Come morning sunrise, I get out of my bed to get breakfast. It's been only a few days after this whole 'epidemic' thing started. We're bored out of our minds, we can't see the light of day, and we are running out of important resources. Water is one thing, but food supplies is another. So, I thought about it all night and came to a decision.
~.~.~.~.~Lunch~.~.~.~.~
"Ferb, we have to go to the surface. It's the only way to get what we need." I say. There is no other way in my mind that I could win this argument but to say this one sentence. "No!! It's much to risky, we could lose so many more people!" Buford argues. Baljeet and Isabella are on my side, but Mom, Buford and Ferb are on the other side.
"But it is much more risky if we decide to not go out! We would run out of needed supplies, and eventually we would have no choice!" I yell in a serious and worried voice, trying to get my point across. "Phineas Flynn, you are not going to get anywhere with your argument. Our side is obviously winning and the best choice!" Mom said. I could not believe that those words had come out of my own mothers mouth.
The underlined part is basically what every mom EVER means when they say "Don't you argue with me!!" Because they think they're SOOOOO special, am I right ppl?
Mom snobbed at me, so I could not keep it in anymore. And, I suddenly had a lot more to say. "Okay, MOM, what do YOU and your side propose we do? Not get supplies and then all DIE HERE? YEAH, REAL GREAT!! I MEAN, SURE some people will get darted at!!! We could make special armor, and I know we can eventually bring everyone back! Impossible has never stopped us! But no matter what, under ANY circumstances, will I just sit around and do nothing while watching everyone starve or dehydrate to death!!! But not to mention that if we did not go out right now, then we would have to send many more people out at once since we'd need way more supplies or, like I said, die!! And don't you DARE reply with another PHINEAS FLYNN, I'm so sick of it!! Now, LINDA FLYNN, do you HEAR me!? We could be doing something useful with our time right now!! Me, or anybody could be getting stuff that we need..!" I blow up in pure anger directly at my mom.
I calm down after a second, and then continue speaking softer and calmer than before, "I'm sorry, mom... B-but I don't think you see how much we need this! I-I'd go out there alone if I had to... f-for us all..." I fear that I made everyone tense or scared at all. I suddenly regret yelling at everyone... Very... very deeply...
I try not to look too hurt by my own words, but nonetheless I grab my left forearm and rub it and close my eyes. I sigh as my expression saddens even more as I close my eyes tighter. The sound of silence is so nerve racking, having no clue how anybody would start to think of me or react.
"Oh..." I hear mom say suddenly. I keep my eyes closed and put my head down. "I guess your right, Phineas. I-I didn't think about that." She said. "Sorry" She continued. I opened my eyes and stared at her with widened eyes in bewilderment. My mouth started dropping open, but I closed it quick. "What?" I asked, confused. "I'm sorry that I was not seeing you point, if we were to wait we would either put it off on and on and all perish, or we'd send more people which would make us a larger target..." She sighed.
"We can do it, but under the condition that if any of you guys go, I go too..." She wagered. "Okay." We all agreed. I finally get my point across.
We all finish our lunch in silence, but with the occasional chatter. I am the first one to get done, and I leave to the bedroom. I decided that I am going out alone, see if I can scout out a bit and maybe create some armor pieces for the people who will get resources. So I get to work on the armor in a secret closet in my wall. I have too many secret rooms, but at least nobody can find out what I'm doing. And nobody could hear it, because the walls are sound proof... And, to be honest, it's not even a closet. More like a large room full of tools that I work on little things here and there in.
I build the armor in about two hours, trying to make the armor look cool and detailed down to the millimeter because I had that option. I try it on and then put it back on the armor stand. I leave my secret closet and sit on my bed.
~*~L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. Headquarters (Narrator P.O.V.)~*~
For the last few days ever since they started the monster apocalypse, they have captured and turned every single agent. The first being poor Perry the Platypus.
Perry, in his newest for, is a much darker shade of blue from his natural color teal. He has three spikes protruding from his beak, and his fingers come to a sharp point. His hair has also grown a bunch more on his back and is messed up. (Looks like the 'evil' purple platypi except he is dark teal and has spikes on his beak, like I said before)
Perry yanks restlessly at the bars he is currently caged in. After Doof had turned him and caged him, Perry attempted to escape without rest but to no avail. As he continued to struggle, he finally stopped as he begun to hear something... They were... voices!!
He continued to listen in silence.
"Now stand right here." Rodney says from the other room. "Why?" Doof asked in a stern and hateful voice. "I need to shoot you with the evil... iiiii... inaaaa....." Rodney attempts to say. Doof hears him give a long sigh before continuing, "IIIIIIIIInnnnaaaaaaaaa.....Inator!!"
"Okay. But why? Am I not evil enough for you, RODNEY?" Doof mocked. "No, sir.... It's just, that the first time you got hit's effect wears off over time. If we hit you with it every week or so, we should be able to continue our evil rein." Rodney stated. "No! I won't help you take over the world, that isn't my goal!!" Doof argued. "See? It's wearing off and you are not as evil anymore." Rodney protests. I hear a machine whir and then a blast as Doof yells, "Wait, NO!! WAIT!!!!" And then all goes silent.
After a few seconds, the doors to the room Perry was in suddenly swing open with force and in comes Doofenshmirtz with an evil grin. "Hello there, Perry the Platypus. I bet you want out of that cage, huh?" Doof says with an evil cackle. I low growl flew out Perry's throat as he glared at Doof. "Oh, pitty you. You know what? Why don't I give you back to your family. Your boys, they miss you I just know it. So, why not pay them a little visit?" Doof cackled. He walked back out the door.
~Perry's P.O.V.~
Everything here is dark. I can barely hear anything, but I can see... From a distance. It's as though I'm just in my head and looking at a screen. The screen showing what the 'monster' is seeing. "Oh, pitty you. You know what? Why don't I give you back to your family. Your boys, they miss you I just know it. So, why not pay them a little visit?" I hear Doofenshmirtz cackle. I begun to panic.
If he were to reunite quote-on-quote me with Phineas and Ferb... I mean, as much as I hate to say it I can't be near them... With this monster's control they'd get hurt! I can't let them get hurt, I just can't. Especially because I would be the one doing it... But then again, I can't stop it from happening...
I begin thinking about what happened in the other room. Rodney and Doof fight, Doof does not want to take over the world, something about the evil effects wearing off, a sudden blast followed by Doof's shouts... There is a path that this information is taking me. The Turn-everything-evil-inator.
I attempt move, but I can't. Something sticky and strong is holding my arms in place. I look over at my hands, seeing what was holding me here... darkness. The darkness itself is wrapped around my wrists, but I can move them forward away from their place a small bit. I release my muscles and my wrists are pulled back in place. I then try, with all my might at once to pull my arms forward to free myself. But, to no avail.
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Monster Apocalypse - A Phineas and Ferb Fanfiction
WerewolfAll Phineas and Ferb want is to have a good time, but wishes don't always come true. When all of Danville is turned into a zoo of monsters, Phineas and Ferb have to find out what to do about it. Join these nine year-olds as they test their limits to...