Heinz Doofenshmirtz hasn't had the best life. As a child in a small village known as Drusselstein, Germany, their family had consisted of his father and mother. Heinz had been labeled as a schnitzel for not jumping off the high dive when he was five and didn't know how to swim. When he was seven, he attempted the high dive into mysterious bags of chemicals. It had merely caused him to accentuate the odor of pork and twist his ankle.
Saddened by the events, Heinz had bought a ticket for someplace exciting and accepting like Canada or Australia. Instead, after working on the ship since it was discovered the ticket had been illegally obtained Heinz found his way to America. He had done many odd jobs when one of his customers had been five-year-old Roger. Their mother, strongly agitated father and a dog he had won in a poker game, Only Son, had followed him. His father had started to yell at him; gotten confronted, but their mother had informed Heinz's boss the man is Heinz's father.
They had gained a house in the dangerous side of town, tossing Heinz now twelve into the basement. Not many of their things had survived the foreclosure, so the Doofenshmirtzes had been basically left with whatever they could carry. Over the summer, Heinz continued to work during the day and be beaten and berated at night. His boss had questioned him and Heinz had exploded. His job had been terminated and Heinz had been crying throughout the punishment.
The Doofenshmirtzes had learned about truancy, so they signed Heinz up for seventh grade and Roger up for preschool. Roger had made friends within the first few hours. Heinz had easily been labeled as a freak, considering his appearance, clothing "choice" and his love for mechanical science. He had spent many lunches in the library and many gym classes in the nurse's office. Two years later, Heinz had been a sixteen-year-old freshman and Roger had been a seven-year-old second-grader.
Roger had joined an amateur kickball team, so Heinz started taking self defense classes at a local community class. He had told his instructor how the kids at school constantly beat on him because of his eccentricities. While this had been true, a lot of the mutilation had also come from his father. After a few months, Heinz had been able to fight back against the schoolkids landing him in detention. He uses his after school time for reading and working on his machines.
By the next year, Heinz is still a freak. He had come out over the summer, bringing all kinds of hate toward him. He is a seventeen-year-old sophomore acing math and science, recently out of the closet and easily known around the school. He ignores most hate, focusing on work or his own projects. Most teachers believe, or want to believe, these devices are for some sort of science project. Rumors have been spread that he is creating these things for weapons against his enemies, or self-mutilation. He has plenty of enemies, including his family.
He wears a black long-sleeved turtleneck everyday, with either black pants or blue jeans. Dark circles are constantly under his eyes, as he barely gets any sleep. He is taking medicine for his migraines, though he keeps it a secret from his parents. He gets into fights at least once a week and is getting really strong between them and lugging around equipment for his inventions. Over the summer, he had been aware that the city has new residents by the names of Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher. They had created a modified slingshot of sorts and a projectile had missed its intended target, instead crashing into the Doofenshmirtz mailbox.
Heinz managed to fix it, but was punished for using mechanics. The family still kept it however. All he knows about the newcomers is Phineas and Ferb are apparently young and have a big family. Heinz is sitting in the back of homeroom, barely listening to the morning announcements. He is working on some contraption, scribbling up some blueprints. The door opens and closes and the announcements end. His teacher has an extra one.
"Class, we have a new student with us. This is Perry Flynn-Fletcher."
Heinz glances up. A short-for-his-age boy with teal hair stands awkwardly up front. He attempts a side grin and a soft chuckle. His shirt matches his hair and he also wears khakis. One of his eyes is covered by a brown fedora, though the teacher quickly pulls it off. The awkward expression is suddenly replaced by one of fear and slight anger. This is subsided as the woman gives it back.
"We don't wear hats in class." She scans the room and points to only available seat. "Go sit by Heinz."
Perry nods and takes the seat. Harsh whispers about Heinz being a freak, gay and other rude comments surround the air. The teacher does nothing about this and, despite Heinz's angry demeanor, it seems as if he is content on ignoring it. Perry scowls inwardly at this, and then attempts a friendly smile to Heinz.
"Nice to meet you."
He snorts, not meeting the new boy's eyes. He instead continues to work on his machine. Perry frowns but takes out his agenda. For the next thirty minutes, most of the students are working on their book reports. Heinz is already finished and has it turned in, though it isn't due for another eight days. Perry has just gotten his packet, so instead he studies his schedule and the school map. Without warning, Heinz stops what he is doing and takes Perry's things. The teal-haired boy opens his mouth in protest but stops to watch in awe.
With great speed, Heinz reads through Perry's schedule and marks the classes on the map. After homeroom is first and second period, then either third period or lunch. Vice versa, then fourth period and either fifth or free period. Perry's schedule has him at English II, Geometry, Lunch, History, Chemistry and Free. Heinz's schedule goes Trig Honors, Psychology Honors, Lunch, English, Chemistry and Free.
"Wow, thanks." Perry smiles.
"Uh-huh." Heinz waves his hand dismissively.
"Do we have any classes together?"
Heinz can tell Perry's voice is anxious and he is trying to decipher whether that is a good thing or not. It usually isn't. The bell rings and Heinz gathers his things in a rush.
"127A." Heinz mumbles before leaving.
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