "There will be hell to pay."

Galaxina-the-Seedrian squeaked. "I said I'll do it!" she cried out as she took out her lap-top and began writing, "Sheesh…why are all of my friends crazy…?"

"Because you're crazy, Gala. We're not even real. We're just figments of your imagination."

"…Oh yeah…"

Galaxina-the-Seedrian glanced around the room she was in, now completely empty. She smiled as she continued to write, humming something from Hamilton or whatever. She sighed blissfully. "I really need to see a therapist…"

(~)

Okay, joking aside, here's the real chapter. Hope you like it~! X3

"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

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)

Except for one thing…

Enjoy~!

P/F/P/F

Phineas gave probably one of the friendliest smiles that Isabella had ever seen anyone give. Maybe it was because of the serious factor within the Resistance what with their agenda, but it just felt alien to see that kind of smile in the midst of all that had happened. Still, Phineas smiled at her while they sat in a small cozy breakroom that smelled like freshly cut wood, eating cookies of all things. Isabella sighed as she took a sip of mint flavored tea.

"Wow, this stuff tastes good," Phineas said, "Did you make 'em?"

"Milly and Ginger did, actually," Isabella said, "The Firestorm Girls used to be a girl-scout troop. This is some of the stuff they did before Doofenshmirtz took over."

Phineas whistled. "Wow," he said, "Quite the contrast to what you guys are now."

"Yeah," Isabella said, "It is."

"Do you bake at all?" Phineas tilted his head, "Or maybe cook sometimes? I've always wondered who makes the food at the cafeteria."

Isabella shook her head. "I'm not too bad at baking myself," she said "I just…don't like it much."

"Hm…I guess I see why," Phineas admitted as he stuffed another cookie into his mouth, "I haven't tried it myself, but it sounds hard."

Isabella cocked an eyebrow. "And building machinery isn't?" she asked, "I mean…that's what you said you were into, right, making machines and such?"

Phineas shrugged. "I'm smart in one thing and dumb in others," he explained, "Like, see, I'm good at making machines and drawing blueprints, but I'm horrible at dancing, juggling, reading…"

"Wait," Isabella blinked, "Why reading?"

"It's a rusty skill, let's say," Phineas sighed, "I mean, I'm glad I know enough to do it, but given that we never had schools it's…hard, you know?"

Isabella nodded in understanding. "I suppose your right," she paused "But you can read, right?"

"Duh," Phineas laughed, "Just because it's hard for me doesn't mean I can't do it. But my point still stands; I don't know how to do everything."

Isabella silently took another sip of her tea, and nodded at Phineas. The red-haired boy continued to smile, and by now it was intriguing to Isabella as to why such a person would be like this in such a dystopian world. "You still haven't told me why you were watching me," Isabella told Phineas, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, I haven't?" Phineas asked, "Huh…sorry. My mind must've wandered a bit then."

Phineas laughed a little, and Isabella almost saw that as a crime. "I'd still like to know," she said, "That's how this whole conversation came into motion anyway. It would be kind of a waste to leave that unanswered."

"I don't think so," Phineas said, "I think that this is going quite nicely so far," he became a little awkward, as if embarrassed, "Though I'll be honest I thought you were going to kill me or something…"

Isabella looked baffled. "Why would I do that?" she asked, "How would I do that?"

"I dunno," Phineas said, "While you were dragging me in here, I'll admit I was having a bit of a freak-out. I was imagining you feeding me to a shark."

"…A shark?"

"Uh…yeah."

"Where would we even put a shark? Why would we even have one in the first place? And as if Candace would let me get away with that without having my neck…"

"That's what I thought! And looking back to that, it was pretty ridiculous, heh…but as for your question!"

Phineas took another cookie and popped it into his mouth, humming happily at the sweet taste. He had never eaten something like that before, at least as far as he could remember. "I can't really answer it," he admitted, still smiling, "I have no idea why I was watching you. I guess I was just at the right place at the right time."

There was absolutely no way that Phineas was going to tell Isabella that he followed her to the training room. Thinking about it now, it made him sound creepy. Isabella, who was unfortunately very smart, looked at the boy flatly. "Uh-huh…" she slowly nodded, "Is that so?"

Phineas rose up his hands defensively. "I'm serious," he said, "I have no idea why I decided to watch you train," his smile remained, and Isabella seemed to flinch just slightly, "But I must say you were amazing."

That much was true. He really didn't know why he followed Isabella, and decided to watch her. Then again, he was more confused as to how he had perceived her earlier. Did he really have enough knowledge to truly understand exactly what he was feeling? He tried to remain as he was before, as Isabella seemed to take his words with a prideful smirk.

"I try," Isabella said, "Thank you for the compliment. Though for future reference, how about not sneaking up on me like that again? I almost broke your back, and I'm pretty sure Candace would've had a few choice words with me if I did that."

Suddenly, Phineas began to frown. Why did that bother Isabella so much now that he was giving off the same look that literally every other Resistance member gave? "A lot of people seem to fear my sister," he said, "I'm not so sure how I feel about that…"

"Well, she's the one in charge," Isabella stated, "We have to have respect towards her."

"Yeah, but," Phineas took another cookie, "Even you seem to be affected by her…"

Isabella glared a little. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"No disrespect to you, I'm sure," Phineas assured, "It's just that I've noticed you mentioning that getting Candace angry doesn't exactly lead to good things."

"It doesn't," Isabella shrugged, "Isn't that how all leaders are, though? If things don't go their way, they're upset. It's only natural. Candace is like that, Doofenshmirtz is like that…"

Phineas flinched. Oh god, here it comes…

"What was it like back at DEI?"

And there it was.

Phineas' smile came off as a little patronizing, allowing Isabella to instantly realize just how many times he was asked this question. And boy, did Phineas notice this far too well; he wouldn't deny that he wanted her to regret asking him this. "It was a pain, but I lived," he said, "So, who cares? I don't see what the big deal is."

"The 'big deal' is that you actually survived being in DEI, more importantly in the presence of a blood-thirsty dictator," Isabella said, "Not many people can say that. Candace made it out, but that's because she's Candace. She's a flipping ninja. You aren't as skilled as she is, yet you made it out, unscathed, and most of all…unaffected."

Phineas blinked. "What do you mean 'unaffected'?" he asked.

"I mean," Isabella tried to find the right words as she motioned to the boy, "Look at you! You're so…happy. I don't think I've had the unsettling pleasure of someone who constantly has a grin plastered over his face physically or even mentally."

"Well…I'm not completely unaffected," Phineas admitted, "I mean, my experience with Doofenshmirtz was…interesting, let's say. It's changed my outlook on certain things, and I'm still trying to figure it out for myself."

Isabella chuckled. "Well, you're good at covering it up, then," she said, "Because you seem pretty optimistic to me."

Phineas started smiling again, and Isabella almost felt herself sigh irritably at this. "Well, I have to be," he said, "I mean, if I didn't try to look for that silver lining, I would've thrown myself off a building by now."

"I would imagine," Isabella said, "I mean…had I been in your position, I doubt they would've let me live for more than twenty-four hours, much less…"

"Seven months."

"Huh?"

"I've been at DEI for about seven months, give or take."

Isabella leaned back on her chair. "So…over half a year," she awed, "And you're fit as a fiddle…"

"Again, not a big deal," Phineas said with a hint of indignation, "I mean, it wasn't that...bah," he shook his head, "Let's just change the subject. I'm sick of people making such a fuss over what happened. I'm here now aren't I?"

"I guess it just shows that everyone's worried," Isabella said, "Some of us think that you've gone mad."

Phineas began to slump into his chair, sighing aggravatingly, more at himself than at Isabella or anyone else who had come to ask him about DEI. "Maybe I have, Isabella," he said, "Maybe I have…"

"Then shouldn't you try talking to someone about it?" Isabella asked.

"Believe me, I've tried," Phineas said, "Either they're too biased, too busy, or too creepy to give me any real advice…or…at least advice I'm willing to listen to..."

Isabella rolled her eyes. "Well, would you rather have someone lie to you about it?" she asked, "Give you an easy solution that'll only work for about five seconds before it screws you over?"

"I…guess you're right," Phineas said, "But there's something wrong with what everyone's saying to me. I don't think it's…at least a hundred percent right."

"Then try coming up with your own conclusion," Isabella said, "Whatever's eating at you is something you have to solve for yourself."

"But I don't think anyone will like the answer," Phineas admitted looking down at the table; it looked nice and simple, like the rest of the room, and nothing like the rest of the base. It felt homely.

"Who cares what they think?" Isabella asked, "What matters is that you do what you think is right."

Phineas looked back up at Isabella, and seemed to look directly into her eyes. None of the feeling he had grown for this girl had left him yet, and he smiled at this. Yes, he liked Isabella a lot. "Thanks," he said, "You're the first person I've talked to that's actually sort of helped me with this."

"It's nothing, really," Isabella shrugged her shoulders, "I'm just used to not caring what other people think of me."

"You mean unless they see you as a superstar?"

"Can it, smart aleck."

Isabella took another sip, not noticing Phineas frowning at her again. "Then why do you care about what Candace thinks?" he asked, "Clearly you put her on a high pedestal."

Isabella stopped mid-drink, and pulled the cup away, placing it back on her lap. "That's an entirely different matter," she said evenly, "I respect your sister, and I have to. There's nothing more than that."

"I guess," Phineas said, "But maybe you follow too close to her? I mean, I wouldn't know or anything, since I don't really speak to you all that much, but…I just get this vibe that you and the other Resistance members, save for Buford," Isabella snarled at the mention of the biggest of Phineas' new friends, "Follow my sister a little too much."

"Why do you say that?" Isabella asked curiously, "Do you…question her authority?"

Phineas shook his head. "I couldn't," he said, "She's my sister…so maybe that's why I'm weirded out by the whole thing? I dunno, it just…doesn't seem like the Candace I knew."

"Things change," Isabella sighed, "People change…that's what happens."

"…Yeah…"

Phineas smiled again after mulling over what had been said for a mere eleven seconds. He didn't notice Isabella flinch, nor did he not notice her looking at him funny. He thought it was cute. "How'd you meet my sister, anyway?" he asked, "I'm curious…you're second in command of the Resistance, right?"

"Yeah," Isabella nodded, "Hm…I warn you, it wasn't exactly a momentous occasion."

Phineas nodded in understanding. He'd heard enough tragic tales to be able to stomach it in by now. Isabella set down her tea onto the table. "I was five when I met your sister," Isabella recounted, "The Resistance had only just started to form then, and as far as I can remember it only had five other members aside from Candace and I."

Isabella folded her hands together onto her lap. "My mother was imprisoned months before for embezzling food to other survivors of the bombing," she went on, "I escaped with my dog…"

Phineas tilted his head. "And your dad…?"

Isabella shook her head. "I never knew him," she said, "My mom said that he ran out on us before I was born. He wasn't ready for the responsibility of handling an infant I suppose…I ended up meeting your sister after we had a run-in with some Norm-Bots. I escaped, obviously, but my dog…Pinky…"

Phineas felt his eyes widen at the name and remembered the Cyborg Chihuahua; how he would always stick close to the moronic but well-meaning Peter the Pandaborg, how he'd bark at people for pissing him off…and hearing about his coma from a sobbing Peter, who only blamed himself. Phineas stared at Isabella, who for the first time looked genuinely heartbroken. This was Pinky's owner…Phineas looked at her sadly as he began to think about Perry and how he would feel if his pet had been turned into a ruthless Cyborg with no recollection of anything of its past.

Isabella sighed as a dark look came onto her face. "…He's with Doofenshmirtz now," she stated, "I won't let that stop me or any of the Resistance from reaching our goals. Candace saved my life that day, I owe her that much…"

Phineas bit his lip, mentally scolding himself for once again being too curious. That trait seemed to get him into a lot of trouble he noticed. Suddenly "curiosity killing the cat" made so much sense once he didn't take it literally…then again, how many cats did he manage to kill anyway? "I'm sorry," Phineas apologized, "I have a tendency to ask stupid questions."

Isabella lifted up her head and cracked a smile. "Eh, it's good," she shrugged, "I've moved on. Besides, my mom's fine, and who gives a crap about my dad?"

Isabella chuckled a little before a thought occurred to her. She looked at Phineas. "Um…just curious," she said, "But, uh, have you…met any of the Cyborgs?"

Phineas hesitated. He really didn't want to answer that question. "…Yes," he eventually said, "Why do you ask?"

Isabella opened her mouth, then shut it again immediately. "Nothing, nothing," she said, "Absolutely nothing. Ahem. So, I opened up about my life. Now tell me about yours. How'd you end up at DEI?"

Phineas sighed. "Alright, fair enough," he said with a nod, "I'll keep it nice and simple; my mom went insane after my sister left to come…here, I'd imagine. I assume everyone who's gone through the takeover or the bombings have had some sort of negative affect done to their psyche?"

"Basically," Isabella said, "My mom isn't doing much better herself, sadly. She's been traumatized; hasn't exactly told us what she saw at DEI herself…"

"Wait…did she escape, or-?"

Isabella shook her head. "They let her go," she said, "It was the strangest thing…" she shook her head again and looked back to Phineas, "You were saying?"

"Oh, right," Phineas scratched the back of his head and continued, "Well, after some time I was getting the feeling that my mom wanted to…uh…"

Phineas shuddered a bit, the nightmares involving his mother severing his head still on the back of his mind. Isabella sat there, confused at Phineas' sudden change of attitude. As soon as it came, though, it left, and Phineas stopped shivering. "…Anyway," he said, "She wanted to do…something…I'm not sure. She kept on singing death chants like they were birthday songs, so, I assumed the worst."

Isabella simply blinked, so Phineas didn't really know whether or not this story was making her uncomfortable or not. Phineas shrugged and said, "One day she got so violent that she threw me down into the basement and locked me up in there. Somehow Perry was there, too; now that I think about it, I bet he used one of his secret base entrances that he's been talking to me about. Makes sense now..."

Phineas decided to take another cookie from the plate, and shoved it into his mouth. He talked even with his mouth full, yet Isabella still felt her heart tighten at how eerily calm Phineas sounded as he recounted the story. As it turns out, Phineas never realized himself how his tone of voice made him seem at the moment.

"So, while I waited for my demise," Phineas said, "I decided to look through some stuff that I wasn't supposed to. You know, to cross off the bucket list as much as I possibly could at the time. And…well…" Phineas reached into his pocket, and took out the letter; when was the last time he looked at it now that he knew the truth? "I found this among…other things."

Isabella blinked before nodding in realization. "That's your father's note, right?" she asked.

Phineas froze. He eyed Isabella suspiciously. "How'd you know?" he asked.

"Candace told me about it," Isabella said, "How else?"

Phineas would've questioned how Candace knew about the letter, but then again that would explain why their old family photos had Doofenshmirtz cut out of them. It must've been Candace and Linda's doing, meaning that Candace knew about the letter. What Phineas was wondering was why did she leave the letter unscathed? Candace hated their father so much, she just wanted him out of mind completely; so why spare the letter?

"Anyways, you were saying?" Isabella asked, cutting into Phineas' thoughts.

Phineas nodded, putting the letter back in his pocket. "After I found the letter," he said, "I decided to go and look for him. It was better than sticking around and see what mom was planning to do with me, anyway. So I managed to unhinge the doors with my dad's old tools, snuck into my room for supplies, and left with Perry."

"No one's allowed to leave their houses without the proper paperwork," Isabella said, "So how'd you get passed your mother?"

"I dunno," Phineas shrugged, "I didn't see her before I left. I think she was sleeping on the couch…I wonder how she's doing…"

"You're wondering how she's doing after she tried to kill you?"

"You'd be surprised how much I've been thinking about her during all of this. Especially now…"

Isabella leaned to the side. Phineas expected her to go further into talking about his father. Instead, she asked him, "What do you think of Monogram?"

That subject change caught him completely off-guard. "What?"

"Monogram is Doofenshmirtz's worst enemy," Isabella excused, "So…I couldn't help but have that come to mind."

Phineas stared at Isabella as he realized the question was intentional. He smirked knowingly. "Why do you ask?"

"I dunno," Isabella admitted, "I saw you talking to him once. He's…eccentric. A lot of the members of the Resistance find him off-putting, including me, but Candace seems to put a lot of faith in him. I want to know your opinion on him."

Phineas blinked. "If I tell you the truth," he said, "Do me a favor and don't tell Candace. I'd rather spare her of any agony."

Isabella chuckled, noting Phineas' obvious distaste. "Honey, what's said in this room doesn't leave this room," she said, "Not everyone has a positive output on the guy. Heck, everyone's talked to him at least once, and it was awkward at best and terrifying at most."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. So, what was your first encounter with ye ole' Monobrow like?"

Phineas and Isabella snorted a little at the nickname that Phineas knew had originated from DEI and seemed to carry on to other places. Suddenly, Phineas frowned. "He tried to kill me with an Amnesia-inator, sent out mutants at me and my friends, and flipping sent my own brother to blow up a building I was currently residing in," he stated flatly, "I ain't putting him on that high of a pedestal."

Isabella was taken aback. "Whoa," she said, "Okay, I know he's creepy, but I didn't know he was crazy."

"Yeeeaaaah, not the best time of my life," Phineas smiled, "But again, I lived. So as I've put before-."

"Not a big deal," Phineas and Isabella said in unison.

Isabella proceeded to rub her chin quizzically. "But…who were your friends at DEI?" she asked, "I could've sworn you were their only child prisoner…unless you befriended the others…hm…you know what, forget I asked."

Phineas could not thank the heavens more than now. Isabella, oblivious to Phineas' relief, checked her wrist watch, and smirked. "Well, I better be going," she hopped off the chair and started making her leave, "The Firestorm Girls are probably wondering where I am. We were supposed to start training a few minutes ago."

Isabella flashed Phineas a smile. "It was nice chatting with you," she said.

Phineas nodded with a grin more optimistic than hers; and it still bothered her. "Nice talking to you too," he said, "I hope we do it again sometime."

Isabella nodded and walked out of the room. As soon as she was out of Phineas' sight of range, she sprinted, her smile turning into an uncomfortable frown. As soon as she reached the other Firestorm Girls to start their training, many of her friends asked her if she was alright. Isabella brushed their worries off, and did what she had done many times before.

In spite her fleeting Isabella decided, along with Phineas, that yes, they should talk more.

(~)

"But Mr. Flufflebutt, I need the change…my horsie won't last much longer…"

"The treasure be mine you…scurvy…little…"

"I neeeeeed it…pleeeeaaaaase…"

"Ugh, stop chewing on me…by order of the captain…"

"Mm…Mr. Flufflebutt, you're soft…"

"…You are too…"

An awkward pause filled the air. Both sounded a, "Wait a minute" before their eyes shot open. The morning light shined through the windows of the vehicle they were currently taking refuge in. After enough inspecting, the smell of bug pheromones filled their nostrils, making them cringe and seek whatever would cover their noses. They happened to choose the object that they deemed the softest.

They paused again, before they stared at each other blankly. Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel were currently lying on the backseat of the vehicle, clinging to each other. Schnitzel's face turned a dark shade of red while Doofenshmirtz's paled in horror.

A long uncomfortable silence filled the room as they continued to stare at each other. Eventually, Doofenshmirtz let out a loud shriek that was equally loud as Schnitzel's. He, on the other hand, grabbed Schnitzel by the collar, making her scream even more in terror.

"SCHNITZEL, GET OFF OF ME!"

Pow!

Smack!

Thrash!

"AAAAAH!"

Thud!

Schnitzel groaned as she laid face first on the ground after being flung from the vehicle. Doofenshmirtz climbed out, clapping dust from his hands as he looked to glare at Schnitzel for coming into his personal space. Schnitzel turned to him, also glaring. "What the hell, Heinz?!" she shouted, "I'm still injured, you asshole!"

"You can walk," Doofenshmirtz shot back, "So it's not that bad."

Schnitzel pushed herself back to her feet, trying to brush off the dirt while Doofenshmirtz examined the small ship, opening the door to the driver's seat. The dictator's rage turned off as he grinned. "Well, look at that," he said, "It's got a full tank! We can finally get outta here!"

"Good, that's always good," Schnitzel grumbled, "Unless that'll involve beating me up too," she glared at the back of Doofenshmirtz's head, "Though I doubt you'd do that to you chauffeur."

The dictator looked at Schnitzel like she was being ridiculous. "Uh-uh, I ain't letting you drive," Doofenshmirtz glared, "You sent my blimp into the ground."

Schnitzel felt her left eye twitch uncontrollably before she extended her arms out exasperatedly. "You blew it up!" she yelled.

Doofenshmirtz shook his head. "It wouldn't have been if you were a better driver," he insisted.

"That has NOTHING to do with why you blew it up!" Schnitzel said.

"Details, details," Doofenshmirtz said, walking towards the said wreckage, "Let's just get started so we can get my son and go home."

Schnitzel was confused as Doofenshmirtz went over to the opposite direction of the vehicle. She frowned further. "What are you doing?" she asked, "Don't we have to get out of here?"

"Yes, but I never got a chance to see if there's anything salvageable in the blimp's remains," Doofenshmirtz said, "I just want to give a quick look around to see if there's anything useful here."

Schnitzel sighed and proceeded to follow Doofenshmirtz. "Alright, if you say-," Doofenshmirtz turned around and effectively stopped her from proceeding; she looked confused, "-so?"

"You stay here in the ship," Doofenshmirtz ordered, "If the pheromones wear off, guard it with your life."

"Seriously? You've demoted me to guard dog?"

"Please, would you rather be a punching bag or a guard dog, Alice?"

"Quit calling me that."

"You've been letting me for a while, Alice," Doofenshmirtz said ignoring her, "You're only complaining now because I hurt your little feelings."

Schnitzel glared as Doofenshmirtz proceeded to mock her with baby talk. She growled, wanting to make a comeback before Doofenshmirtz turned around back to the wreckage. Schnitzel wanted to scream in anger but instead turned around and headed to the ship. She opened the door to the passenger seat, sat down, and shut the door. She crossed her arms and scrunched down like a whining child who didn't get what he wanted at a department store.

"Grr…stupid Heinz…" she groused, "Stupid, stupid…Doofus and his little…grr…"

Schnitzel looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror, mumbling something. Through the mirror she saw the backseat, and her look softened from annoyance to disappointment. "…It felt nice," she admitted to herself, "He even thought so…until he realized it was me…"

Schnitzel laid her head back, looking up sadly. "I'm pathetic," she said to herself, "Why do I still think that…there's a chance?" Why do I even like that dirty bastard anyway?

Even with those thoughts, though, Schnitzel wondered why wouldn't she like that dirty bastard? Oh god, she was such a masochist, wasn't she? Schnitzel pulled her legs to her chest and laid her chin onto her knees. She let out a whine, almost as if she was going to cry.

"This is the worst," Schnitzel said, "I mean…seriously…I couldn't even enjoy that moment…he was so soft…wow…I'm a pervert."

Schnitzel sighed as she rubbed her face. "I bet there's a camera in here," she said, "And Doofenshmirtz is watching me from the wreckage, and is laughing at me for being so weird…"

"Aw, don't say that~."

"But it's the truth…I'm weird…I'm pathetic…I…I…wait…"

Schnitzel blinked as she looked around the "car" in shock and confusion. "Who said that?"

Not getting another response, Schnitzel shrugged it off. "I'm hearing things," she said, "Oh well…it happens…" I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my-

"Oh, I'm sorry, I zoned out a bit. What were you saying~?"

"…Alright, brain, you've got me," Schnitzel chuckled in irritation, "You can knock it off already."

"Hm…no. I don't feel like it~."

Schnitzel was shocked to say the least. Not that she was having an argument with her brain; that happened a lot more than you know. It was the fact that her brain suddenly acted so nonchalant and sounded nothing like Doofenshmirtz's voice. Why did she usually view her brain's voice as Doofenshmirtz's anyway?

"You can't tell me what to do!" Schnitzel stated, "You're my brain, so I give the orders!"

"I'm sorry, but, I really don't feel like it~."

Somehow, the politeness, or the attempt of being so, in the voice made Schnitzel even more pissed off.

"WHY THE HELL NOT?!"

With that, a large glow filled the vehicle, blinding Schnitzel as a small, tiny presence filled the room. Schnitzel braced herself as she thought "what the HELL is going on?!" while also wondering if she was going to die. The light eventually dimmed down.

"Sorry about that. You know me, I love making big entrances~."

Schnitzel stared at the tiny being before her. She was very small, the size of an insect, but was very much human; or as human as one would be with strangely shaped butterfly wings. Now that she thought about it, the creature looked very reminiscent to a Tinkerbell type of character, if she had long dirty blonde hair, a dark purple dress the covered her knees and bigger wings. Schnitzel rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and the moment the fairy started to dim out of view only to flash back into existence made her sure that, yes, she was definitely seeing things. But she also couldn't control exactly what she was seeing at the moment, and she couldn't explain why this thing looked so familiar.

All she could do was stare at the creature, who was smiling a big, giddy smile at her that was freaking Schnitzel out further.

"…What the fu-?"

"Hello," the fairy curtsied in the air, "I'm Madison, your magical guide to romance~!"

The fairy, Madison, gave Schnitzel a wink that caused some "fairy dust" to sprinkle off, though it was hard to tell given how tiny she was. Schnitzel stared at Madison before she started to look away in thought. Schnitzel let out yet another sigh, her eyes widened, though her voice sounded completely monotone.

"Aaaand with that my descent to madness has begun…"

Madison smiled brightly at Schnitzel.

A/N:

"THERE!" Galaxina-the-Seedrian shouted in woodland59's face, "She's in! Are you happy now?!"

"Very much," woodland59 nodded before once again disappearing out of nowhere.

Galaxina-the-Seedrian sighed, once again very alone and still questioning her sanity...

…Okay, okay, I'll knock it off. XD

This chapter was fun to write, although I think I made Phineas and Isabella's conversation a little too awkward at some points. That and, is it me, or do they seem a bit too comfortable talking about themselves to each other? Maybe it's on account that I'm open to talking to ANYONE about my feelings if I happen to know their names (even if it's nothing else), but even I know that's kinda weird.

And no, Isabella does not have a crush on Phineas; Phineas has a crush on HER. She just likes him for reasons she doesn't understand. In fact, Phineas' smile isn't charming to her; it freaks her out how optimistic he is in light of the situation.

Now, on the topic of Madison…again, I asked if I could use her. So the rule still stands; do not ask me if I can put your OC in this fic. Please. She's not even going to be a main character, given that she's in Schnitzel's head. And don't worry, this isn't turning into a fantasy; let's make this clear, she's not real. I mean, less real than this AU and the fictional characters in it.

Also, as horrible as Doofenshmirtz is, I still love him in this. I really do. XD I've come to see him as "the lovable asshole". You'll see it eventually.

Alt. Doof: Naaah, I'm just an asshole. ;)

Alt. Schnitz: I hate you so much…

Alt. Phin/Madison: No you don't~!

Alt. Schnitz: -_-

Well, I hope you all enjoyed! Have a pleasant day, and please review, follow, fave, and stuff!

-GTS