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The skies had become uncharacteristically dreary as the young Fireside Girl glanced around the horizon. It wasn't like anything she saw here in Danville, to say the least. Dreary skies meant rain; but not a single drop of water came. In fact, the wind stopped blowing. Not a single noise could be heard. It was as if time had stopped completely.
Isabella Garcia Sharpio glared, refusing to show any signs of fear despite the fact that her Troop was nowhere to be found, nor was her crush, Phineas Flynn, or his brother, Ferb Fletcher, there to help her. This was something she had to figure out alone, and fast. She didn't know why speed was the essence, but there was something in her gut telling her that something was wrong, and that she had to get out of there, wherever it was she may be in. But no, if that was the case, then she HAD to do something about it! She was a Fireside Girl after all!
She took a slow step forward, as if the ground blow her was thin ice. She took another step. And another. And another.
She took about ten steps more, speeding up little by little, until the ground suddenly began to shake, causing the young nine-year old to fall to the ground with an "Oomph!"
"What was that?" Isabella found herself asking in a weak voice. She felt so tired for some reason...but...
The ground moved again, and this time, it began cracking open, creating a fissure. Isabella let out a gasp before leaping into the air and running as fast as she could, all sense of sluggishness disappearing in an instant. She took quite a few glances, as she noticed demon-like claws pushing the fissure open. A loud roar emanated from the crack, which caused Isabella to suddenly fall to the ground, writhing in pain.
"Ugh, that voice...so loud..." Isabella grunted as she plugged her ears the best she could.
Right as the sound seemed to stop completely, the beast leaped out of the fissure, and landed merely ten feet from Isabella, who gasped at the sight of the thing. It looked like a dog...and a cat...a dragon...ugh, so strange yet so familiar. Where had she seen this thing before? Isabella then took out her Fireside Girl's Handbook and glossed through it until she got to the Mythology page.
Fireside Girls are prepared for anything; don't question there being mythology in the books.
"Chimera," Isabella read, "The term chimera has come to describe any mythical or fictional animal with parts taken from various animals, or to describe anything perceived as wildly imaginative or implausible. Sighting a Chimera was an omen of storms, shipwrecks, and other natural disasters..." Isabella closed her book and looked up at the beast, attempting to be bold, "Don't th-think you scare me, whatever...or whoever you are!"
The beast, a chimera as it were, let out another monstrous roar. Isabella stared for a moment, before the beast looked down at her. Now looking at it closely, she noticed that it looked much like some kind of distorted-looking plush, or even a hand puppet with legs. It's eyes were large buttons with demonic irises staring at her hungrily. It's mouth had stitches on it, preventing the monster from opening his mouth to the point of tearing itself apart. Finally, there were patches on it neck, the back of its head, and on its chest.
"Hello there, child..." the voice wasn't nearly as pleasant as it was chilling and creepy. Isabella took a few steps back, feeling her chest tighten. "...You are witnessing the end of all life as you know it..."
Isabella let out a small gasp of horror, as she grabbed onto her chest. She was just about ready to run for her life, when the beast continued. "Be grateful for this blessing, child..." it continued with a growl, "For it shall be your last...for this...is the beginning of...YOUR DEMISE!"
Fire blasted from the creature's mouth, as it roared with greater intensity. As the fire came straight toward Isabella, the girl froze, her fear getting the best of her. The flames were merely seconds away before she returned to reality and let out a bit of a yelp.
Isabella looked around her room, all pink and purple, much like Candace's, only a bit less so. She panted heavily, before noticing her pet dog, Pinky, sleeping silently on his doggy bed. Isabella let out a sigh of relief.
"It...it was just a bad dream, Isabella," she told herself, "Better get back to sleep. Tomorrow's another day..."
As she lied back down, drifting off once more, she couldn't help but hear what sounded like a low sounding snicker.
Ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaa...
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The Puppeteer
By: Galaxina-the-Seedrian
Book 1: We All Fall Down
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(Chapter 1: Two For One)
Welcome to Danville: Happiest place on Earth! Well, that's not the official name, but it should be. For now, we just call it Danville. My name is Phineas Flynn. I have two siblings-my best friend/brother, Ferb, and my big sister, Candace-awesome parents, a pet platypus named Perry, and amazing friends all over the entire galaxy!
I'm being totally serious; one of our friends is an alien named Meap.
Isabella, another one of my friends, had this great idea that we all write about all the adventures we had, like a personal journal. But, I plan on publishing this as one of our (that is to say, mine and Ferb's) projects, so I'll try not to be too personal. I mean, it'd be pretty awkward if I wrote some of my deepest secrets and then published it to the world for all to see. Then again, it would be good therapy...not that I would ever need it anyway. I mean, c'mon! What could possibly go wrong in a town like Danville?
Welp, this seems like a good enough start. I better get going. Ferb and I are going to be building a 3D movie theater!
See ya later!
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Normal POV
July 13th 20**
It was another beautiful summer day like any other. The sun shone brightly above the city of Danville. Birds chirped as they took to the skies, children played and laughed. Perhaps, it was a little too beautiful, but no one seemed to care or mind.
Perfect days like this were no trick played by some bully. They couldn't be, otherwise they wouldn't be perfect. And besides, Danville wasn't even a place for bad days. The worst any day in the town would be for anyone, save for the few pessimists, would be a "fair day". There was no such thing as a "worst day" for anyone living there.
Truth be told, the town itself wasn't perfect. It had pros and cons like everything else in the world. Despite this, though, everyone seemed to have some glimmer of hope, some bit of confidence, some kind of optimism to them.
Phineas was the perfect example. Practically being the embodiment of optimism, almost nothing could keep him down. During the times that he did feel depressed, the phase would go by in about five to ten minutes before his hope would be easily rekindled. He was always out trying to make the most of everyday, with his brother and friends to help him. Carpe Diam was his motto.
Ferb was an enigma to many people. The main reason was that no one really knew what the green-headed Brit was thinking most of the time. But everyone honestly believed that it was Phineas who made him "the man of action" he is today. Unbeknownst to them, it was also vice-versa when it came to the brothers.
Isabella was a born leader, a trooper, the bravest girl in the world, and that's only a slice of the cake. She also happens to have a long-term crush on Phineas, who remains oblivious to those feelings to this day. Well, crush wasn't exactly the right word, considering the strength of her feelings towards the boy. No, this was obviously true love that she was experiencing.
Candace wasn't considered a pessimist. She was optimistic, it's just that she went about life differently than everyone else. It wasn't always a positive outlet, given that Candace would rather bust her brothers than hang out with friends, or obsess over her boyfriend Jeremy. It didn't mean she was a bad person at all. She cared about her friends and family a lot, it's just that she's a teenager. And, let's face it, teens do pretty stupid things.
Perry was Phineas and Ferb's semi-aquatic, egg-laying mammal (of action). A furry little flat-foot who never flinched from a fray. And I mean, NEVER. The secret agent platypus was afraid of nothing...except for being separated from his family. Although it was hard work, keeping his double life a secret from those closest to him was worth it if it meant not being reassigned.
Even Dr. Doofenshmirtz had some type of optimism when it came to trying to take over the Tri-State Area. Yes, he never won against his nemesis Perry the Platypus, and it was obvious that he never would. But, he honestly thought he could do it. He thought that, one day, his dreams would finally be realized. And besides, fighting his nemesis wasn't half-bad, given the constant injuries and bad luck.
Today was not to be ignored. Especially by Phineas and Ferb. With a little bit of brainstorming, effort, and teamwork, the two brothers (who refused to refer to each other as STEP brothers, no matter what Buford or anyone else said) could make anything happen.
Anything...
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~"Morning in Ponyville" by Daniel Ingram, rewritten by Galaxina-the-Seedrian~
The door of the Flynn-Fletchers slammed open as Phineas and Ferb, having both just awoken to seize the day, were about to make their way to the blueprints store. Meanwhile, everyone else was happily going about their usual routine, whether it was children playing, adults working, or teens hanging out.
Phineas: Morning in Da-anville shimmers~
Morning in Da-anville shi-i-ines~!
And I know for absolute certain~
That everything is certainly fi-i-ine~!
A limo drove down the street as Phineas and Ferb waited to cross the street. Inside was Mayor Roger Doofenshmirtz, looking rather proud as usual.
Phineas: There's the mayor, en-route to his office
Just as they made it to the other side, they were met with Irving, who flashed a camera at the brothers and swiftly took out another camera as he began to videotape them. Phineas and Ferb both "politely" began to make their way around the crazy fan boy, who simple followed their movement.
Phineas: Irving's sta-I mean-making a film~!
Irving let out a happy squeal before Phineas and Ferb quickly fled, losing sight of their biggest fan.
Phineas: My dear Danville
Is so gentle and still
Can things ever go wrong?
I don't think that they will~!
Everyone remained as unaware to the dark-grey clouds suddenly forming as Phineas was to Isabella's affection. All were oblivious to the eerie change of weather, as they simply ignored it.
Phineas: Morning in Da-anville shimmers~!
Morning in Da-anville shi-i-ines~!
And I know for absolute certain~
That everything is certainly-!
Plop!
A pile of cold whiteness fell on top of Phineas and Ferb and buried them, just as they got to their destination. They poked their heads out, shivering as they noticed everyone look up to the sky, completely shocked at the familiar substances gently falling from the sky. The two brother gave each other curious glances.
"Snow," Phineas asked.
"In the summer," Ferb finished.
Yes, there had been S'winter before, courtesy of Phineas and Ferb, but that had been created using a rather old snow-cone machine. This snowfall was occurring naturally, to some extent, since some of the snow fell in large piles like the one that buried Phineas and Ferb. Oh, and the fact that it was snowing in the middle of July...well, I suppose it makes sense, because, Christmas in July...eh? Eh?
...Just keep reading.
Some people, like Candace, thought that Phineas and Ferb were the cause of the random frost (though, unlike Candace, they treated it as a normal snow day). In reality, they were just as confused as everyone else. The OWCA, specifically Monogram, had their suspicions that it was Dr. Doofenshmirtz, Dr. Schnitzel, or even a member of LOVEMUFFIN's doing. Only problems were that Schnitzel wasn't smart enough to change the weather, the rest of LOVEMUFFIN were on a retreat to the Rockies, and no one had seen Dr. Doofenshmirtz since his so-called "dream" involving him being captured by a large cult wanting to use him as a sacrifice for a fictitious being.
Doofenshmirtz remembered the day after he was captured, when he told Perry about the incident, how his inator wasn't finished because of it. But Perry just stared at him, like he was completely insane. Like he didn't believe him. Weren't there cameras that the OWCA placed in his home? Didn't ANYONE see what had happened that night?
There was just no possible way that it could have been a dream...
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Two weeks ago...
June 31st
Perry the Platypus had already left back to his host-family, leaving Doofenshmirtz alone to clean up the mess the platypus created. He continued to ramble to his nemesis, even though the said platypus wasn't even there with him. People he knew often questioned his sanity whenever he talked to him about Perry, or saw him rambling to himself, or saw him building some crazy contraptions. Doofenshmirtz was either completely oblivious towards their attitudes, or mentally promised vengeance.
Perhaps what had happened the other night was a dream. It had to have been. There was no other way that the OWCA could have missed what had happened that night. Still...it felt so real. Doofenshmirtz tried brushing it off, but surely there must be some proof of...
...wait...A SCAR! He had been hit in the side with a sword!
Doofenshmirtz lifted up his shirt, part of him knowing that the dream had to have been fake, the other thinking the total opposite.
And there it was: a large, paper-cut deep cut on his side. Doofenshmirtz's jaw dropped. "It was," he said dryly, "It was real...real as it'll ever be, Heinz."
Doofenshmirtz heard an low-voiced chuckle...from HIS own mouth, no less! But, that wasn't his voice at all. It sounded so...inhuman.
"Oh, I've seen this before," the voice spoke again, "You have no idea who I am do you? Peh."
"O-okay," Doofenshmirtz sighed, "I obviously have had a tiring two days...all I need is a nap, and it'll all go away tomorrow."
"What'll go away? Your stress? Or that petty OWCA? Perhaps, maybe, your sense of humor? HA-HA!"
Doofenshmirtz stood up, ignoring the rest of the mess, and heading to his room in a tired fashion. "Just ignore it, Doofenshmirtz, just ignore it," he repeated to himself as he went. Suddenly, he felt himself glaring. The voice had become purely enraged.
"It? IT?! Now that's just insulting!"
Why does this thing sound so real, Heinz wondered.
"I AM real, fool."
Doofenshmirtz gasped. "DON'T READ MY THOUGHTS," he yelled angrily, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Wait a minute! What was the point of telling something that wasn't...real...augh, this was weird.
"I'm afraid that's not possible," the voice said, as Doofenshmirtz felt his mouth move automatically again, "As of now, you and I are stuck together."
Doofenshmirtz felt a headache coming on. "Huh? Wha-?"
"Do you not recall last night," the voice asked in an almost irritated tone, "When they tried to revive ME through YOU?"
The evil scientist's brain slowly began to function again as he remembered the night. There was some ritual, involving him, some cult, and the revival of...
"Wait," Doofenshmirtz said, piecing the puzzle together, "You mean...you're...?"
"Yes," the voiced grinned, "I am."
Doofenshmirtz felt like he was having a nightmare of some kind. Worse than the Kinderlumper. DEFINITELY worse than the Kinderlumper. This thing was...was...
"You're real," was all Doofenshmirtz could say.
The voice snickered. "Of course I'm real," the voice went on, "The Puppeteer is no mere fairy tale, Heinz. Although the ritual failed thanks to Gaia and her lap-dogs, they were unable to destroy me. My body could not be restored, yes, but my spirit lived. Unfortunately, I was unable to traverse anywhere else but inside your subconscious.
"So, to be blunt, I'm stuck with you and vice versa."
Doofenshmirtz blinked. "What did I eat last night," he asked himself, "This is just too ridiculous to be real..."
"Nonbeliever!" The Puppeteer spat, "You want proof?"
"No, I just want to go to bed and forget this day ever happened," Doofenshmirtz said.
What was he doing? He was talking to a figment of his imagination for crying out loud! Maybe he was crazy...
"Is the scar on your side not enough?" the evil spirit hissed, "Very well then! I'll give you proof..."
Doofenshmirtz ignored the voice, unaware that somehow, someway, the picture of himself and his daughter, Vanessa, began floating in the air. It swayed back and forth, aiming itself at the back of Doofenshmirtz's head. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
Fling!
CRASH
"ACK!
Shatter
Thud
Doofenshmirtz felt the picture frame hit his in the back of head and fall to the floor with a shatter. As for Doofenshmirtz himself, he fell face first on the floor, groaning in pain. "What the heck was that for," Doofenshmirtz growled as he pushed himself up onto his knees.
The Puppeteer snickered. "Ever heard of the saying 'Pinch me, I must be dreaming'?" he asked, "Well, seeing as I can't make you pinch yourself (yet, that is), I had to improvise."
Doofenshmirtz turned to see his precious picture lying on the ground. He picked it up and wiped off the broken glass. "So you decide to throw a picture frame at me," he asked, gritting his teeth.
"As long as I proved my existence, that's of no concern to me," The Puppeteer claimed.
"I need to get some sleep..." Doofenshmirtz rubbed his forehead, "This is just way too strange for me...and I do really strange things."
"Ah, yes, I know what you mean: you fight a platypus only to fail, you can't take care of your own daughter without upsetting her-."
"HEY! Don't bring Vanessa into this!"
Doofenshmirtz felt his eyes roll. Although The Puppeteer had no control of his hands,-and hopefully not the rest of his body-his facial expressions were easy to manipulate. "As I was saying..." The Puppeteer continued, "Your own family hates you enough to favor your little brother who doesn't even have a GIRLFRIEND let alone children for them to spoil, practically everyone doesn't give a rabble about your existence, and for good reason. You can't even take over the Tri-State Area properly!"
"How do you even know about that," Doofenshmirtz asked, "I never said-."
"Being in your mentality doesn't refrain me from seeing or hearing whatever you can see or hear," The Puppeteer interrupted, "And besides, while here, I took the liberty of going through your memories. You have a lot of terrible ones. Just look at this one: your parents made you into a lawn gnome?"
Alright, so Doofenshmirtz wasn't dreaming. Maybe he was just hearing things. But, was he really that stressed from today? Or the night before even? He was well aware that the ritual was reality and not a mere nightmare, but this voice who claimed to be the same being that was told in his Mythology class when he was younger couldn't possibly be real.
Even he wasn't that stupid!
...Wait a minute.
"Then there was the time where you went camping and...HAHAHA! You got a fire hydrant implanted into you leg?!"
"Hey," Doofenshmirtz said, "That wasn't funny then, and it's not funny now!"
"It all depends on the beholder, I suppose," The Puppeteer said nonchalantly, as if he were shrugging.
"I don't even know if that makes sense with what I just said," Doofenshmirtz face palmed.
"I'm The Puppeteer; a chimera. I live to make absolutely no sense at all...and I LIKE it that way!"
The "chimera" suddenly sounded like his own encyclopedia.
"DAD?"
Doofenshmirtz turned to the kitchen, where Norm was walking out of, carrying a try of muffins. His almost always happy expression, as well as his optimistic voice that always made Doofenshmirtz question why he ever built the giant robot man, made it completely impossible to tell if he were worried about the doctor or just...happy. Always happy.
Doofenshmirtz growled. "For the last time, I am NOT your father!" he said, "Now what do you want?"
"WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?" Norm asked, turning his head from left to right mechanically in order to scan the room. "THERE IS NO ONE HERE..."
"I don't want to talk about it," Doofenshmirtz said, feeling a headache coming on out of the sheer stupidity of it all, "Just...go, eat your muffins..."
"I CAN'T EAT-"
"Go!"
Norm obeyed immediately after that, "mumbling" something about how he could have sworn that his sensors picked up another life form within the premise. Doofenshmirtz face-palmed lightly and sighed, failing to hear whatever important detail Norm had to say. "Okay...so, let's say that you're real, and I'm not hallucinating," Doofenshmirtz said, "What do you want?"
"What I want is simple, Heinz," the voice spoke again, "I want to help you, so to speak..."
"...Say what, now?" Now this caught the "doctor" off guard. "Hold on, hold on. Back up a bit there. The cult worshiping you tries to kill me-"
"Yes, my apologies for their ignorance," The Puppeteer said trying to feign sincerity, "They may treat me as a god, but they can be pretty brash. Especially Nox. That boy is as stubborn as a bull."
"-yeah, yeah, so, why do you suddenly want to help the one who they tried sacrificing in order to bring you back? Sparing me doesn't exactly help you, does it? Not that I'm complaining about tha-"
"You really are inquisitive, aren't you, Heinz?" The Puppeteer interrupted with another eye roll, "You were not meant to be sacrificed from the beginning. Nox had found the wrong vessel that required a sacrifice; and I had no intentions of having him kill someone off...yet..."
The Puppeteer snickered. Somehow, Doofenshmirtz didn't like where this was going at all. "But, returning to matters at hand, you hold the key to my success," the voice explained, "And I hold the key to yours. Simple and fair, don't you think? If you allow me to assist you, I can guarantee victory on both our parts. What do you think?"
"If I help you," Doofenshmirtz said, "What'll make me think that you won't turn your back on me, hm?"
"Does that matter right now?" The Puppeteer asked, "I have no ability of harming you unless I want to cause my own self destruction. If you comply, I will help you in your conquest. But in return, I need your full cooperation. Later, we will discuss this again, but hopefully you will lack doubt of me. After all, I always keep my promises...so, do we have a deal? Or would you rather be beaten by a platypus for the rest of your life?"
Doofenshmirtz thought for a moment. Coming to terms that The Puppeteer was...real, was strange. But, if it meant finally beating Perry the Platypus, then maybe...yes. Thinking about having to deal with Perry for till they both were elders made Doofenshmirtz cringe, and it was enough for him to make a decision without a second thought, even though it desperately needed one.
"Okay, deal. Where do we start?"
Doofenshmirtz felt himself grinning evilly.
Well, this was going to be...interesting, to say the least.
A/N:
Alright, so Doofenshmirtz is being possessed by what is obviously an evil spirit, of whom wants to assist him in conquest...Is it me, or has Doofenshmirtz faced a weirder day than this. XD
Dr. Schnitzel: That's still pretty creepy, though. O_o;
As for Isabella's dream, that will be explained more in the next chapter! :D
I apologize for not updating in a long time. I've been doing stuff. And more stuff. And stuff stuff. XD
In other words, I've been very, very, very, very, very, very busy lately. ^^;
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