Hey guys! Sorry for the REALLY late update... Uh, busy times. I've barely got a chance to even type things. Right now with the story, uh... I need to recheck the plot... I don't really write barely anything down and keep all the ideas in my head. I really should write them down so I won't be in total confusion. Therefore, for this chapter, I'm going to do another person's POV. I'm really excited and I've been waiting for a long time to write this person. I'm actually a bit surprised that nobody asked about him/her.
So, without further ado... Here's chapter 15!
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Heinz's POV:
April 2, DEI 2006 (Wow... April 2 is like around month ago in where the 'present' storyline is...)
Do you know one of the things I hate the most? New neighbors. Mostly because they can be secret agents hunting for my daughter or me and how I have to always walk up to their door, giving them a long speech about how they shouldn't make noise. I looked out the window to see an unfamiliar man and a green haired kid. Great, that man has a kid. Kids are noisy. If it's a girl, I suppose it's alright because then Vanessa would have a new friend. But it's a boy, and I don't really want any boys hanging around with MY Vanessa. I watched as the man left and the boy walked in front of the building. He seem to be deep in thought but he then left. Yeah, he BETTER leave!
"Dad?" asked a familiar voice. I grinned and turned around. It was my sweet little daughter, Vanessa.
"Yes, my lovely daughter?" I asked. Vanessa frowned at me.
"I saw a poster about this huge popcorn machine in Danville. I'm going to go and get some popcorn, alright?" asked Vanessa.
"I'll come too!" I offered.
"No dad, this is a kid thing. I'm going by myself!" replied Vanessa as she stormed off. I sighed, slumping onto a chair. Why does it seem like Vanessa hates me?
"Okay, Sweetie." was my weak reply.
Heinz's POV:
April 3rd, DEI 2006
With Vanessa gone to my ex-wife, I felt incredibly lonely. In fact, I didn't even felt like doing something evil today. Mostly because no one is ever aware of my evil deeds. That was when I remembered the new neighbors. Right, my speech. I walked to their residence and cleared my throat before knocking on the door. The same man I saw yesterday answered it.
"Uh... How may I help you?" he asked.
"Well, I'm Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz and I'm here to tell you a couple of rules... Don't worry, this would only take a minute... Rule #1, No loud music. Especially those modern music kids listen to today. Rule #2, No disturbing neighbors, especially me. Rule #3..."
Ferb's POV:
April 3rd, Fletcher Residence 2006
I was occupying myself with some random thick book I found lying on the ground. I just finished working on some test my dad gave to me. While doing the test, I pretended to think very hard. But when my dad left the room, I immediately finished the test in a blink of an eye. That test was easy. Everyone thinks I'm just some really intelligent kid, but I don't want to get sent to a school for prodigies... If such a thing exists. When my father didn't return in 10 minutes, curiosity got the best of me as I placed the book down and went to check for his location. As I approached the door for leaving the house, I heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Rule #45, Do not call me Doof, Doofy, Shmirtzy-guy or the like. Rule #46..." started the man. I yawned. This is probably going to take some time. I then walked up to the living room, slumped on the couch, then began to flip through channels.
"So then the reruns of 'I'm Lindana and I wa-" Click.
"We still do not know the source of the zebra-" Click.
"I need to protect my watermelon!" Click.
"And now this is Phineas Flynn with-" Click.
"Do you like bricks?"
I blinked. Did I just heard what I just heard? I pressed the previous button in the remote.
"So Phineas, aren't you a little young to create a new kind of source of light?" asked the reporter. Phineas... Is on TV? Well, that's no surprise there. That popcorn machine he made was absolutely brilliant.
"Yes, yes I am." replied Phineas. I turned off the TV and stared up at the ceiling.
Inventing objects...
I sighed. It used to be a thing I enjoyed. I was planning to have a career in inventing... With my mom backing me up the whole way. But my mom isn't here now, isn't she? I probably will never see her again...
I clenched my fists.
Why couldn't the police believe me? Just because I'm a kid? Just because I have green hair and seem like I don't talk a lot?
Heinz's POV:
... etc
"And last but not least, Rule #100, no yodeling. That is all." I explained, gasping for breath. Yep, my whole speech consisted of me explaining all of the 100 rules that I made up.
"Oh, uh, yes sir. Well then, I must return to home schooling my child... Oh dear, it's already been 35 minutes." remarked the man.
"Right, and one last thing. Don't EVER let your child go NEAR Vanessa." I warned as I walked away. I felt the man staring at me with a confused look on his face.
Heinz's POV:
May 16th... (Uh oh! It's THAT date!)
It was a typical Tuesday day. The only difference was that there was no school today. I wonder what Vanessa's doing... Sitting on the sofa, I looked out the window. It had such a pretty blue sky...
Smoke then began to flood around the house.
...Never mind.
I coughed until I was on my knees, lungs starting to burn. When the smoke cleared up, I ceased my coughing.
"Agh, what was up with all the smoke?" I wondered to myself. With a groan, I stood up and wiped the dust off me.
"I really should clean the floor..." I thought, scratching the back of my head. I open the window. This is probably a prank. Looking at my surroundings, I checked to see who's the culprit. But to my immense surprise, the door to nearly every house started opening, and kids began to drag off their parents... somewhere. I gulped. Just what it happening! My door slung open and I saw Vanessa, trailing behind Charlene whose tied up with a thick rope.
She had no emotion in her eyes.
"Va... Vanessa?" I asked cautiously.
"Hel-lo-fa-ther. Rea-dy-to-join-mo-ther?" asked Vanessa, still emotionless.
"What do you mean?" I asked, backing away. Vanessa approached me slowly.
"Do-not-fret. I-am-ba-si-cal-ly-fol-lo-wing-or-ders." replied Vanessa, pulling out another thick rope and a baseball bat.
"No... You are not Vanessa! You're an impostor!" I cried. For a split second, Vanessa's eyes turned normal.
"Dad.. I love you..." whispered Vanessa, a worried look dawning upon her face. Her eyes then turned back to it's emotionless state. She raised her baseball bat.
"It-was-nice-mee-ting-you." said Vanessa as she swung her baseball bat on the top of my head.
Deep in my mind, I still remembered the true Vanessa's words.
"Dad... I love you..."
With a weak smile, I whispered...
"I love you too, Vanessa..."
I blacked out.
Heinz's POV:
Waking up...
I woke up to feel my wrists and ankles tied up together. I looked around to see many other parents. They're all tied up like me. The only difference is that some of them has tape across their mouths and some don't. I'm one of the luckily ones that don't have tape across their mouths.
"Hey... What just happened?" I asked. Many people turn towards me.
"Hey, that unconscious guy is awake." stated a person.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Underground in some factory." replied the same person.
"Aaaaaaaah Oof!" cried an unfamiliar voice. We all turned around to see some little boy go through a tunnel and land on the ground face first.
"Ehem... Hello there... fellas... My name is Baljeet." introduced the boy. We then silently chosen he was boring and look some other way in boredom.
"I am here to, well, save you parents." explained Baljeet. This immediately regained our attention. Oh yeah! He isn't bound by any rope, isn't he?
"So... Uh... I'll just use the scissors I brought..." said Baljeet uneasily, cutting the rope that bound some random parent. He then began to cut everyone's rope.
"Thank you kid." I thanked.
"Oh, uh, you're welcome..?" replied Baljeet as he continued to cut every other remaining parent. A man then entered the room and had a conversation with Baljeet. Baljeet then got shoved out of the room holding a map. A man jumped in front of the crowd of parents, facing the man.
"Have no fear! I will get us out of this for my name is Khakha Peu Peu!" shouted the man in determination. The parents tried to hold in their laughter but we couldn't help it. We burst out laughing.
"This is why I should switch back into a villain... Why can't I ever have the best day ever..?" muttered Khakha Peu Peu as he walked away and blended in with the crowd.
"Alright then, listen up people. My name is Greg Flynn. My twin, Gregory Flynn, is out to enslave the entire tri-state area, starting by your children!" explained the man. There were murmurs of anxiousness and disbelief.
"This is what we're going to do. I need you guys to give out your best cooperation. Pay attention because I won't repeat this twice. So first..."
Phineas' POV:
Still trying to remember...
"Miss... Who am I?"
That lady with long, green hair gave me a shocked look. But her shocked expression ceased as she seem to realize something.
"Gojary must have done something..." she muttered, not realizing I heard it.
"Who's Gojary? Is my name Gojary?" I asked.
"No... Gojary is a guy that uh... Made you lose your memories." explained the lady.
"So basically Gojary tampered with several parts of the limbic system of the brain, causing the memory loss... I have amnesia?" I asked, even though that was a dumb question. The lady nodded, a bit bewildered for some strange reason.
"Right, and since I need vital information on you, I need to help you recover your memories." explained the lady.
"Why do you need vital information on me? I'm like what, 5, 6, 7 years old?" I asked, perplexed.
"Uh... True, but your friends with my son and probably one of the only people to know where he's hiding right now." explained the lady.
"Who's your son?" I asked.
"Ferb... He, uh... Also has green hair and is about your age." explained the lady. In my mind, a piece of a conversation began to replay.
"Really? Me too! Though they've been yelling all night. Couldn't sleep cause of their yelling."
"Not those kind of issues. My mom has... disappeared and I'm hoping to find a way to get her back."
I blinked. What was that?
"Sorry... Can't remember..." I said, a bit depressed.
"I... See. Well, I must be going soon. Gojary is going to make me do something incredibly dumb again..." sighed the lady.
"Then why are you following his orders then?" I asked, using common sense. The lady smiled at me softly.
"He's using my family as hostages. He's already made contact with the only people related to me; My husband and my son." explained the lady.
"Only people related to you? You don't seem THAT old, where's your parents?" I asked.
"Dead. Drowned during a shipwreck. I was the only survivor at 8 years old." explained the lady. I began to pity her. Only survivor at 8 years old? I don't know how old I am, but that's pretty young!
"Miss... Why did Gojary chose to target you out of all the other people?" I asked. The lady stared at the sky.
"It's... Because of an old memory that no one but him remembers. I got no idea what happened back then, but I remember meeting someone that looks a lot like him..." explained the lady. There was silence...
"Enough chatting. You have to hide somewhere. I have a perfect place in mind. C'mon, we're walking." explained the lady as she tugged me towards the place she had in mind.
Bucky's POV:
Person #574 is weird...
574 gaped at my lair. I grabbed an animal translator and spoke.
"Alright then, 574, listen up." I stated.
"You can talk?" exclaimed 574.
"No. I just used an animal translator. Anyway, HOW did you not get affected by the gas?" I asked.
"Uh... I don't know. Maybe I'm special?" offered 574. I growled at him.
"Oh yeah, SURE you are! Maybe more special than Owner #4, huh?" I growled.
"You had 4 different owners?" asked 574.
"And I met 574 different kind of people. Now, since I'm removing the option of you being special, have you came in contact with anything lately?" I asked. 574 shrugged cluelessly.
"I come in contact with many things recently. Like Phineas' inventions, the grass, my bed, this zebra, my special smoothie recipe..." listed off 574.
"Maybe Owner #4 rubbed off the spray on his inventions..." I said out loud.
"But I haven't seen his invention today..." said 574. I glared at him. Well, that removes Owner #4's inventions possibility. I sprayed Owner #4 the spray can the night before the whole gas scenario. Unless 574 came in contact with Phineas a while before the gas scenario, it's virtually impossible.
"Well, that removes that possibility..." I muttered. I sniffed the air and smelled two familiar scents.
"It's Owner #4 and 567!" I exclaimed, removing my animal translator. I dragged 574 to an elevator and we both went to ground level.
Jenna's POV:
Entering the hideout...
When I entered the hideout, I heard a familiar dog barking happily. I sighed and leaned down to pet him. He whimpered when he saw that Phineas isn't doing the same, but instead backing away from him.
"Sorry, Bucky. He gained amnesia from Gojary." I explained. Bucky gave me the puppy eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Phineas, pointing towards a boy I've never seen before. How did he get here and why isn't he at Original Camp! The boy gasped.
"How can you forget me, Phineas! I'm Baljeet! You gave me a calculator for my birthday!" exclaimed the boy. Who gives kids calculators for their birthdays?
"Who's Phineas?" asked Phineas.
"Your name is Phineas, Phineas." I sighed. I then turned towards Baljeet.
"Sorry, kid. He got memory loss. Maybe you can help him remember. You're his friend, right?" I asked.
"Uh... Yes..?" replied Baljeet.
"Good. Talk to him for a while. Maybe you can restore his memory." I stated. They nodded, a bit hesitantly.
...
I wonder how Ferb is doing...
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So... Uh... Sorry for the long wait. I don't know if there's anyone like me out there, but I'm the kind of person who wants to do everything then suddenly on the next day you want to do something else. I attempted to make a fandub, learn the theme song on the piano, then play lots and lots of Little Big Planet 2 on the PS3. And then suddenly I want to create a random story (not fanfiction) for fun... Yeah... Me no like my mood swings. Then there's the fact that my parents are dragging me everywhere, especially on Boxing Day. So now I've finally managed to make a chapter... I didn't really meant for this chapter to kinda have a lame ending, but I wanted to post this chapter before it get's stuck in the depths of my computer forever.
So I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and point out any errors!
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Oh yeah... And Merry Christmas. I know I'm 2 days late in saying that, but at least I didn't forget to say it at all.