Pain. That’s the first thing Perry felt when he woke up from his nightmare. He sighed. Pain had seemed to be one of his main emotions for his whole life. For about two hours his life was perfect, and then it began.
“It” had started as bullying. At the time, Perry had no idea why everyone seemed to bully him, but in retrospect, Perry figured it was probably jealousy.
Then, because of the bullies, he never made that many friends. His two closest friends were Pinky and Lydia, and they were also two of his only friends. He could name a few more, but they were more family than friends.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, at only seven days old, his parents had been killed. Ripped to shreds by a bear, right in front of his eyes. Then he got taken in by O.W.C.A, which is where he met Lydia and Pinky.
His life had started looking up when he met them. Of course, he still got sharp stabs of pain remembering what happened to his parents, but the feeling had begun to fade. And then......then he met Pixie. Perry smiled and glanced over at his mate, who was sleeping peacefully next to him. Meeting her helped numb so much of the pain in Perry’s life.
Perry still remembered how he felt when he found out Pixie was pregnant. He felt mixed feelings of happiness, for obvious reasons; and fear, because he didn’t have a role model.
Then, about two weeks later, she was captured by L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. It took Perry about twelve days just to find where they had hidden her. By then, she had already laid the egg.
When Perry finally found her, he was captured also. It wasn’t the normal, easy-to-escape-in-a-couple-hours trap that L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N normally made, either. It took Perry about five days to escape, but it was what happened in those five days that was horrible.
About two to three days after Perry had been captured, the egg hatched. Perry and Pixie named their son Michael. They still hadn’t been able to figure out why Pixie had been captured in the first place, though. In hindsight, Perry figured they both knew why, but they didn’t want to accept it, so they buried the thought in the deepest corners of their minds.
A couple days after Michael hatched, they realized why Pixie had been captured and not harmed. L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N came and took Michael, still an infant, and vanished.
That might have been part of the reason why Perry found a way to escape almost immediately. He and Pixie followed them, but lost them and Michael.
Every day for the next couple months, Perry and Pixie searched for L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N, but it was like they vanished off the face of the earth. It brought back all the pain that he had experienced before, plus some extra.
Perry sighed and shook his head, trying to clear the unpleasant thoughts. That was four years ago. He and Pixie had been slowly recovering, but the way Lydia put it, it was an emotional scar on both of them. A bigger scar on Pixie, though.
Perry looked over at his mate again. What had happened with Michael had hurt Perry- still hurt, mind you- badly, but affected Pixie five times more. It had changed her.
Perry smiled. He still remembered the day they met. The Australian division’s top agent and her siblings had just arrived at headquarters. Perry had been working in his office at the time, when Pixie entered the room.
“Hi! I’m Pixie, you must be Agent P. The American division’s best agent, right? Do you know why we’re here?” she bubbled.
Perry shook his head.
“No? Well, Amy’s the only one of us that’s an agent, and she’s our division’s- the Australian division’s- best agent. She’s been visiting each division’s headquarters, sparring with each division’s best agent. Well, except for the Australian division’s top agent, ’cause that’s her, and she can’t fight herself.” Pixie paused, then continued. “Sorry, am I talking too much?”
“You can keep going if you want. I’m used to it, my nemesis rambles on like that every day,” Perry replied, smiling.
“Um, well, I don’t know your nemesis, but I’m still going to take that as a compliment.”
Perry chuckled, looking back. Of course, Pixie had naturally mellowed out a little bit, but she wasn’t as bright and bubbly as she used to be.
Perry sighed and quietly got out of his and Pixie’s bed. He walked downstairs and into the dining room. Phineas and Ferb- now seventeen years old- were eating cereal at the table.
“Hey, Perry,” Phineas waved.
Perry smiled and waved back. “So, you’re not already in the backyard?” Phineas and Ferb had created a bunch of animal translators when they found out he was an agent, enough for each human member of the Flynn-Fletchers, their close friends, and several extra.
“No, Candace was just cleared to leave the hospital a couple days ago, so she and Jeremy are coming over with their child today,” Phineas replied. “This is the first time we’ll be seeing our niece and/or nephew.”
Oh, right, Perry thought. Candace just gave birth a couple weeks ago. “Do you remember ever finding out what gender?” Please, not a son. Please, not a son.
“Hmmm,” Phineas thought. “Ferb?”
“I think we have a niece,” Ferb replied, taking a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. “They named her ‘Amanda,’ didn’t they?”
Perry exhaled. “Looks like all of Candace’s dreams are coming true one at a time,” he commented.
Phineas laughed. “Yep.”