We end our hug and continue to sit silently.

"I'm gonna go get what I need. Will you be okay here alone?" Blajeet asks.

I give him my emotionless thumbs up, and as he walks out towards the door, I look to what we call the metal room. Then Baljeet gasps as he is near the door. He quickly looks behind the open door.

"What?" I whisper. "I swear I heard something..." He says as he looks all around, but doesn't seem to find anything. "I guess it was nothing... Oh, wait! PErry is right here!" Baljeet says as he slowly continues out the door. He picks up the platypus and takes him downstairs. I get up and close my bedroom door while he creeps down the stairs, and then I walk over to the closet. I open the door just a crack to check on my... the... were-thing.

I stare up at him for a bit, taking in his appearance. Pale... scales, maybe? were shimmering off his back in the moonlight. His lion-like mane, turning into a line of fur running down his spine, was just as white. Same goes for his four deer-like ears, his feathered wings, his wolf-like head, etc; everything, save his black eyes and angry red iruses, was pure white.

I begin to wonder what Phineas actually was. He wasn't any one specific animal; he had a wide variety of animal traits. He might as well be somewhat of a draconequus, but I can't be sure.

I continue to watch as he chews as his chain, tries slamming his sides into the walls, tugs at the chain, but his struggles remain useless.

"He." I have to come up with something better. We can't call him "Monster," "Were-thing" or "He" forever.

Not forever. No no no... no not forever. Not forever...

Reality almost slips away from me as the world begins spinning and my thought process comes to a halt. I step back from the door as I stare at it with wide eyes, almost as if it did something to cause all of this.

"Not forever! He can't be this way forever, he can't... I won't..." I speak somewhat loud through gasps as I suddenly begin hyperventilating, clenching my fists tight around my hair and squeezing my eyes shut. I hold my head tighter as I face the ceiling, I face back down at the floor, I swing my head left and right, "No, nonono... nooo, not forever," I place my feet wherever necessary to keep my jolted motions from making me fall over. I slow down until I'm just staring at the ground, panting heavily, unable to think straight.

Then suddenly, something sparks up from this anxiety attack; something unexpected, but at the same time, completely epected.

Anger.

I continue to stand in the same position, only allowing my face to move as it changes from fear to fury in seconds. Phineas wouldn't be going through this if it weren't for his blasted father. Phineas wouldn't have accidentally lashed out and felt it necessary to apologize for someone... something else's actions. He wouldn't have to avoid the moon on certain days. He wouldn't have had to experience this sickness; this agony; this torture as his mind was changed from it's gentle nature to an urge to kill... probably every month if he was actually going to be stuck with were-animal blood in him...

forever...

I groan as my mind trails back to that one word; my thoughts are then stopped by my bedroom door slowly opening and someone tiptoe-ing in.

"Are you okay?" Baljeet asks as he gently closes the door behind him. I stare at him emotionless, before finally speaking, "that was quick! How did you get the stuff so fast?" "Um... I was gone for maybe half an hour to an hour..." He says slowly. I continue to stare at him, confused and astonished.

Time really goes fast when you're in a state of panic.

"Ferb, I'm starting to worry about you. I mean, I expect you to be freaked out. Phineas is stuck with his condition and you want to protect him and you can't exactly do that... but you're acting strange." He says. "First of all, you suddenly can keep up whole conversations. Then you go crying and hugging, which I guess is understandable. But now you're so frustrated you're unable to manage your emotions..." He points out.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't mean to act odd. I just don't know what to think, what to feel... what to do. It's freaking me out, and I don't know, I guess I just feel like I'm losing my mind over this. Phineas is my little brother, and I want to be the protective big brother he deserves but I just... can't." I say in a quick rant.

"Okay, well if you think you need help, hit me up. In other news, I got the equipment." He says to change the subject. He lifts the machine and the sterilized needles onto my bed as I grab a fold-up side table and set it up next to the closet.

"We should put this stuff in there." Baljeet instructs as he once again grabs his supplies. I hesitantly nod and lift the table into the room.

"So... how are we going to get this sample?" I ask. "Well... I don't know if you'll like it, but anesthesia sound like a good idea." Baljeet says as he picks something up from behind the blood-test machine.

"Anesthesia?" I repeat. "Yeah, the drug doctors use to put their patients to sleep." Baljeet replies. (I have no idea if that's right but oh well) "And how are you going to get that into him?" I ask. "Well, that's what you may not like. I mean, it won't harm him or anything, but one of will have to, uh... Shoot him with this." He says as he holds up a little toy-gun looking thing. The word 'shoot' makes me tense.

"I'll do it." I say after a moment of silence. Well, between us two. Phineas was still working on getting free, which he still couldn't figure out how.

Baljeet looks at me for a few seconds, shocked. "Huh... I thought you'd, ya know, refuse..." He finally speaks. "Why would I refuse? This is for the best." I say. I grab the thingy from Baljeet.

"So what does this do? Where do I put it?" I ask. "Well, when you pull the trigger, it shoots a syringe. Once that syringe is in him, it'll automatically empty it's contents into Ph... into his bloodstream. Doesn't matter where he's hit. After that, he should be out cold in seconds." Baljeet explains.

I try my best to silently sigh.

I put my hands out, pointing the syringe shooter thing in Phin's direction, trying my best to aim for the side of his huge animalistic body...

Hallo! :D Hope you enjoyed yet another chapter. I know it's confusing what Phineas looks like in his were-form. Who knows, maybe some day in the future I could try and draw him and put it as the cover of the book just to add a visual?

Anyway, reviews are always appreciated. See ya! :)

P.S. I couldn't find out what it was doctors actually use on patients to knock them out. All I saw was anesthetics and anesthesia so Idk blah bloop