Hi, guys, the second chapter is here! and I do not in any way own Phineas and Ferb.
It was dark and cold. There were voices, though it was hard to tell what they were saying.
"It's for the best, Carl" said a somewhat familiar voice. He cracked opened his eyes, but it was all a blur. He could barely make out two people standing in front of him.
"But sir, he's our best agent. Mabye we could do something else." said the other one. He sounded quite worried.
There was a sigh. "This is the only way to be sure it won't happen again."
He didn't know what they were talking about, and yet there was a strange sense of dejavu. Suddenly there was a bright light and then the pain. So much pain...
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Perry woke up gasping for air. The dream had felt so real, and for some reason didn't feel like a dream at all. It wasn't scary, but it still made him nervous. It had felt more like a memory, and the pain felt all too real.
He lay and stared at the patterns on the celing. His headache was still there. As he pondered on the dream, the pain worsened. What was once a dull throb had now become a splitting headache.
Mabye he just needed sleep. yeah, that sounded about right. He hadn't gotten a good night's sleep for a week because Doof had decided to do his schemes at night. He was just stressed. That was all it was. He curled into himself and settled down to get some sleep.
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There was a loud crash and a scream. He landed his hover car and rushed into the fight. He didn't know why he was here but he knew help was needed.
"And now, the O.W.C.A will pay for what they have done!" an old professor shouted. Perry looked up. The professor who had spoken was standing on top of a table holding a remote. The man was about to press it, when Devon snatched it off of the scientist and made a run for it, the professor right behind him, as well as some other agents.
They had nearly reached the exit when there was a huge explosion behind him, but he kept running. He needed to get away, quickly.
He chanced a look back at the other side of the building, looking for any injured agents, but what he saw made him gasp. There was an inator, creating green waves of energy in the air. The ground now shook with every new wave.
The waves were closer now. Everyone who was hit with the waves fell, screaming. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him and he could tell everyone else was doing the same.
He gasped again, he'd been hit with a wave. His breath was knocked out of him and he fell down, and then came the agonising pain. He could barely made out the sound of his own scream as he collapsed and passed out.
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Perry woke startled. His head was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He curled into a tight ball. What had that dream meant? Everything he had heard, saw, felt and smelled had seemed real. Almost too real. His body trembled with every breath. The pain he felt in the dream had been unbearable, and it terrified him.
The monotreme took some deep breaths to calm himself. He stared at the patterns on the ceiling.
He was glad he didn't wake the boys up. Wait. This all started when Phineas had found that stuff in the attic. What else had Phineas said? Oh yeah, he had also found a big wooden chest. Mabye there was other information in there. Too bad it was locked.
Wait, wasn't there a lock opening device in his fedora? He'd never used needed it before, but now it might be useful to him now. He put his fedora on.
The monotreme carefully snuck out of the boys room, barely making a sound, thankfull for his agent training. He crept down the hall, heading towards the attic.
He started going up the stairs. He had to be careful now. If he stepped in the wrong place, he could wake everyone up.
Okay. He crept up the stairs. One, Good. Two... three... four... five- creek... He stopped for a moment. Listening. Okay, no one woke up. Step six... seven... eight... all good. Nine... slowly... and ten. He reached the top.
He opened the attic door. He could see the box now. He walked towards it.
"Achhhooo!" He sneezed and rubbed his bill. Why did there have to be so much dust? He inspected the lock. It wasn't too rusted. He the noticed that "O.W.C.A" was written underneath. Whatever was in here had to be important.
He took the tool out from his hat and put it in the lock. He watched with facination as the tiny gears turned. They stopped. He smiled to himself and took it out. He opened the box to find... nothing?