Hello everybody! I just decided to post the first chapter of this early because I'm super eager to get it out here! I hope it claims your interest!

Another thing, I won't be working on this until after I'm done writing 'The Monster Of The Moon," because like I said, I was a bit too eager. But, I will be updating this one regularly. Most likely, ever Saturday, it will be updated. (After Monster is complete)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :D

Ferb's P.O.V.

I wake up to Phineas' alarm clock and I sit up. I look over as he turns it off and gets up. As he walks over to the door, I turn around and grab a book from the bookshelf connected to my bed. I start reading from where I left off yesterday until Phineas finally returned from the bathroom. Funnily enough, I just couldn't seem to follow anything the chapter said. It was all pretty fuzzy, but I am still pretty tired.

I do my usual morning routine and head down to breakfast, which as always, was freshly cooked right on time. We eat the food, and once we're done, we put our dishes in the sink.

"Morning, Dinnerbell," Buford says as he walks in with Baljeet. Isabella comes up behind them and says her catchphrase, "Whatcha doin?" "Any plans for today yet? We're bored." Buford says. "Well, I haven't thought of anything yet but I'm sure-" Phineas says, but his voice stops and the room almost changes as his last sound echoes as the lights flicker off. The entire room fills with darkness and I can't see a thing.

Just a moment after the lights go out, I get a dizzy feeling and everything seems to move. The entire world of darkness brings me down to the floor, and I hear a few other thumps as well. The lights flicker on.

I look around in a squint, not expecting the lights to just flip on so suddenly. But there's nothing there. Nothing but debris by my feet and sandy dust in the burning hot air. I look far to my right to see a sad little oak tree, near dead, but holding on to one or two last brown leaves. An oak tree. Our oak tree? I try to look around but nobody is there. I try to call out for my brother or my friends but there's no reply. I'm here all alone. Where the heck am I? What just happened?

I stand up slowly. I suddenly hear an echo in the distance of a somewhat familiar sounding voice. I freeze, and eventually look in the direction it came from. But, there wasn't anybody there.

I walk more toward where I thought the noise came from. "Hello?" I barely manage to call out into the barren wasteland, receiving no answer. It's only then that I realize how hard it is to breath, this dust and sand being swept through the air around me by a seemingly non-existent breeze.

It's funny how just after I had gotten over my silence, I'm forced right back into it.

Suddenly, I see something move in the corner of my eye. I can only stare in shock and fear, because wherever I am, my friends aren't, and I don't like it.

Black smoke begins to surround me from behind, and once I notice it, I begin to panic as it closes in. The smoke goes further up into the orange-brown sky, soon blocking out most of the light, and still closing in. The smoke is so thick that I can't even see anything. I cough as it reaches me and fills my lungs and begins to burn, accompanied with a strange numb sensation.

I'm finally able to catch my breath after a second and the smoke seems to clear, but I still can't see a thing. I put my hands out and slowly walk forward, eventually finding a wall.

I wonder around what seems like a room. I search more and I finally realize I was in the panic room when I felt the little sign Mom had put in it. Then it all became clearer; the metal panels for the walls next to me became visible, and again, the little sign was there too.

But, there was this strange dark corner in the left. I walk closer to what seems to look like a human figure wearing an all black robe, nearly blending in with the shadows, on his knees facing into the corner. "Hello?" I whisper. He turns and lifts his head slowly, revealing nothing more than his shimmering royal blue pupils from beneath the cloak's hood.

The stranger looks down and slowly closes his eyes, letting the top of his hood disintegrate into invisible dust. It continues breaking down, until the man is completely gone.

I suddenly feel overwhelmingly sad, unsure of what to do. Or what to think.

I get up and turn around only to be surprised by the same bright blue pupils. He looks down at me with gentle, loving eyes, before they hesitantly begin to fill with rage as he sends his smoke at me.

I am immediately choked by the sickening smoke that forcefully kept fresh air out of my lungs. I gasp for air, but I don't receive any; just another burning yet numb sensation as this blasted smoke consumes me. As breathing becomes harder and the amount of air I allow myself to breath decreases, I realize this is it. I can't breathe. I'm toast. Everything begins to break out into a blinding white light...

I violently sit up in a cold sweat, gasping loudly for air, and slowly taking in my new setting… my bedroom?