Authors Note: School has been distracting! Dx This WAS on hiatus but I just hope I can find time to finish up some stories before Winter Break.

This is short but I'm only doing the main characters in this one. Next chapter will be the less important people…and a little something extra with Carl ;)

Peter was cold; there was no getting away from it. No matter how much he tossed and turned, he just couldn't get any warmth. He was shivering and he let out a weak whimper. His body was sore but the coolness acted as a cold compress and felt calming. He almost got seduced by it…but he had to get it away! He was freezing. He opened his eyes and all he saw was white. Was he dead? It was possible and that could have been it…but he didn't think so.

The panda looked around more and saw a touch of green, barely noticeable by the white ice covering it. Wait a minute….white ice?

It was snowing and the tiny crystals blew in his eyes, forbidding him from seeing far. It was foggy and he shakily stood up, trying to make his way over to the green color. Half of his body was submerged in the snow, making it hard to walk. He pushed himself forward and eventually got there. With a shaky paw, he wiped the snow away to reveal prickly green pins. It was a pine tree and his hand jerked back; turning it over to look at what caused him pain he noticed three single pines stuck in his paw. He examined it and pulled each needle out; they made a noise as they were removed. Peter tossed the useless needles into the snow and turned around; getting a good look at all that was surrounding him. Everything was white and foggy, there were trees but other than that…he was all alone.

…

Terry was beyond freezing and he shivered violently. Ski lodges were no place for turtles! The funny thing is, he didn't remember checking in. He didn't remember actually seeing the ski lodge either. His eyes were closed so that was probably why he wasn't seeing anything but the inside of his eyelids. He figured he'd just been skiing and hit a rock or something and passed out. He hoped Pinky had gone to get help or something, but that hope died down quickly. He wished the major would stop postponing Pinky's checkup. Monogram was unsure if the chihuahua actually needed it or not. It was a real guessing game with Pinky, the dog would act smart for a little bit and then other times he'd be slow and dimwitted. They needed to know for sure by a professional! Either Pinky had a mental disability or he didn't, that was it. He hope for either of those possibilities, if the chihuahua had a disability then they'd get medication to cope with it…but if not…then he had absolutely no idea why the small dog acted this way! Maybe Pinky was dropped on his head or something…the only way to know for sure was by getting him check, which Terry didn't think the major would get done anytime soon. If it wasn't done soon then he'd just take the dog to the doctor himself and solve this once and for all. The waiting was unnerving.

The orange agent knew that Pinky didn't have the brain capacity to consider getting help, but then again he could be wrong. The dog had an on and off smartness that you could never guess with. For all he knew Pinky could have went to get help, but then again…the dog also could have gone to get a snow cone.

Lying here wasn't going to help him and he'd freeze to death before the chihuahua got back (that is, if he went to get help). Also, if Pinky didn't go to get help then Terry would have to find him and make sure he was alright. The turtle pushed himself up to his feet and opened his eyes. He squinted his eyes, trying to see anything else but white. Snow was everywhere and there were no other colors for as far as the eye could see.

Terry was scared, not because he was alone in some snowy mountains somewhere or because he could possibly freeze to death with no fur. Only one thing scared him to the bone right now…

He didn't know where Pinky was.

…

Perry slowly opened his eyes and looked around. There was white everywhere and he focused on the gray metal bar in front of him, it looked like the bar to the ski lift they were on. Wait a second, they…

Doofenshmirtz, where was he? Was he even still alive?

The platypus was frantic for a moment, a bunch of horrifying thoughts clouded his mind and he wanted to cry. What if his nemesis was dead? What if he was critically injured? What if…?

Something moved underneath him and he nearly jumped, the tears in his eyes ceased for a moment. A ray of hope shone through his cold body and wet fur. He dug and threw the blanket of snow away from underneath him. His only thought was to keep digging and that's what he did. Many long moments passed- moments too long –before he reached something white that wasn't snow.

Yes.

It was fabric and it was soaked from the ice water. The agent pulled on the cloth as hard as he could until a body came up out of the snow. The larger body was unmoving and the skin was blue. Perry put a paw on the man's cheek; the skin was on the borderline of ice cube cold. He couldn't tell if the chest was moving or not and it sent him into a universe of fear.

Heinz had to be alive! He had to be!

…

Carl felt the coldness all around him and he couldn't think clearly. He sat up in the snow and put a hand to his forehead, but instead of feeling cold and damp skin he felt hot like he had a fever. That was weird…he didn't even feel cold. He just felt hot, burning hot actually. His body felt like fire and it didn't stop at just his skin. He felt the burning sensation through his entire being, throughout his entire soul. It was this burning fire and anger that wouldn't go away no matter how hard he tried to push it away, he just couldn't shake the feeling.

What was he so angry about?

He was never appreciated, no one cared about him.

Why were these thoughts consuming his mind?

He deserved better treatment; he deserved to be bowed down to.

He needed to get out of here…

He needed to be in control…of something…

He hoped Major Monogram was alright.

He hoped he was dead…him and all the agents…

Were the agents and the scientists alright? What about Dara?

She betrayed you! To hell with all of them and their uselessness!

What was happening to him?

He'd get his revenge and he'd be bigger and badder than ever before!

He felt lost.

This time he'd win! He'd destroy all of them!

He didn't feel good.

He was bad!

Everything in his mind was mixing together in a deep cauldron.

It's all coming together! Just one more twinge of anger should do it!

Where was he?

"CARL!"

All the rage built up inside of him and he felt his mind explode.

"WHAT?!"

…

Pinky yawned and opened his eyes, stretching his arms. He looked around at all the white that engulfed his entire body. The chihuahua emerged from out of the pile of snow and looked around. A cold breeze mixed with tiny pieces of ice hit him in the face and some went up his nose making him sneeze. He was confused and there was nothing nor no one in sight.

"I am SO confused right now…." A pause "I wonder what Klimpaloon is doing…oh and hey, where's Terry?…Klimpaloon is more important though…right?" Another short pause as the chihuahua looked around "…What was I doing again?"

A/N: Yeaaaaah, Pinky's not smart :P MM needs to hurry up with that check.

Natty is out, PEACE!