Okay so I'm back to updating on this archive because I've discovered that no matter how hard I try, I can't abandon my little friends Phineas and Ferb .
Ferb pov
"Do you have any leads at all?" Mom was pleading with the officers at the door, pleading with them to give her any tiny strand of hope. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my head in my hands. It won't work Mom. I wanted to say. You can't find someone like Phineas who wants to disappear. Finally, I stood up with a jolt. Candace looked up at my questioningly, and I frowned at her, shaking my head slowly.
"I have to get out of here." I said. She nodded, gesturing with a thumb towards the sliding glass door leading out into the backyard.
"Take the back door." She told me. "No use getting Mom freaked out in front of the police. I'll cover for you." I nodded my thanks and grabbed my jacket. It was surprisingly cold for this time of the year, it wasn't even fall yet, even if school had started.
I headed out the back gate with pretty much no clue as to where I was going besides away from here. I couldn't stand being around Mom and Dad when they were having what Candace called a 'flip out session', and the only other people to talk to were Candace and Perry, neither of which understood me for completely different reasons. Phineas had been the only one I could talk to, the only one who knew what I was saying even when I wasn't saying it out loud. And now it looked like maybe I should've been the one listening to what wasn't being said.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't notice the shadowy figure that was following me until I was in the heart of the city. I was passing by a dark alley when someone came up behind me and clapped a hand over my mouth, shoving something hard into my back.
"Listen up, kid." A rough voice whispered in my ear. "No sudden movements, no funny business. You don't know who you're dealing with." I made a move to reach behind me and Vulcan pinch the guy (I was in a bad mood), but he was too fast. Quicker than I would've suspected to be humanly possible, he Vulcan pinched me. "It's called Karma, kid." He said, his voice echoing in my fogged mind. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
…
I came to groggily with my head throbbing. I was sitting in a chair with my wrists and ankles handcuffed to the sides. I blinked, looking around curiously at the dark room. A light flicked on above my head and I blinked in the sudden light, cutting my wrist when I tried to shield my eyes from the shock. Footsteps announced the arrival of another person in front of me, but their physical features were hidden by the shadows.
"Ferb Fletcher?" A man's voice asked. I didn't answer, focusing my eyes on where I supposed their face to be. The man shifted slightly. "Answer me or someone you know will get hurt."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped. The man laughed.
"So you can talk. Very interesting." Footsteps informed me that he was walking in a circle around me, just outside the light. "I need something that you have." He said.
"And asking doesn't work anymore?" I spit out sarcastically. The man laughed again, this time as if he had just discovered a useful fact about me.
"You're a lot like your step-brother." He said. I jerked upright.
"Phineas? Where is he?" I demanded.
"That's what I need you for." The man said. "I want to find Phineas, so do you. But Phineas doesn't trust me."
"Apparently, he doesn't trust me either." I grumbled in a low voice.
"But he's more likely to trust you, being that you're the only one of us who hasn't tried to kill him yet." I blinked in surprise.
"Why would you want to kill Phineas?" I asked. The man chuckled without humor.
"There are many things you don't know about your little friend." He said. "Many things." He began pacing again. "You can't trust him, remember that. Phineas doesn't take sides, and he doesn't make alliances. He just takes what he needs and leaves you to die."
"How do you know that?" I asked suspiciously.
"Never mind that." The man came closer to me, so his brown shoes were illuminated by the light circle. "I have information that suggests Phineas may be about to contact you. We need you to tell us what happens, when it happens. This is very important. We need to capture him and bring him in." I struggled against the handcuffs once again.
"What makes you think I'll do anything that would put Phineas in danger?" I asked.
"Because if you don't hand him over to us…I'll kill your little friend." A screen folded down from the ceiling, buzzed, then showed a young woman unconscious on the floor of a cage. I gasped. It was Vanessa Doofinshmirtz, my ex-girlfriend.
"You're really low." I said. The man stepped forward, blocking out the light, and fastened a pendent around my neck.
"I pride myself on it." He replied. "This is a tracking device. If you try to escape, I'll kill her. It's also a communication device. Just press it against any piece of technology and we'll be able to hear every word you and whoever is with you is saying. When Phineas contacts you, activate the communication and give it to him so we know who has it. You have three days before we fire off a warning shot – literally."
"You keep your hands off Vanessa-" I began.
"Goodnight, Mr. Fletcher."
And then I was out. Again.
…
Phin –
I found the kid. You owe me big time, this is going to be boring.
Alice
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I woke up in my bed. For a second I let myself believe that it had all been a bad dream, that Phineas would come over and start enthusiastically explaining some master plan to make every day the best day ever, that we would go to school and Vanessa would still be ignoring me because of our breakup and Isabella would be flirting with Phineas who wouldn't take notice at all. Then the pendent rubbed against my chest and I knew it wasn't a dream.
I sat up slowly, looking around the room. Candace was sitting on Phineas' bed, clutching something close to her chest. When I moved she looked over and smiled sheepishly, swinging her legs off the side and turning to leave. Guilt panged in my chest and I sighed.
"You don't have to go, Candace." I told her. When she turned to smile gratefully at me, I noticed more of the thing she was holding so possessively. "What's that?" I asked. She walked over and sat at the edge of my bed.
"Oh this? It's nothing. Just…something Phineas made me when we were really little." She held it up for me to see. It was crudely constructed of several household items, not nearly as neat as the things we built together – Phineas had always been a speed builder, I was the one who made it look presentable and not like something made of random parts Phineas ordered from who-knows-where – and in the shape of a cube. It had wires sticking up all over it and so many little buttons and switches you could barely see a scrap of metal that wasn't covered in them.
"What does it do?" I asked. Candace laughed softly, a sad look in her eyes.
"He made it before I knew that the stuff actually worked. I put it in my closet and forgot about it until now." She said, shrugging helplessly. "I never asked." She got up and walked towards the door. "I should go try and calm Mom and Dad down again." She left the little box sitting at the foot of my bed. After a moment's hesitation, I picked it up, looking it over absently.
"There are many things you don't know about your little friend."
"Phineas doesn't take sides. He just takes what he needs and leaves you to die."
"How do you know that?"
I sighed, bouncing the little box in my hand. "Who are you?" I asked softly.
You're too important for anyone
You play the role of all you long to be
But I – I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
But where
Will you go?
With no one left to save you from yourself?
You can't escape
You can't escape
You think that I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one
Seems to hear your hidden cries
You don't want to face yourself alone
But where
Will you go?
With no one left to save you from yourself?
You can't escape
I realize you're afraid
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape