Chapter 7: This Can't Be Good

General POV

It was another day of school. Normally the gang would be excited (or just Baljeet), but it wasn't another normal school day.

Why?

The gang had quietly split up. Now each of them were now independent and struggling to find new friends.

And that would be the case for Phineas.

The past few hours had been literally hell for him. Trying to cope with his ADHD, he'd found it difficult to make not even an enemy. What had happened? Maybe Ferb, told everyone a lie about him and they believed it? Maybe to the point where they avoided him altogether?

He had just closed his locker, about to rush off to his next class, when he jumped. A girl was standing to his right, grinning.

"Hi, Phineas! I'm Mica!" She introduced herself.

Phineas' POV

I was taken aback. She had a 'pinurple' top, a purple skirt, purple shoes, purple hair, and was the most gorgeous lady I had ever seen!

No! I shouldn't be thinking those things about a girl I met five seconds ago! It's just wrong!, I thought. What's going through my brain?!

She was the opposite of Isabella, hence the 'pinurple', a combination of pink and purple. Yes, I know these slang terms; I'm smart.

Or maybe I learnt 'em on the Internet...

"H-hi, M-Mica!" I stuttered. "I-I'm good; y-you?" My voice cracked. God, what's wrong with me!, I thought.

Mica giggled. "You silly boy!"

Okay, she's really freaking me out!

"Turns out we have the same class together!"

This can't be good! "Oh no!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, yes!" she replied. "Let's go." She hurried to Room 103.

I hesitated a moment. Time to do some thinking. She looks vaguely familiar. Almost like Isab-

"Come on, Slowpoke; let's go!"

I groaned before following Mica.

Ferb's POV

God, I've really been having trouble with this Advanced AP Physics class! I wish Phineas were here. Oh wait.

Speak of the devil. He just walked in with some girl I've never seen.

Wait, what?!

Phineas walked in with some girl I've never seen?!

Well, at least he's getting girls now opposed to-I'm getting off-topic here!

Why did he never tell me? Oh, wait.

As he walked in, he glared at me. I glared back.

I glanced at the clock. The teacher, Mr. Phelps, was ten minutes late. No biggie; he's always, at least, fifteen minutes late. And I stand by my word when I say always. Some students say it's a coincidence. I just call it a blessing.

I looked down. Standing in front of me was Phineas, still glaring at me like there was no tomorrow. I glanced at the clock again. Eleven minutes. I should have at least four minutes to spare.

Looking around, I saw his girlfriend sitting down behind me filing her nails, completely oblivious as to what was going on. She must have picked it up from Phineas during the two-minute walk from his locker (I'm assuming they met there). A few others, at least ten students out of the twenty-five-student capacity were lazily sitting around, occupying themselves with whatever they had on hand. Stupid, lazy students.

Standing up, I grabbed Phineas' neck and flung him across the room, sending him crashing into Mr. Phelps' desk. The noise attracted the attention of some students, literally. The girls were swooning over my 'strength'. Now why would I put 'strength' in quotes?

Because I was weak. Betrayed from everything that had happened in the past few months. It destroyed me.

And Phineas was a skimpy-head.

*BAM*

I found myself crashing into the unoccupied desks at the front. Apparently I was so lost in thought, I didn't notice Phineas attack back.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

With the chants all around us, my world seemed to fade into darkness as the only thing visible was Phineas.

I wasted no time.

I ran towards him, my only intention to kill.

Well, not to kill. I wasn't that angry!

I threw a punch at Phineas. However, he was clever to block it. I threw my free hand at him. This time, I didn't miss him. I ended up hitting him square on the tip of his pointy face; his nose, more specifically. He lurched back, falling over in the process.

When he got up, his nose was bent. Try and picture that! The tip of his nose stayed crooked high up in the air as blood poured swiftly out of-Wait! Does he even have nostrils?

All I know is that I probably broke his nose.

I did break his nose.

Aw, man; I didn't mean to do that! I should probably go apologize or el-

Cool it, Fletcher! He's angry at you and you should be angry at him! This is not the time for apologizing!, I thought.

Oh, yeah...that would be a stupid idea.

Phineas' POV

Ferb, what the fuck!

On the outside, I'm in pain from the obvious attack to my face/nose as I'm fucking deformed! Wait, am I? I could've inherited this oddly-shaped face from my father, who may or may not be deformed, like me.

Strolling off-topic here! Whatever!

Just then, a small, but warm substance slid off my face, making a *ting* as it touched the ground. Is that-

Blood.

General POV

Phineas felt his world collapse around him. Stones grew from the ground, shielding his vision. Everyone around him seemed to disappear as the now-crystallized stones got closer, and closer, and closer;

And closer.

"Don't do this to me!" Phineas cried. "Please! I'll spare anything!"

Suddenly, the stones froze in place.

"Anything?" A voice boomed throughout the room.

Phineas jumped and hesitated before responding. "Anything."

"Hmm." The mysterious voice, or should I say force? HAHAHA-No? Okay…let's try that again.

"Hmm." The mysterious voice considered it. "Nope!"

"NOOOO!" Phineas resumed screaming. He was dead. Well, not yet!

What, stop? Okay…

There was no one to save him. Everyone had disappeared by now. He was all alone.

"NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO!" Phineas shouted. The stones crushed into his body. Orange and blue fabric, blood smears and bone fragments were visible, if you had the power to see through the stone. Those were the lifeless remains of Phineas Flynn.

"NO!" There was an echo, the source coming from a place that now smelled like sewer plants - or rotten shit. And then there was another echo.

"NO!"

A/N: Spoiler alert: this isn't a spoiler!

So Phin was amidst stones and died, crushed by the stones.

I should really re-write chapter 3 - Chasing Cheaters. What do you think? 3 votes say yes; leave it in the reviews :D

*literally munches his way out of a field of cookies, getting fat in the process*

What? Not funny? Okay..