"We've caught the artist," a voice said, just soft enough that the unconcious Django wouldn't be stirred in his sleep.
"Yeah, but luckily we got him with that ruse. If he didn't fall for it, it would've been bad for us," another voice whispered, carrying the unconcious boy. "What do we do with him?"
"I say we just leave him in the ice room. He'll probably freeze to death, but we don't need him anymore," the first voice suggested, Django being thrown into the room and locked from the outside. "There, we don't have to bother with anyone ruining our plans," the voice said in a normal tone."
"Let's go find those new drawings that the artist drew. Once we're able to figure out how he can draw figures into reality, we will rule this three dimensional world!" the two skulking away from the ice storage.
Meanwhile, Phineas and the others were about to begin their Fighter Version Risk. Each group had set up an area where they would begin the game. "Okay, are guys ready?" Baljeet asked through the voice chat, the group recieving the directions from their headphones.
"Yeah, we're about ready," Phineas answered.
"Bring it, Dilweed," Buford taunted.
"Oh, we will," Phineas said, beginning the game.
"So, who gets to go to battle first?" Isabella asked.
"We go first since we were first to fortify our positions," Baljeet said, making his move. "Okay, I battle Phineas and Isabella's base in Turkey!" Baljeet exclaimed.
"Do you want to battle?" Phineas asked.
"Sure," Isabella exclaimed, a screen with two fighters popped up.
"Ready to eat my educated dust?" Baljeet asked.
"In your dreams!" Isabella exclaimed, the fight starting. Isabella took her fighter and jumped up to land a descending kick on Baljeet's head. She then followed with a combo that Baljeet could not block, his fighter being defeated.
"Baljeet! You suck!"
"Quiet, Irving!" Baljeet yelled.
"Nice one, Isabella," Phineas complimented.
"Thank you very much," the two giggling.
"I have to admit, that was pretty good... for a girl," Buford taunted, ready to fight.
"You want to mess with me, Buford?" Isabella asked, returning the taunt.
"OH, I will!" Buford exclaimed, ready to fight.
"But it's still my turn!" Irving exclaimed, the two lying back in disappointment.
"Okay, I'll battle Ferb," Irving said, the two starting to battle.
Irving's character ran up to Ferb, but got kicked in the head. "Ow, that's got to hurt," he said, kicking Ferb's character into the air and slamming him down with a punch. But Ferb performed a five hit combo that defeated Irving's character.
"Man, and I was so close!" Irving yelled.
"He probably went easy on you," Isabella pointed out.
*flush* as Ferb walked into the room, looking at the screen. "Buford, did you play for my character?"
"How could I? I was hiding from... that," pointing to a doll in fear.
Ferb picked it up, seeing that it was a squid doll. "I know you don't like giant squids, but seriously, are you scared of everything related with squids?" he asked, but then corrected himself, "Oh yeah. You ate that whole platter of calamari last week."
"That's calamari. It has nothing to do with squid," Buford said.
"Buford, calamari is fried squid," Ferb informed, Buford grabbing a bag and barfing in it for forty seconds straight.
After he relieved himself, he gave the bag back to Ferb, "Thanks buddy," Ferb angered that it was his new school bag for the coming school year.
But then let out a sigh, since his mom would probably buy him a new one. The two heard a beeping on their computer screen. "Isabella is challenging you to a battle!" the game announced, Buford picking up the controller and putting his voice chat headphones back on.
"Bring it!" he yelled, the battle beginning.
Buford was clenching his controller, performing an immense combo that would normally be impossible to dodge. But Isabella dodged it and jumped up above the bully's character, doing a flip kick and knocking him down. But Buford sent her down with a low kick and then brought her back by kicking her upward. But before he could pull off his combo, she kicked him back and punched him, sending him flying before stepping on his body, defeating his character.
"Man, I went too easy on her," Buford stated.
"Yeah, sure you went easy," Isabella said sarcastically.
"Great shot, Isabella!" Phineas complimented with a high five.
"Thanks," high fiving him. Everyone heard a poor controller getting broken, and it wouldn't get any better later.
Meanwhile, Django was opening up his eyes, realizing how cold it was in the room. "Brrr. Where am I?" he asked, noticing the rope tying his hands together. He tried to break free, but didn't have enough power to break out of the rope. He decided to look around to see ice drops on his body. Ignoring that, he looked at the door, charging at it to try and open it. Despite charging at full might, the door didn't budge at all, only leaving a mark on his head.
"Man, that's a hard door," he said, sitting right next to the door in pain.
Outside, the replicas heard the bang on the door, one of them saying, "Well, it seems that our prisoner is awake."
"Let's see how long he can last," the other replica said, drinking a cup of fresh hot motor oil.
"Why can't I get out?" he yelled in frustration, his hands going numb, his facing swelling. He could barely feel his body due to the extreme cold. But he could do nothing, leaving him to wait and hope for a way.
"WE WIN!" Phineas and Isabella exclaimed in happiness, hugging each other. While Buford took his controller and in pure fury, flung it all the way to Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated.
"I'll buy you a new one," Buford said apologetically.
Meanwhile, Doofenshmirtz was lying on his bed, trying to sleep when the game controller hit him straight in the head. "OWWW!" he exclaimed in pain, getting up to see what had hit him.
"Are you serious? That's why I don't play video games. I'd start feeling bad for the poor sap who would get hit by a game controller in my fury," Doofenshmirtz said to himself, going outside to see a teal figure skulking around the premises.
"Is that...
I really wish I could've made this better, but I can't even think right now. Despite that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'd like to thank Comment person, Maplestrip and Spongey444 for reviewing! I'd also like to thank Spongey444 for adding this fanfic to story alert and favorites list! I'd also like to thank Maplestrip for adding this story to favorites!
Expect Date: I hate getting sick! You get to skip school, but it's hard to write when you're sick. But the next chapter won't come out until at least after November 15 because I hope to get better before camp. If I don't, I still won't be able to update by then. Hopefully, I will try to update by November 20, but don't count on it.