Authors Note: Actually this isn't at all like the 'Where's Perry?' 2 parter coming up…well…not REALLY anyways, I don't see it as that. This is the last 2 parter by the way…I am mostly done with the Part 2 right now so that should be up soon and this entire story should be completed by early next week like Monday/Tuesday the latest Wednesday possibly and then I shall finish 'Chance of Revenge' and then it's all down to 'Stranded'.

In Between Dimensions: Where's Platyborg? Part 1

Platyborg hasn't been feeling well, and I don't mean he was sick. He felt sick; just not the coughing, sneezing, fever kind of sick.

There was something wrong with him. The cyborg felt weaker, that's all he could explain from it. He couldn't lift things he could normally lift and his coordination was off. He kept dropping things he picked up, no matter how small it was. Platyborg found he couldn't do things he normally would be able to do with ease. It was like everything he did made him tired and feel terribly weak and dizzy to the point where he had to stop everything he was doing and either find something he could sit down on or desperately clutch the wall to stop himself from falling.

Doof took him to a bunch of different doctors and even a mechanic, but they all kept saying the same thing, that he was in perfect health and that there was nothing wrong with him; but that wasn't right, there had to be something wrong with him. Why else would he be feeling this way?

Eventually the cyborg was so weak that he couldn't even walk without tiring himself out to the point of fainting or falling over in exhaustion.

Alt Doof had no choice but to put him on bed rest. On their way to Platyborg's room from the doctor's office the cyborg had collapsed. The scientist had to move the cyborg to a bed quickly and his room was the closest one there at the time. He couldn't move the cyborg without causing him exhaustion so the dictator had been sleeping on the couch up until now.

"Hey buddy…" Doofenshmirtz peeked into his room "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine" Platyborg smiled from under the blanket. He was terribly pale and his voice was soft and weak.

"Here Platyborg, you need to keep your strength up" He handed him a bowl and a spoon.

The cyborg took the bowl and spoon but his hand gave out and it fell to the floor.

"Sorry…" Platyborg reached down over the edge of his bed almost falling in the process. The scientist caught him and gently pushed him back into the bed.

"It's fine Platyborg I'll get it, just rest ok? I'll be back I'm gonna go get you another energy drink"

"Ok"

Doofenshmirtz walked out of the room but not before casting a worried glance at the cyborg who already had his eyes closed. He walked to his office and sighed. The phone rang and he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Good Afternoon Doofenshmirtz"

"Oh, hello nerdy intern"

"I have a name you know"

"Ah, but don't you know that I don't care?"

"So, how's Platyborg doing? Is he feeling any better?"

"Much worse is more like it"

"Did you see a doctor?"

"They don't know what's wrong with him either, I tried everything! I gave him energy drinks and coffee and a bunch of other sugary things but he's just getting weaker! It doesn't make any sense!"

"I don't know what to tell you, the results of the scan you sent us hasn't come out yet; when the results are finished we'll call you, until then just keep him resting; I'm sure he'll get better soon"

"I hope so, he's always so energetic and annoying but now he's so weak and silent and unmoving it honestly pains me to see him so unlike himself you know?"

"Aww does somebody care?" Carl cooed, there was a maddening silence on the other end of the line and the intern could almost feel the dictator's icy glare of death. The intern thought of all the horrible torturous things Doofenshmirtz could be thinking of doing to him in that short silence and in a desperate attempt to shorten the list the dictator was supposedly thinking of, he broke the silence with a quick goodbye and hung up.

The scientist chuckled and headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge but soon closed it after finding nothing. How could he be out of energy drinks already? Well actually, scratch that question.

Platyborg had drank countless amounts of energy drinks in the past few days. It was no wonder they were out of them. Now what was he supposed to give Platyborg? They ran out of coffee (Platyborg drank all of it the first day) and there were no more sugary things in the building (The cyborg ate all that too).

There had to be more energy drinks somewhere! He went to go check the storage closet.

Back in bed, Platyborg opened his eyes and yawned. He just woke up but he was still so tired…

The cyborg decided to listen to his body and get some more sleep. So he closed his eyes, but not for long because the door creaked opened.

"Doof?" Platyborg looked at the doorway but it was empty, he frowned. He could have sworn someone was there. The cyborg shrugged and closed his eyes, only for them to burst open when the door was slammed shut.

"Hello Platyborg, how are you feeling?" Rodney grinned.

The cyborg didn't answer and paled even more than he already was (and that shouldn't be possible because he was really pale to begin with). Platyborg didn't speak, he couldn't. The sudden visit had taken his already ragged breath away. The 'visitor' slowly walked toward the metal platypus.

Platyborg couldn't run away or attack him of course; he was too terribly weak to do any of that. He couldn't fight, the only thing he could do was call for help.

"Doof!" The cyborgs voice was soft and weak but he took all the strength he had and started to scream louder. "Rodney's here! A-and he's coming closer- Doof!" Platyborg called but the scientist only got closer and he wasn't getting any help "Doof! Help!" His energy was draining and he felt weaker. Platyborg pleaded "Doof! Help! Doofenshmirtz!" Platyborg took the last amount of energy he had and screamed at the top of his lungs as much as he possibly could, it still sounded terribly weak "HEINZ!"

Doofenshmirtz heard the door slam and the cyborgs screams but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't save him, couldn't comfort him, couldn't call out to him or do anything.

Simply because, he was locked in a storage closet.

Yeah I know, pretty pathetic right? No, no its not! Shut up!

Alt Doof tried in vain to slam, crack, bang and break down the door but nothing worked. All he could do was stay there and listen to Platyborg's cries for help and it broke the dictator's heart.

"Doofenshmirtz!" He heard the cyborg scream, Platyborg never called him by his full last name. It was just Doof, the nickname he had taken to; and of course what he heard next made him stop everything. He stopped trying to break the door and froze. It was a very desperate and tired- so desperately tired- cry, close to tears and in all urgency "HEINZ!" And then silence.

With sudden powerful force that shouldn't exist, the door was in pieces on the floor and Doofenshmirtz was running full speed to his room.

When he got there the room was empty.

"Platyborg?" Alt Doof called the cyborg. He knew it was pointless and there was no hiding the fact.

Platyborg was gone.