And so we have come to the milestone I like to call chapter 10! You may be slightly disappointed by what you may see after last chapter's cliffhanger, but you'll know what I may by the end.
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Evening, the time of day when darkness begins to fall upon the earth, and when the actions of life become polarized in the most drastic of ways. But you know what? Screw this part of the chapter exposition! Its only purpose is to essentially give me an idea of what to say!
So yeah, forward!
Major Monogram was on the phone in his office, listening with increasing horror about what the man on the other end was speaking, and also knowing of the other man who had stumbled into the O.W.C.A. headquarters screaming in pain. The afternoon and current evening were not pleasant whatsoever.
"So you lost contact with them fifteen minutes ago? All right, yes, I understand. Yes, I'll talk to you later." Major Monogram said to the Prime Minister, who was on the other end of the phone.
As Monogram hung up, he sighed heavily. Already things were looking bleak. Again. The first team to fight off the S.A.F., whatever it was, had gone missing, and now Monogram had to deal with a second problem that also seemed to have do with S.A.F…
It had begun shortly after Perry and his team had left for Tokyo. Major Monogram had just been sitting to compose his thoughts, when Carl had rushed into his office in a panic. Apparently, Heinz Doofenshmirtz had staggered near the O.W.C.A. headquarters in tremendous pain, and had been put in quarantine when he had mumbled out the words "Infected" and "Fungus".
Now Major Monogram was going to talk to the quarantined Heinz, to see what exactly had happened. He wasn't looking forward to it.
Major Monogram walked into the lab, where Heinz lay on the bed, groaning in pain.
"Status update Carl!" Major Monogram commanded.
Carl nodded.
"All right, here's the full story sir, Dr. Doofenshmirtz came in here stumbling around erratically muttering something about being infected with fungus and death, and then he fainted. Then we saw a weird brown flaky stuff covering his feet completely, because for some reason, he took off his shoes."
"Well, that's disgusting. What happened next?" Major Monogram asked.
"It looked a lot like foot fungus, I had it once and my feet were itching, flaking, and-, "Carl began, but Major Monogram motioned for him not to get too in-depth about that occurrence.
"Oh, sorry sir." Carl apologized before he continued, "Dr. Doofenshmirtz was then placed in quarantine, where he just fell unconscious whilst we looked over his body. The results were, uh, not exactly pleasant."
"What do you mean by that Carl?" Major Monogram asked
"Apparently, Dr. Doofenshmirtz has been infected with some altered form of athlete's foot, a foot fungus known to infect the feet of numerous sweaty athletes." Carl said
"TMI Carl, TMI." Major Monogram replied.
"This is vital sir, this is no ordinary foot fungus."
"Really, how?"
"It dissolves bones." Carl said bluntly.
The look on Major Monogram's face was one of exhaustion, disgust, and shock. Mainly disgust.
"A bone decaying fungus?" he asked incredulously
"Yes sir, here's the X-ray scan we took of Doofenshmirtz." Carl said.
A black-and-white x-ray photograph was handed to Major Monogram by Carl. What the major saw increased his need to vomit. In the picture, the entire skeletal structure for Heinz's feet had become extremely thin and rough, whilst the fibula bones in his legs had mainly disappeared, and the tibia and patella had become rough in shape.
All in all, it was quite gross.
"Great googly moogly." Major Monogram muttered. "How did this happen?"
"Dr. Doofenshmirtz can tell you, he's regained consciousness." Carl said.
Major Monogram looked at Heinz, now sitting up, grimacing.
"So um, let's get to the point. What happened?" Major Monogram asked Heinz.
"I'll tell you if you can answer this question first." Heinz answered.
"We don't have time, your skeletal structure as we speak is rapidly deteriorating, first tell us how you got like this, and then I'll answer your question." Major Monogram replied back.
"Wait, my bones are dissolving?!" Heinz asked in horror and shock.
"Yes, yes they are." Major Monogram replied.
"Um, okay then, I'll tell you." Heinz cleared his throat. "It all started when Perry the Platypus destroyed my 'Cow-Pie-inator, created due the terrifying traumatizing-"
"We don't have time for a backstory Doofenshmirtz, what happened after Agent P destroyed your inator?" Major Monogram interrupted.
"Sheesh, killjoy." Heinz muttered before continuing, "After cleaning the whole place up, I was working to piece together a new self-destruct button for my next inator, when I saw a long line of fire ants on my balcony. At first I screamed in terror due to yet another backstory that you probably don't want to hear, and then I realized that I could use them in an evil scheme that popped into my head right there, I could use ants to take over the Tri-State Area, what with their ability to carry away picnics and their numerous anthills."
"Ants…" Major Monogram breathed.
"Then, just as I got out a random jar sitting next to the self-destruct button, y'know, so I could capture the ants, they did the strangest thing, they started firing lasers at me!" Heinz said.
"What happened next?" Major Monogram asked again.
"They just crawled onto my building, burned off my shoes and socks with an ant-sized flamethrower, and then sprayed some weird stuff all over my feet! Then I think a big ant who was still on the edge of my balcony yelled at the other ants for being stupid or something and that they had a deadline. The ants then left my building." Heinz answered.
"You did say talking ants right?" Major Monogram asked.
"Yup, talking ants that have laser guns that look like real guns and miniature flamethrowers and weird spray." Heinz replied confidently.
"And let me guess, the spray gave you foot fungus." Major Monogram said.
"Yup, it was about an hour after that that I started feeling a burning sensation in my feet, which started to spread to my legs. Trust me, it hurt on various levels to itching and burning." Heinz replied
"And then you walked over to the O.W.C.A. headquarters because you were in too much pain to deal with it." Major Monogram stated.
"I figured it would be easier, I didn't have the parts for a fungus-removal-inator." Heinz said.
"Well that decision saved your life for the time being. Did the ants say anything else?" Major Monogram asked.
"I think some of them said something about infecting some athletes with something, but that's all I could catch really. Now answer my question!" Heinz said
"All right then." Monogram said, sighing, "What's your question?"
"Why hasn't Perry the Platypus followed the normal 'routine' we go in everyday?" Heinz asked.
Major Monogram looked at Carl, who only shrugged.
"We might as well tell him sir." He said.
"All right then, the reason Agent P hasn't followed your normal 'routine' is because he and all of the other agents of the O.W.C.A. are busy fighting a new threat, one that greatly eclipses you and the rest of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N., as well as some of the villains we've faced that don't belong to your organization." Major Monogram said to Heinz.
Heinz's eyes widened in shock.
"So, I've been demoted to a 'minor threat'? Again?" Heinz asked weakly.
"Sort of, we can't let you and your colleagues run amok, so we just have the agents get down to the point of destroying your inventions then leave so we can turn our attention to the new threat." Major Monogram replied.
"What is this so-called 'new threat'?" Heinz asked
"We don't know all of the details, but it's apparently something called, 'S.A.F.'." Major Monogram replied.
"'S.A.F.'"? Heinz asked.
"We don't know what it is, but it seems to be an organization consisting of what we like to call 'creepy crawlies'." Major Monogram answered. "You can chew on that for a little while, I need to talk to my agents."
And so Monogram walked away.
"Wait, you can eat ideas?" Heinz asked
But Francis wasn't listening to Heinz, he was heading over to get another team of O.W.C.A. agents to deal with the new problem. When he got to his office, he made the intercom call.
"I need Team B-19 here ASAP!"
Within the space of a few minutes, Newton the Gnu, Herman the Hedgehog, Manny the Mongoose, Montague the Monkey, and Gary the Gander had reported to the Major.
"Agents, I need you to do some detective work. Whilst Team A-3 deals with the problem in Tokyo, you'll be dealing with a problem that seems to brewing on our soil. Just this afternoon, Agent P's nemesis Dr. Doofenshmirtz, was infected with some sort of bone-decaying foot fungus that seems 'S.A.F.' related. We don't have many leads at the moment, but I'm putting you on this case, and hope for the best." Major Monogram said as he briefed them.
The agents looked at each other, then nodded.
"You can start in the morning, for now, let's get some rest." Major Monogram said gravely.
The agents solemnly walked out of Major Monogram's office, and once again looked at each other, deciding that it would be best to hold off discussions until morning, as the Major had said.
But sadly, that was only the beginning of the night's terror.
"So uh, what just happened?" Randy asked
"You should know, it happened fifteen minutes ago." Elena replied.
"I'm still in shock." Randy said.
After being hit with Rex's mace, Perry and his team had been flung into the enormous pocket dimension that Gri and Messer were using to test out the 'C.U.' robot models. Being trained agents, they had immediately taken inventory and set out on their way, and for the past fifteen minutes, had been walking in a large forest in silence.
And despite being trained agents, all five of them were still badly shaken up.
"So, uh, we've been walking here for a while, what exactly do we do next? Randy asked.
"First off, we need to find a way out of here." Terry said
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Randy asked.
"Shut up, all three of you, we just need to analyze our situation, we're off focus because of how quick we ended up in this situation. We just need some time to think and plan ahead and when we do that-, "Carry began, only to be interrupted by Perry's chatter.
"We don't have time, they found us." Perry muttered.
Standing before Perry and his team, were Stacy's cousins, ready for battle.
"Crap." All five of them thought to themselves as Stacy's cousins leapt at them.
"So uh, Messer, pardon me for asking this, but how long will the testing take?" Gri asked as he took a sip of water.
"It'll take some time. For our area over here, I give three days at most to fully understand the full capabilities of the 'C.U.' robot model." Messer replied
"What do we do those six?" Gri asked, directing his attention to Stacy's other six cousins.
"Rex, tell Aum Shinrikyo to come over here and pick the newest members of their organization." Messer said.
"Guess that answers that question." Gri said. "Go do it Rex."
"Meh, okay." Rex said, reaching for his phone.
"Do you think that those O.W.C.A. agents will make out of there alive?" Gri asked Messer again.
"I don't doubt it, but we have them in one location, here. Even if they get out, it won't impact our mission that much. Whether they live or not is of no consequence at the moment. Now if they managed to destroy what we enjoy to create, then we should take them seriously." Messer replied.
"And what would be what we enjoy to create besides a profit?" Gri asked.
"Our super weapons that we make and test out on a weekly basis." Messer replied simply.
"Really? Just that?" Gri asked.
"You work on the business end of our work, I'll work on the technical stuff." Messer spat out.
"True." Gri admitted.
"We are here." A voice called out from outside.
Rex opened the door, and the Aum Shinrikyo representative from Gri's earlier meeting entered the warehouse.
"I am here for the new recruits." He said.
"Here you go, six young teenage girls." Rex said flatly and without flair.
"Wait, we aren't giving him the other six?" Gri asked curiously
"Ellen and Cedar both placed a request to experiment on those six, apparently to help Beo and his coworkers recover from that incident." Messer answered.
"You mean that terrible bee-based song?" Gri asked.
"Yes." Messer replied
"Wait, how will that help Beo?" Gri asked.
"Not important right now." Messer replied.
By this time, the Aum Shinrikyo representative had already taken Stacy's brainwashed cousins for their final initiation into the van he had parked outside.
"Good luck to your organization!" Gri called out.
The Aum Shinrikyo representative nodded, got into his van and drove off.
"So now what?" Messer asked
"Hanafuda?" Rex asked.
"Sure." Gri and Messer replied.
Back at Danville, whilst all of this was going on, things far more sinister were developing, all with the words:
"So why do we need a reminder of what our mission is? We went over it, like, ten times." A blond-haired, twenty-three year old man griped.
"I agree with him." A crimson-haired nineteen year-old teenager said.
The sixteen-year old black-haired teen was too busy playing the game 'Jump and Duck' to even bother complaining.
"It's for the fact that things are developing just as I hoped they would." The thirty-five year old silver-haired man replied.
"What the heck do you mean boss?" the blond-haired man asked again
"The O.W.C.A. and the S.A.F.'s current conflict is the key to allowing our plan to develop, and what is our plan?" The silver-haired man asked.
"Revive the guy in that portrait." The crimson-haired teen said, pointing to a painting of a black and white-haired man sleeping on a couch snoring.
"Correct Brianna." The silver-haired man said.
"How will the O.W.C.A. and S.A.F. fighting each other a big deal? You do realize that the latter's our archrival in our criminal activities!" the blond-haired man said indignantly.
"True Chris, true, but the O.W.C.A., being the organization of good that they are, have become determined to stop the S.A.F., they are a serious threat after all. I have been keeping an eye on the O.W.C.A., and they apparently are trying to stop two of the S.A.F.'s plans, the details of such plans being insignificant until we get to a plan that benefits us." The silver-haired man replied.
"Okay." Chris and Brianna mumbled.
"We are still seeing if the O.W.C.A. can handle the S.A.F., being that one certain area of the S.A.F.'s work, and if they can survive dealing with it and come out on the winning side of that spectrum, then we can use the O.W.C.A. in our plans, the only thing would be waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and I have a feeling we will get that moment in a very short amount of time." The silver-haired man said.
"And then what?" Chris asked.
"We-" he began, but the chapter ended before he could continue.
Yup, we didn't get to really see anything of Perry's fight, but do not fear, the next chapter will focus solely on that!
But what will happen next? Aum Shinrikyo's getting their hands on the brainwashed innocents, Heinz is dying from a deadly fungus, and the plans of the silver-haired guy don't look good?
-Author D