AUTHOR'S NOTE: Heeeeey guys! :D Sorry about taking a few weeks... I'm surprisingly not that inspired... yet. XDD My favorite part of this unusually long story (long for me, at least) is yet to come! And I don't want to start writing THAT until I get to that point in time, you know? And today was my first day of school (woohoo...), so now that I have school 5 days a week, don't expect the next chapter for at least a few weeks. Also, I'm sorry that this chapter is less that 1,000 words. XDD I was at a good place to stop, but I assure you that next chapter will be way longer.

ALSO, most the credit for Perry's gigantic secret goes to the wonderful Jet Engine! (You'll understand what I mean after you read the chapter XD) So thanks a lot for letting me use this! And to the readers, if you haven't read Calling Agent P, Calling Back Agent P, or Killing Is A Last Resort, I highly recommend them! Truly amazing stories if your looking for a good PnF fanfic!

I also want to mention Harmony Valenka Smith for giving me the idea for the main part of this chapter! :D If you're looking for another good read, her The Agents series is great, too! Make sure to check that out if you haven't already!

On to the story! :D

"Fetch, Perry!" Phineas said enthusiastically and threw the red squeak toy down the hall. Perry scrambled after it on all fours, picked it up with his beak and shook it around wildly.

"PERRY!" Candace groaned. "Do you HAVE to act like a stupid mindless platypus? You're getting drool on me!"

Perry grinned and dropped the toy on her lap.

"EWWW! PHINEAS!" She threw the slimy teddy bear onto the ground in disgust.

"Come on, Candace! He's just having a little fun!" Phineas had on his usual cheerful smile.

"He's a freaking SECRET AGENT! Isn't this BEYOND HIM?"

"Candace, stop insulting Mr. Squeaks." Perry looked up from chewing on the red teddy bear. "You're hurting his feelings."

Candace rolled her eyes and stomped upstairs.

"Well then." Perry resumed squeaking the toy. For some reason, losing his memory made him feel like he never got to be a real pet. So here he was, chewing on a dog toy. He also never got the chance to lose his baby teeth, like baby platypuses do by chewing on bark and other things from nature. Actually, none of the platypi that had been trained at the OWCA lost their teeth. They were trained out of chewing up everything.

Ferb stole the toy from Perry and threw it. The teal platypus raced after it and caught it in mid-air.

"He sure loves that thing." Phineas chuckled at his pet. "I remember when we used to play with him like this! You know, before we found out that he's a secret agent."

Perry proudly carried Mr. Squeaks over, plopped down on the floor and gnawed on its head.

I sighed to myself and sat back against the couch cushion. The whole ordeal with Perry's past from yesterday really worried me. I knew he didn't want to talk about it, but I wanted to help him somehow. I just didn't know how.

Perry's POV

I woke up from my nightmare with a start, hot tears running down my face.

The same nightmare that had bothered me since, well, since my mother was murdered by a serial killer.

Who was also my father.

Shocker, right?

That's the brunt of the gigantic secret I've been keeping for so long. Perry Flynn-Fletcher, son of the most dangerous murderer in Australia. If anyone knew... Well, let's say that no one would trust me again, end of story. My current life? Gone without a trace. Everyone I know and love would hate me. That's how much is riding on this one little secret that would be revealed by any type of test with my DNA.

Anyway...

I woke up from the horrible moment that my brain just wouldn't let me forget.

Phineas, Ferb, and Pansy weren't awake to see me in such a state, luckily. I decided to scurry on into the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face.

Big mistake...

I jumped up onto the bathroom counter, still half asleep. But when I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection... My father's face smirked back at me. I yelped and slipped right off the counter.

Shaking with fright, I decided to climb back up.

It's all in my head... I told myself. I saw myselfin the mirror, not my crazy lunatic father!

I stared at my reflection. My father stared back. He had a lightish-pink scar under his right eye, but it was barely visible since his eye wasn't at all damaged. He wore a grey baseball cap backwards on his head, a tan-brown shirt with all of the collar buttons unbuttoned, and a black leather jacket over it. If I didn't know him at all, I'd say he looked like some sort of obnoxious gangster, but I knew for a fact that he worked alone when he murdered.

In other words, he looked the same from when I last saw him, more than 5 years before.

"So, mate," He said, his obvious Australian accent echoing through the bathroom. "How've you been?"

I growled. "Get out of my head, dad." I had to spit the last word out.

"That's no way to talk to your old man!" He crossed his arms and grinned.

"It is if I HATE YOU!" I snarled.

He faked looking hurt. "But, why, dear son?"

I growled louder. "You murdered Mum!"

"Pshh." He rolled his eyes. "She was asking for it."

"Get out of my head, you no-good, lying, selfish b-"

"Son!" He tutted. "Don't use such filthy language!"

"I can say what I want!" I snapped. "I hate you! I hate you more than anything else in the world! Now, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

He grinned evilly and pulled out a knife. "Care to repeat that, mate?"

I let out a very un-manly sounding whimper and turned to run out of the bathroom. Pansy was at the doorway, staring at me like I was crazy.

I quickly got over my shock. "...Have you been there the whole time? Did you see HIM?" I pointed at the mirror and saw... myself pointing at my finger.

"What the..." I muttered and waved my hands around. "He was... right here! In the mirror! Where'd he go?"

She frowned at me. "Perry, honey, you should go back to sleep. You've been having a one-sided conversation with your reflection."

"But..." I sighed tiredly. "Never mind. I must have sleep-walked here and imagined the whole thing." I yawned. "Sorry for waking you up."

"Perry... I heard what you said... About your dad..."

I froze and started to stutter. "I... I, uh..."

She squeezed my hand. "You can tell me tomorrow, kay?"

I reluctantly agreed. If I can tell anyone, I can tell her, I reassured myself as I drifted back to sleep.

A/U: So... It wasn't what you were expecting, was it? XD I'm kinda reluctant to hear how bad a chapter that was... But I'll still greatly appreciate any reviews I get! The next chapter will be much better, I promise. I already have an idea for it, and maybe I'll start the real action! XD Thanks so much for reading! See ya next time! Or rather, type to you... Meh. Bye!