Authors Note: Here's Doof POV over the course of the last few chaps or so. Believe me you WANT to read this.

Doof's POV.

"Perry the Platypus…I'm so sorry."

After those words escaped my mouth I was immediately pulled back and shoved into a dark corner as I lost full control of my mind. I could no longer move my own limbs and they were being moved for me. I could just stare and watch the acts unfold in front of me as if I was doing them, but I wasn't. The one taking over my mind made feel everything. I felt both my hands wrap around a furry throat and they began to squeeze with force. I looked at the terrified and small- slowly turning blue -body in front of me as I squeezed both the air and the life out of my nemesis.

Perry whimpered and desperately tried to get the air back in his lungs but I squeezed harder, preventing him from doing so. Right before he lost consciousness and before I started crying, my enemy kicked his leg hard into my shin. My body reacted instinctively and my hands let go, grabbing my leg and hissing through my teeth. This was his chance, Perry the Platypus could run away and possibly get help- wait why wasn't he running?

He sucked the air back into his lungs and I picked him up and threw him against the wall in the second that followed, the tiny platypus slid down to the ground. He looked up at me as I towered over him, my eyes in a permanent death glare. What he'd soon be if he didn't get out of here soon. I had to help him…but how?

I picked up my vintage baseball bat that I had ordered online a few weeks before and I held it up high. I brought it down hard against his tiny skull and then connected another blow to his stomach. The platypus had just enough time to shield his face as I began mercilessly beating him with the bat over and over again. I kept doing that, hitting him again and again and again, over and over and over. I wondered how he stayed conscious for so long.

"Fight back!" I screamed at him but he wouldn't do it, he wouldn't defend himself in the least. I had to stop this, before it was too late. I kept hitting him until the one really doing this grew tired of it, I threw the bat down.

"Get up!"

Perry the Platypus did as he was told and struggled to his feet, using the wall to hoist himself up. He winced at the pain in his aching body, there was blood. There was a little bit of blood spattered on the wall and some on the floor. The red substance came from his bill and his head from when the bat hit him. He casually put both his hands behind his back and I silently cheered for him. He was going to pull out some type of ray gun or whatever the agency issues to defend himself against me. He was going to get out of here alive and I was going to be stopped once and for all.

"Put your hands back in front of you!"

When my nemesis brought his hands back out I was both disappointed and relieved that they were empty. I was disappointed because there was a great chance that Perry wouldn't be able to get away from me, I was relieved because…well think about it. The only way for him to stop me is to kill me and I'm having mixed feelings about dying right now. I glared down at him and after a while he looked up into my eyes, portraying a message that helped me gain enough strength to help him get out of this. He couldn't kill me, he just couldn't do it. He'd rather die himself than take my life. It was then that I realized how strong our relationship actually was and I wouldn't know the true power of us until later on and by then it would be too late.

I held the gun by my side, hidden from his line of view. He'd never see it coming…

I gained control of my pinky, yeah kind of pathetic but you have no idea how powerful this thing was. It took all of the strength I had and a small part of Perry's to get me to move a small finger. I twirled my pinky finger to get my nemesis' attention and to both of our luck he looked down at it. I gestured to the knife I had left on the kitchen counter this morning after I rushed to have breakfast before making that extraction machine. I regretted making that inator so much but I wouldn't truly regret it until the end of this story. I'd regret a lot of things by the end of all this but I'd learn a lesson that I would never forget and would never hope to.

Perry followed the appendage to the counter and just like I dreaded, mine followed it too. We looked between each other and the knife, and then before we both knew it we were running for it. The gun dropped to the floor with a thud behind me but as you all know I run faster than a panda bear…but not as fast…as a platypus.

He got there first and snatched up the knife, holding it out in front of him for protection. I put my hands up in a surrender notion. This was it, Perry the Platypus was going to end this…end me. I braced myself for the stab but he did nothing, he just stood there. After a few moments of him holding up the knife and me glaring down at him, my nemesis hung his head in defeat and dropped the blade. I gained a little more control and I sadly glanced down at him with my actual face. For a moment I was actually there and in control with him, I should have done something other than stare at him. Before anyone could do anything more, I quickly grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the chest three times. He looked up at me in shock and pain before he fell to the ground unconscious. I continued stabbing him even after that and I had to stop. Seeing my enemy like this must have sparked something because I forced myself into control and I stopped the knife midair. It struggled to gain control but for the moment I was stronger and I repositioned the point of the blade to my own heart. If Perry was going to die then I was going with him and I was going to end this. I pulled the knife closer to my heart but my strength must have been draining because it was getting harder to keep control and the knife started to turn the opposite way. I tripped myself and fell backwards, making sure to hit my head hard on the floor. It was enough to knock me out and save us both…for now.

I woke up to the sound of sirens and someone breaking down my door. I sat up and rubbed my head in agony, trying to make sense of the person in the doorway.

"Major Monobrow?" Was all I could say before a duck slapped handcuffs on my wrists and I was surrounded by animals that were leading me out the door "Hey, w-what's going on?"

"Doofenshmirtz…" Monogram glared "You are under arrest for the murder of Agent P."

There was a cry from Dr. Coconut "Why? Why'd you do it?"

I didn't pay attention as they read my rights; I could only wonder one thing.

How?

Perry the Platypus was dead? I craned my neck just enough to see the lifeless body of my nemesis near the kitchen counter covered by a small white sheet. No! This couldn't have happened! No! I screamed in my head. I didn't struggle against the animals leading me away and nothing made me. I was in control and I just hung my head in defeat and loss of Perry.

What more could I do?

I was relieved to see that my daughter was ok, not that there would be anything wrong with her but I was happy to see her nonetheless. We talked and laughed, that is; until I lost control again…

"I'm sure it was an accident…right?" My daughter asked me but I couldn't answer, not because I was ashamed or too guilty to answer her but because I was struggling with a force. A force that was also struggling to gain control…

"Dad?" Vanessa snapped her fingers and I jumped. I tilted my head to the side much like a dog would do and soon I found my words. Only thing was…they weren't mine.

"No…it wasn't. I did it intentionally and I meant it. I killed that little rat and I'm glad I did it." After a long pause I continued with more enthusiasm and more sureness. "He deserved it too…he deserved every moment he suffered while conscious. Soon he lost consciousness but I still continued long after that…the thing still suffered, it whimpered and jerked while unconscious but that just proved I was doing a good job…"

My daughter threw up in the corner and ran out of the containment unit. She cried that I was sick and twisted as she ran. I smirked after her but my features fell as soon as I was back in control and I started to tear up. I talked to it.

"Why're you doing this?"

"I want you to suffer…you will have nothing when I am done with you. Everything you once had will be lost…you will sufferrrrr." A voice hissed back at me.

This wasn't over and it made sure I knew it.

I'm taking over once and for all.

As soon as those words sounded in my ears I was losing control again, but I didn't stop it. Why didn't I stop it? I just let it take control of me and I shouldn't have. I just gave up…

I bent the bars of my cell open and walked through the now large gap in between. I walked out of the containment unit through the large double doors. I was met with two pairs of shocked eyes behind thin frames.

"Hey! You shouldn't be out here!" The boy pointed.

I glared at him and he shrunk back. The ginger pulled out a walkie talkie.

"Uh sir, we have a situation…"

"What is it Carl?" Another voice came out of the small box "I'm in the middle of something! This better be important!"

"Doofenshmirtz- Hey!" He gasped in shock when I forced the walkie talkie into the wall without touching it. It smashed into pieces from the force of its power.

The intern looked in my direction in shock, obviously confused about what just happened. My hands started to give off a purple glow and he ran away. I didn't know Dr. Coconut was such a wimp, but then again you'd be scared too if a man's hands were glowing purple and they were just standing there glaring at you like they wanted to rip your limbs apart.

After a while of standing there I walked down the halls of the OWCA. I opened a door at the end of the last hall and I saw a dog in a hat on a telephone. When he saw me he started barking frantically into the phone. I shut him up by blasting the phone into dust with my purple flaming hands. I began destroying the place, levitating desks, throwing them and blasting things. Soon the place was in a panic, animals running around screaming and trying to take cover. I saw a duck jump out of the way of a flaming purple blast. I still hated that duck…

I saw a turtle and chihuahua run past and my hand turned to face them, a purple ball grew from my right hand. I recognized the turtle and chihuahua instantly. They were Terry and Pinky, two of Perry's friends. Terry pushed the chihuahua out of the way of the blast, Pinky reached out towards him as the blast came closer. The turtle closed its' eyes and braced for the burning impact. A flash of black and white pulled the orange turtle out of the way. Peter the Panda, I never thought I'd be happy to see him. The three of them ran and the turtle grabbed the small dog's hand, pulling him through the chaos.

I stood on a desk and continued destroying the place. It gave no explanation on why it was making me do this. I was just forced to watch the panic unfold before me, it was madness.

I saw the color teal walk up. Perry the Platypus? How? He was alive! Yes! It glared down at my nemesis and Perry stepped forward. Was this how it was going to end? An epic showdown between good and evil? Was this it? I watched in both anticipation and fear. Anticipation because come on, who doesn't find a showdown exciting? Fear because…only one could be the victor. I silently prayed that it would be my nemesis.

All of a sudden a shot went off and an excruciating pain pounded into my chest. It knocked me back and I fell into a cubicle. The shot rang in my ears as I laid there trying to breathe, it hurt to do so. I heard tiny footsteps patter towards me and Perry the Platypus ran into the box by my side. I felt a warm stickiness soak into my shirt and lab coat, it was surrounding me slowly. The platypus looked into my eyes and chattered. I gained all control and the pain worsened but I ignored it and smiled up at my nemesis.

"Perry the Platypus…you did it…" My voice was weak and soft. I reached up with a shaky hand to ruffle my enemy's head. I pulled my other arm up and leaned up to hug him. He met me halfway and reached down to accept my embrace. After a few seconds my eyes closed and everything went dark. I wasn't the only one that was going to close their eyes forever today, someone else was about to do the same thing.

Only difference is, my eyes would open again in 5 hours.

A/N: Carl's POV next! I'm sort of stalling but I have a plan in my mind forming on this. I may have altered a few things to fit the rest of the story cuz I don't feel like going back and changing it and also it doesn't really matter for the plot. I have left some hints to the future in this and there will be even more hints in the next chapter. Carl's should be a little shorter cuz he wasn't present until recently and this fic is nearly done! I'd say about six more chapters left. I might break on all my other stories just to finish this one. What do you think?

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