Authors Note: Really hope to finish this soon…

2nd Dimension.

"Take the remote and go through the portal."

"What?" Phineas asked as he caught the remote thrown to him. He couldn't comprehend, the scientist said it too fast. "Dr. D! Wait!"

"Get out of here!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz instructed him, trying to get down from the rubble pile they were on. The tiny pebbles and dust sliding under his feet as he tried not to fall, a full focused look on his face.

"What are you trying to do?!"

"Rodney's up there. If I can get close enough to him I can knock him off the pile of rocks. He'll fall, and I'm hoping he'll be injured enough not to get up. That's when I'll get him." The scientist said, trying to rush to the said pile to go through with his quickly thought up plan. If he lost then he lost. It didn't matter, that's all he saw as the boy desperately tried to stop him.

"Wait Dr. D!" Phineas called as he watched the doctor start to work his way up the debris pile by climbing, the boy followed suit, still trying to slow the man down, to stop his friend from doing something foolish. "What is it you hope to accomplish by doing this?"

"Someone has to stop him now. No one else can. He has to pay for what he did, for everything he's ever done. If someone doesn't punish him now, then no one else will. It's our only chance now!" He was getting irritated. Why couldn't the boy just understand?

"Our only chance at what?" Phineas called up to him, a good deal below him in climbing where he stopped to stand on a steady spot "Huh? Tell me what's so important that you have to risk your life for?! What do you have to toss away your life for?!"

"REVENGE, PHINEAS! OKAY?!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz screamed, unintentionally alerting some nearby robots.

1st Dimension.

"Are you done yet?!" Isabella asked.

Baljeet glared back at her, angrily twisting a screwdriver to the back panel of the newly constructed remote. He worked profusely on this stupid remote for her, scrambling to find the correct parts on such short notice, scrambling again to put them together while she barks orders and breathes down his neck, and for what? He didn't feel comfortable with this in the first place! They were going against a dead man's wishes, and that was just wrong in itself!

The alternate Doofenshmirtz specifically asked that there only be two portal remotes in existence. There couldn't be another gateway to their worlds. The dictator had asked a favor of his counterpart, for him to destroy his remote and the other one would have the same fate. He wanted both remotes to be destroyed so that there was NO gateway, absolutely NO way to access either worlds.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz declined with reasoning, saying that what if the need for them to meet again rose up? They'd all be stranded and wouldn't be able to help either side out. It took a lot but he finally convinced his counterpart to leave the remotes intact and so they both kept one on hand, the only two in existence. The scientist also reasoned that they were all close and would miss each other terribly if there were no more visits between them.

Now there was a third remote, one that wasn't authorized in the agreement, and it went against everything in the terms and conditions. This was serious. Baljeet thought about this deeply. Should he destroy it now while he still could? This was bad, this was very bad. Something was going to go wrong. They had no right to make this remote. He was seconds from the remote being completed, he just had to screw the back cover on it. He did it slowly to delay the inevitable, but the inevitable shoved him away from preventing the deed.

Baljeet oofed as he was shoved on the grass, the remote snatched from his hands, and the screw driver. With a terribly worried frown, he watched Isabella hastily and very quickly, screw the final screws, not even making sure they were tight before clicking the button to activate it.

The portal to the 2nd Dimension opened sure enough and Baljeet gulped as he stared through it. This was really, really bad...

2nd Dimension (Roddenstein's Building).

Irving was tossed into a room, again. Seriously, the harsh treatment was getting old, and, really rude. He stood again, turning to look all around him.

"Well this is weird…" The fan boy said to himself as he observed everything around him.

The walls were a pure white, not a spot of mesh of dirt on them. They were just bright, and there was a cot up against the wall. On the walls were those cabinets you usually see in a doctor's office. There was also a matching counter under those cabinets with a working sink he noted as he let the water rush over his hand, finding it the least bit interesting. The water was clear, not dirty, it was pure.

Irving looked to the door after turning off the sink. He turned the knob, but it didn't turn far. It was locked. It figured though, why wouldn't it be locked? He was captured by a crazy guy and his robots, and the dude had Platyborg to an advantage, using the cyborg to enforce his law. The stalker boy started to think logically and with an open mind .

If Platyborg was alive and well….then what about the alternate Doofenshmirtz? Was he alive too?

It would make sense and fit together like a puzzle. The cyborg being brainwashed, and the dictator forced to watch all he made be destroyed was a bonus, and evil one. It was the perfect method of revenge and conquest. Rodney was a sadist, so naturally, torture and suffering was the key.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHH!"

The fan boy turned, putting full focus and concentration on his hearing, trying to trace where the scream came from. He couldn't find the source because just as soon as it started, the screaming stopped, leaving a dull silence in its path. Then another series of noises took its place, sounds of struggling, coming from the next room over to his right. He kneeled on the mattress of the small bed, pressing his ear against the wall to listen. Things were foggy and he couldn't make out words.

Irving turned to the counter, spotting a glass, he quick scrambled to get it and ran back to press the open part against the wall, and press his ear against the bottom of the cup. It worked and he could now make up words. They were mumbled, the words he heard next, and the voice was dry.

"Please…Please…"

"Doofenshmirtz?" The fan boy asked himself, his assumption correct as he kept listening.

Someone else in the room said something, and he heard the accented voice plead again, in pain.

"I don't know…I don't know…please…"

Irving wondered what they were talking about. What did Rodney want the alternate Doofenshmirtz to tell him? He concluded that it wasn't his dimension's Doofenshmirtz because their voice patterns were different. If you listened closely, they didn't really sound the same at all. The former dictator's voice was more gruff, and the scientist' voice was higher. The stalker boy heard what sounded like choked coughing after that, and gasping for air. Then more rustling of fabric and a slam as something was knocked against.

Then he didn't hear anything else from the neighboring room, and he was scared to know what had happened in there.

2nd Dimension (Outside).

Phineas looked at the scientist with gleaming eyes, hoping to get more of a confession out of him. It worked and Dr. D stopped climbing altogether to talk to him. No robots spotted them yet.

"Revenge…." Doofenshmirtz repeated. "He can't get away with this. He killed my counterpart, he can't just do that and get away with it!"

"Says who?"

"Says me! He can't do that!"

"Who's to say he can't?"

The scientist was overly confused with these questions. "What?"

"Who's to say he can't kill anyone?" Phineas asked him. "Who's to say he can't kill anyone we're close to? Why can't he do it?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying…" Phineas sighed. "What if he killed me?"

"He wouldn't."

"Why?"

"Because I'd kill him if he so much as tried."

"Why?"

"Because-"

Phineas blinked "Because you what?"

"Because I-"

"Because you feel it's your job to protect me?" Phineas said, and the scientist nodded.

"Yes. That's why."

"And if you had anything to say about it, I'd never be in any danger."

"Yes…" Dr. Doofenshmirtz said again, still confused as to where the boy was going with this and why.

"The same way your counterpart felt about Platyborg?"

"Yeah… I guess it was. I do think of you as my family, so that would be accurate…Where is this going exactly?"

"Then you'd give up anything to keep me out of harm?" Phineas said with a growing grin, scheming in his head.

"Of course." The scientist nodded.

Phineas frowned, sliding back down the rubble pile to the ground "Then I'm sorry Dr. D"

"…Sorry? Sorry for what?" Doof asked and then saw it. "NO PHINEAS!"

Phineas ran, right in front of a group of robots, calling to them and getting the attention of even more robots in the area. "Hey pencil necks!" They all turned to him. "Yeah you guys! Catch me if you can you stupid droids!" Then the boy ran as robot after robot after robot chased after him, firing lethally.

"Phineas!" Doofenshmirtz called down but the boy was too busy dodging lasers to respond to him. The scientist looked up, he was halfway up the pile, and Rodney was right there, he was so close and he could end this. He could go through with his plan right now and kill the asshole once and for all. He could avenge his counterpart's murder and find conclusion…

So why was he running in the opposite direction?