By Your Side (Ferb X Reader)

Part 3

  "Leave her alone," Ferb growled, his green tufts swaying in the light summer breeze. In his hand was Buford arm, which he quickly and silently wrenched, pulling Buford to the ground. "And I suggest you do not come over tonight, not that you'll be able to," Ferb articulated coolly, and kneed the back of Buford's elbow, promptly breaking his arm. Y/N was so shaken up listening to Buford's tortured screams of agony and utter pain she didn't realize that they were slowly getting quieter as Ferb walked her to his house, up the stairs, and to his and Phineas's room, which was empty prior to their arrival.

  Ferb quietly shut the door as you sat on his bed, trembling. He briskly walked over to you and kneeled in front of you, cupping your face with his calloused hand (thanks to his summer projects). "Y/N, Buford was wrong. I want everything to do with you. I love you, more than anyone or anything in this entire universe," He muttered, and grasped her hand. Y/N was just repeating Buford's screams and the image of his broken arm in her head, which melded with the unemotional face of Ferb as he said those usually sweet words to her.

  Y/N squeezed Ferb's hand and whispered, with tears filling up and clouding her vision, "Ferb, you broke his arm... that was completely uncalled for... it was horrific". She paused, and continued, stronger this time, "We need to take him to the hospital, it's the right thing to do". Even with her watery vision, she could see Ferb's face contort with rage. He started to strengthen his grip of Y/N's dainty hand until she yelped and pulled it away, getting up off the bed. "Ferb, you're acting strange, and it's scaring me".

  Ferb looked at her frightened face and spoke in a low, dangerous tone, "I saved you, my love, my dearest. You should be more appreciative. That giant rat should never have laid his grubby mitts on you. Fate will have it's way with him, like it does with all monsters like him". He reached out for her hand with a calm expression, but when she recoiled, his face turned sour once again. "You know, you should be grateful I didn't kill him. I would have, for you. For you I'd do anything".

  "Y-you know the police will find you, Ferb. You'll go to jail! What you did was seriously wrong. Then, fate will have it's way with you, you monster" Y/N stammered. She rushed towards the door, but because of Ferb's longer legs, he reached it first, grabbing a utility knife off of the dresser next to the door. Y/N stopped in her tracks and backed up till she hit the bed.

  "I'd hate to have to use this on you, love" Ferb sighed pitifully.

  "Why are you acting like this?!" Y/N cried out.

  "Because I love you, and I will do anything, and I mean anything, to be with you, forever, and ever, and ever and ever and ever and ever!" Ferb cackled manically. Y/N was struggling with the inner turmoil and confusion in her heart and mind. How could the boy she liked be so insane? What happened to the quiet, stoic, Brit that she knew and loved? Was it all a facade? But, most importantly, would she ever leave this room alive?

  "Please, let me go, Ferb," Y/N pleaded.

  "Oh, but I can't do that, or else you'll have me arrested, and more importantly, I'll never see you again,"

  "I promise, I won't tell anybody about what happened, a-and I'll see you whenever you want, just please, I want to see my family," she reasoned. She tried to make her face and tone seem as sincere as possible.

  "Hmm," Ferb hummed. "A tempting offer. Very well, I accept this arrangement. Now, I want a hug, immediately," he smiled. Y/N slowly walked towards him and he wrapped his arms tight around her shoulders. Just as Y/N started to sniffle with crying, he pushed her back and swung his knife across her throat. She slowly put her hands up, watching her blood squirt onto Ferb's face and chest. She fell towards him, where he caught her, her wet, salty face and bloody, exposed neck pooling onto his yellow shirt, mixing into a red blob. Once again, he pushed her off, where she laid still, keeping her breath as steady as possible, blood still spurting.

  As she started to lose consciousness, the last thing she heard was, "Oh dear, you have made quite the mess, my love. No worries, as long as I have you, or your body, I can live happily no matter how much work it will take to get these stains out!"