BTW, allow me to explain all the games that were mentioned in the previous chapter. From first mentioning to last: "Elevator Action", "Star Tropics" and its sequel "Zoda's Revenge", "Bubble Bobble" with the sequel "Rainbow Islands", "Mappyland", "Kirby's Adventure" (the one everyone got right), and "Shadowgate". All dearly beloved games that have been in the family for as long as both Amber and I could remember and all of the Nintendo Entertainment System console. TO HECK WITH THE 3DS SCRAD!

It takes 21 days to set a habit and 3 days to break it. Breaking a habit though, is much harder to do than to say. And people who only break habits like smoking or drinking, can not possibly imagine breaking a habit that has passion into it. There is literal pain while breaking one such as this. To take away the keyboard or pencil of a writer, is near murder on them. They will go to lengths of insomnia to find any means of writing behind other's backs. Depression, rage, and other means of emotional turmoil will be of occurrence to them during the day hours. Even worse, however, was the case with Phineas and Isabella could clearly see this. He had been shaky and worried when he could talk and not build while Baljeet scaled a mountain, but this only raised her concern.

"Um... Guys? You think we're taking it a bit far with Phineas?", she asked as she sat down to lunch.

Murmurs of agreement came from Baljeet and Buford, but Ferb remained his normal quiet and calm type. He simply leaned back in his chair with an expectant look.

"What do you mean?", he said in an uncaring manner.

"...Ferb! Look at him!", Isabella said in quite a shock to the brother's attitude.

Phineas was curled up in a corner, hugging his knees tightly while streams of tears poured off of his face. His hands would either rub his stomach, his head, or his eyes constantly. His breath was shallow, he trembled from head to foot, and he was looking manically about the kitchen as if looking for a small beam of light in a pit of pure darkness.

"I asked him if he was alright while I made my sandwich and he said he was having a migraine. Nausea, light and sound sensitivity and all.", she said.

"He looks like he's been tortured without the blood.", Baljeet interjected, wincing some as he saw the young inventor.

"He'll be fine.", Ferb shrugged. "He took this challenge on. It's only his fault he's like this."

Isabella cringed, hearing Ferb speak like this but he did have a point. Besides, when a Flynn-Fletcher took on a bet, it was from her personal observation that they did not give up easily on it. But as the day progressed, the kids tried to persuade Phineas as he laid on the couch, wrapped up tightly under a blanket, to do something but nothing got through to him. He simply laid there like a cold statue.

"Phineas, come on! This isn't what normal kids do!", Isabella said, trying to pull on his arm, though it wouldn't budge. "You're freaking me out!"

"Phineas, please. Say SOMETHING.", Baljeet urged. "Say something at least!"

"If you're playing sick, you know, kids normally only do that to get outta school or something.", Buford said, also becoming worried.

Phineas only remained motionless. As if none of them were even there. Isabella stepped back, looking horrified as she saw him. It was a scary sight. Even more scary than when he and Ferb were dull and boring for the day. She began to regret making the bet in the first place. Or even wishing they had a normal day! Then, as her heart skipped a beat in surprise and hope, Phineas' head moved upwards a bit, like he was getting ready to say something. His eye-brows came together in a terrified expression of his own. Like he was seeing the grim reaper standing right there in the room. The kids wondered for a moment if he was going to throw up from the looks of it.

"Ph...phineas?", Isabella asked softly before jumping back in terror as Phineas let out a petrified scream that rattled the windows.

As he refilled his lungs, scream after scream filled the house as if he was being stabbed and murdered on the spot. Fear flooded everyone as Isabella quickly ran over to shake him and try anything to snap him out of it.

"Phineas! Phineas calm down!", she pleaded, panicked herself.

Even Ferb now, was also worried and right by her side, shaking the rest of his body with her. But Phineas kept at it, now grabbing his face with a pained expression and his eyes shut tight. Like nightmares were invading his mind.

"Phineas! PLEASE!", Isabella begged.

"Y-you won! You don't have to do the bet!", Baljeet said, equally worried.

"DO YOU HEAR THAT? YOU WON!", Buford bellowed out, hoping desperately Phineas would hear.

"Phineas please stop!", Isabella continued. "If this is about the bet you won!"

"Do you not here her?! We give up! Stop this madness!", Ferb finally pleaded.

"AAAAAAHHHHH-HA!", Phineas' face suddenly changed. A wide, malicious, and manic smile was spread from ear to ear as he pointed an accusing finger at his brother. "YOU admitted it! I WON!"

Everyone stared in shock as Phineas began to laugh, clapping at his own joke.

"I can't believe you guys fell for that!", he said between laughs. "That was TOO easy!"

"Wait wait wait, you...tricked us?", Isabella pieced together. "You tricked us into thinking you were sick and in pain?"

"I'm surprised you guys didn't doubt me!", Phineas agreed.

"You did all this for a bet?!", Buford said, now seething with growing rage.

"That is NOT fair! You lost! Kids don't scream in terror like that! Now it will haunt us for the rest of our lives!", Baljeet said, also getting mad.

"NO. I didn't lose. I faked being sick to get out of something. Just like you said, Buford. It's a normal kid thing. I also PRETENDED which is ANOTHER normal kid thing. Kids pretend. The pretending varies, so I PRETENDED to be in pain. Granted it DID hurt to play those games, I was PRETENDING to have a mental break down.", Phineas explained. "I have been acting like a normal kid throughout the entire day. AND YOU ADMITTED I WON THE BET, FERB!"

Ferb was quiet once again. No expression on his face conveyed what his thoughts were. He glanced to the side for a moment and then raised a curious eyebrow as his brother relished in his glory.

"FINALLY I could go back to building things! Let's get moving people! Time's a-wasting!", Phineas smiled as he got off the couch to head for the backyard.

"Phineas! Ferb! Dinner's done!", Linda suddenly called out, making Phineas halt in his tracks.

Ferb only smiled. The bet ended when it was 6 o'clock, time for dinner. The current time was 6:02 according to the clock Ferb saw. Phineas' entire day was spent without any inventions. Ferb's goal for the day was reached. Whether he lost $50 or not. He and Phineas shared everything anyway. Phineas looked back at his brother who was silently relishing his own triumph. It was a very quiet moment in the room before Candace came running into the kitchen.

"MOM! You have to see this! Phineas is trying to beat up Ferb!", Candace was exclaiming in all out shock and fear.