When did it all go so wrong?

I have asked myself that question every single day for the past twenty years. I already know the answer unfortunately. It all started on that first day of summer. It had been such a beautiful day that morning. I was lazily resting up against my owner, purring contently as he gently rubbed my back. That's when I heard the sound of my watch going off.

A mission.

I scurried off and down to my lair, getting briefed by my boss. He went on to say my old nemesis was up to something. Apparently attempting to reserve the rotation of the Earth? That was odd. Nonetheless I went off to stop him.

As usual, I found myself trapped just as I entered. Heinz had such an uncanny ability to predict where I would come in through. Sometimes it really amazed me. I listened to the doctor explain his plan and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. For all his mechanical genius, he was so bumbling and forgetful. He hadn't even thoroughly thought out his plan yet.

Sometimes I wondered if I could be assigned to a much more threatening evil scientist but the more I thought about it…the more I didn't want for something like that to happen.

Anyway, I had freed myself and begun the usual battle between him and me. That's when his invention whirred to life and started to pull. Unfortunately it didn't do as Heinz intended and instead pulled all the tin foil off of the eastern coast. It all collided in one ginormous ball and was heading straight for the D.E.I. building.

We had to stop it somehow.

Heinz and me pushed and pulled on the invention but it wouldn't budge. That's when I spotted a helicopter passing by. Whipping out my grappling hook, I devised a quick plan to ensure our safety.

Unfortunately just as it was about to hook onto the helicopter, it turned and flew in another direction. My device fell to the floor with a clank and my attention turned to the ever closer giant ball of tin foil. I turned to the doctor, ready to grab him and run.

But he had already jumped down onto a lower section to escape the incoming ball. The next thing I knew I was in immense pain. My entire body ached and burned as I felt my bones break from the impact. My vision was blurry and I could feel myself falling.

Just out of the corner of my eye I could see the fading image of Heinz standing victorious. He had escaped unharmed.

I hit the pavement and that was it. I blacked out.

I woke up three months later.

Doofenshmirtz was already in power by that point. He had taken city hall and made Danville his.

I was stuck in a full body cast for the next 15 months and each day I grew more and more depressed.

I had failed.

The minute I was free from my cast, I would go out and put a stop to Heinz and his expanding power over the tri-state area. I had to.

That's exactly what I did when given the chance. I confronted him at his company, which had been remodeled to fit his new position as ruler of Danville.

Yet again I failed.

He acted so smug about it as well. Constantly reminding me of how I was responsible for all of this. How if I hadn't failed in stopping him, none of this would have occurred.

I continued to fail.

Days turned into months. Months turned into years.

I've given up.

What's the point anymore?

Now here I sit in my broken base, beaten and feeble from old age. Doofenshmirtz continues to rule with glee and an iron fist. My family…Phineas, Ferb, Linda, Lawrence, Candace…they're slaves. Slaves for Doofenshmirtz to abuse to his desire. Everyone is beneath him.

I'm sorry.

It's all my fault.

I'm so sorry I failed.

He's won.