- Location
- Germany
Why? We didn´t order him to get involved - he did that on his own accord.
Also, QMs already said that Shegos "decree" about Hego not getting hurt doesn´t mean coddling him.
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
Why? We didn´t order him to get involved - he did that on his own accord.
Also, QMs already said that Shegos "decree" about Hego not getting hurt doesn´t mean coddling him.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
In what way could she possibly blame us for an alien invasion?
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Hego winning would be the turning point for his character development, instead of just setting him up for it.
Like, narratively he failed here because he stopped to monologue. If he'd succeeded, narratively he'd have stopped himself FROM monologuing and just tackled the damn Kat and the two would have been locked in battle and it would have been all dramatic. And that would have been his moment of realizing what the fuck is wrong.
It wouldn't have to. Because this could be the point at which his character grows.
Like... listen to yourself. You're saying "He needs to fail to trigger his character growth. He's failed over and over and he's not going anywhere."
Flip that around.
He's already failed and humiliated himself repeatedly. That's the entire reason he had this "Hero or Zero" bonus/malus option that blew up in our faces when he rolled low and lost the coin toss, giving him this -27 malus that's been crippling him throughout this event.
Who's to say that this failure can't be enough? Can't be the last one? That there has to be another for some thematic reason, when the cumulative narrative weight of all the failures that led up to this point isn't enough to sustain the theme in question?
...
To be clear here, I'm not actually questioning the QM decisions.
I'm just saying that there's no obligation on the part of the QMs to have Hego go through one more humiliating failure, on top of all the others, before he can bounce back. It's not somehow mandatory, it's not as if he hasn't failed, suffered, or been humiliated enough.
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Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
I did think Hego could have called it quits and ended his humiliation conga when Roddy was done with him, but he chose to keep going. In a way, it's very noble that Hego has that much determination, but it only means he's going to suffer a bit longer.
Even if Hego passed that DC 100, or the QMs lowered the DC into somethinf Hego could feasibly achieve, he can't beat Cat in a Martial exchange. Hego winning here would require a lot of dice fudging.
- Location
- USA
I assume that if Hego passed the DC, all he would have ended up doing for sure would be interrupting Kat's execution.
As a natural consequence Kat attempting to kill them, the cats that were in the process of questioning Kat's methods probably would have swapped sides in the face of their leader's betrayal and either run away or fought alongside Hego, at least to protect themselves from Kat.
Maybe then after the crisis was over Hego would have adopted one (or more) of the superpowered cats and raised it to become a hero alongside him, joining his statblock.
But now the cat is dead, so the chances of that happening seem low.
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- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Maybe hego can join the cat mafia's stat block
- Location
- The Hub
What, as a Lyon Purrsuviant?
- Location
- I think somewhere. I might be nowhere though
- Pronouns
- He/Him
To be honest, not anymore really. As I've said before, this world is broken enough. Regardless of what evil Roddy says, it doesn't need another Batman. It needs a Superman - a symbol for justice and heroism in an otherwise cruel world. I don't want "jaded Hego waking up to the world." That innocent idealism is both endearing and just what the world needs on a narrative level, and on an IC level. With this last roll being a failure on him still trying so hard one last time and being slapped in the face for it yet again, I have no more interest in Hego's character arc. It's going places I don't like.
The fact that it's a failure purely because of massive maluses and not because of him rolling low for once is just more salt in the wound.
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Except Superman can't work for Lex Luthor, which means proposed by you development leads into another our employee wants to overthrow/arrest us scenario. I thought that we had enough of this with Lovemuffin.
- Location
- I think somewhere. I might be nowhere though
- Pronouns
- He/Him
A) Comparing Doofenshmirtz to freaking Lex Luthor is a laugh. They aren't similar on a narrative level, and they aren't similar in a non-superficial manner on a more literal level.
B) You know full well that I was using Batman and Superman as the contrasting character archetypes they represent and NOT as literal arcs in and of themselves. Drop that act now because I've not the patience for it.
- Location
- Germany
Yeah, if anyone in Doofquest would be Lex, it´d be Xanatos - while I see us as maybe a particularly driven Toyman
- Pronouns
- He/They
I think that's kind of unfair to Xanatos-he's got way less blindspots than Lex does. Lex is basically obsessively focused on destroying/decrediting Superman and can't even imagine him having a human disguise.
- Location
- Germany
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
Except Doof isn't really evil, no matter how much he says he is. The only Lex Luthor he's like is the one from the Injustice universe, the one who's secretly a good guy.
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
Doof is absolutely petty, vindictive, and spiteful. It doesn't really make him evil, just unpleasant, but calling him a "good guy" is stretching it.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
I said like, not one to one. Doof isn't evil, it's a major component of his character, his character culminates with the realization he isn't evil.
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
We did just have the "Did you forget what that means!" moment.
- Location
- USA
That is only one possible culmination of his character and shouldn't be assumed to be guaranteed.
His circumstances and reaction to said circumstances could potentially lead to him developing into a worse person... or just differently in general, not just good or evil.
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- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
If that happens we're doing it wrong.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
There is no 'doing it wrong' dude, come on.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
In my opinion making your character worse is generally along the lines of 'wrong'. I'm free to state my opinion.
Crisis: Kataclysm- Claws Encounters of the Furred Kind
- Location
- Pennsylvania
The Galactic Federation's primary administrative center on the third planet nearest to the local sun (on record as "Earth") was set on the shores of a large inlet near the city of Honolulu. Near enough 'not to interfere in the daily life of the native species', but still close enough you could see the massive frill of the building from the city.
It was shaped like a single enormous bladder of air, the outer walls mostly transparent but tinged with a light purple sheen by the continually active defensive shield. A long purple fringe ran along the top of the building, housing energy projectors and other, less understandable devices that kept the building functioning. From this central bulk great trailing lines of tendril-like corridors snaked off, some towards other outbuildings and facilities and others sinking into the harbor waters for reasons no man could guess.
The entire base was on the highest alert. Saurian bio-soldiers prowled the halls in parade dress, officials checked, then nervously re-checked their work, and everyone shuddered in anticipation. With their entire leadership missing and potentially dead, there was no one here to organize them for-
They were here!
A few brave souls broke off from their work to watch as the first pod landed on the ground. It was a green and yellow bulk, by coincidence almost the exact shape of a lemon. Four red fins stabilized it as the landing thruster lowered it slowly onto Oahu's pristine beaches. Four legs folded out from the form as it slowly settled and a long black ramp lowered to the ground below. One slender blue hoof hit the sands, then another.
The Supreme Grand Councilwoman of the Galactic Federation walked sedately into the building as if she ran the place.
This was because she did.
[GalFed Wildlife Preserve Crit effect revealed- the GalFed has access to the Supreme Grand Councilwoman and her personal fleet!]
A minor functionary, normally far too insignificant for such an important state visit but in this case all they had, stood nervously in place, ears twitching as she attempted to put on a brave face for the leader of the free galaxy. "Your e-excellency, ma'am."
"Are you the ranking officer?" The Councilwoman asked.
"A-as close as could be found, your excellency. Our commander was lost during Dr. Jookiba's escape attempt, and our, er… vice-commander followed after him in a brave, but… very stupid rescue mission."
"I'm aware." the Supreme Councilwoman sighed. "I read the report. Those three… I thought I'd heard the last of this planet. What is your emergency?"
"...Ma'am?"
"You utilized a secure distress signal to call the nearest Galactic Fleet to your aid. Such expediency is reserved for only the most urgent of concerns." The Councilwoman's gaze locked sharply onto the poor official. "It was you who filed the report, yes?"
"I-I filed a request for aid through the usual channels, your Excellency, but I-I would never-"
"I would hope you are not implying that this installation flagged down the flagship of the entire Federation with no significant threat." the Councilwoman interrupted in cold tones. "That would represent such an incredible breach of operational protocol that I would be forced to-"
"Your Excellency!" an officer panted, bursting into the lobby and gasping desperately for breath. "Thank the stars you're here."
"What?" The Councilwoman asked, turning in mild confusion.
"An entire fleet just came out of cloaking on the edge of the inner planets! Their trajectory has them aimed directly at us!"
"Who are they?!" the Councilwoman demanded.
"Initial identification tags them as Kat Nebulans!"
"Those scavenging thugs? They must not have been expecting us. Scramble the fighters!" the Councilwoman demanded immediately. "Get the flagship into an intercept vector. Commander Nova, report."
"Heard it all, ma'am." a voice replied over communications.
"Good. The fleet is yours. Take all necessary steps." The Councilwoman took a moment to look down at the still-stunned functionary. "Excellent work, miss. You made the right choice in calling us. You'll be commended for this."
---
Kat Fleet Martial Check: Establish space superiority!
65+56+34-30 (Expecting Token Resistance)-25 (GalFed entrenched)-5 (Kat Nebulans)=95
GalFed Martial Contest:
77+28+45+25 (Galactic Relief Fleet)+20 (Councilwoman's guard present)=195
GalFed Critical Success!
This was supposed to be an easy mission. Their agent on the ground had noted the presence of several enhanced individuals on the planet, though nothing that would present a threat to a fully armed armada. When he had sent the signal to start landing, the Squad Kaptain had expected this to be an easy mission.
The crew wasn't exactly enthusiastic about the thought of exerting effort, but some assurances that the primitives on the ground produced some of the most delicious treats in existence did a lot to improve morale. How poorly could this mission go? The primates had nothing in the way of orbital defenses, no laser batteries, no planetary shields, even the outpost on their moon was bafflingly primitive!
Even if there were standout groups that could prove difficult, the denizens were too fractious to form a united front! This was going to be like zapping space fish in a standard containment unit! The GalFed maintained a token protectorate, but they were far too busy to actually come to help before the Kats could plunder the place bare.
When the fleet dropped out of sunlight near the gravity well of the seventh planet, the Squad Kaptain immediately knew something was wrong. Dozens- no, hundreds of FTL signatures winked into existence on his computer screen, most of them several light-minutes away, with a worryingly large number even closer.
"Miao miao mrow miao miao!" he hissed out an order to jump into action. This level of resistance was worrying enough to overcome his natural instincts and order his troops to go all out. Unfortunately for him, it appeared as if the damnable Galactic Federation was expecting them. Or if not them, then someone. They had planned to roll over a token resistance from a scientific installation and a few barely commissioned junkers. That was a Federation flagship out there!
Did… did he just jump into something far above his paygrade?! Was there a galactic official on the planet?!
Someone's head was going to roll for this.
The skirmish in the stars was disappointingly short. Surrounded on all sides, outnumbered and outgunned, it only took a few ships to be destroyed before the Kommander sent out a message of surrender. The prospect of giving in to the slovenly Federation sickened him to his core, but it was far better than getting slaughtered for very little gain. At least it's them and not the Birds, he thought as his ship was caught in a tractor beam. Soon he would have to give his surrender to whatever arrogant commander the GalFed had arrived with.
There was just one thing he had to do first.
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"Their morale is breaking, we have them! The fleet is scattering like flurgles in a causeway!"
A cheer went up across the Federation flagship. Those Kats who couldn't get away were turning their ships belly up in the traditional submission posture.
"Do we pursue, captain?"
Commander Nova considered the battlefield. "Did any of them manage to land on planet?"
"Negative, not a single ship made landfall. The most the natives will be seeing is an oddly timed meteor shower."
"Then we pursue. Things on Earth will be fine until we get back."
---
Meanwhile on Earth, things were not fine. Candace Flynn's terrible day continued to worsen. Phineas and Ferb had finally broken with their age-old tradition of never redoing the same project in the face of overwhelming force… and unfortunately, that had amounted to very little.
Phineas and Ferb Martial Check: Stop the Cats!
35+4+6+10 (water)=55
Kat Army martial contest:
11+36+35+20+5=107
Kat Army Massive Success!
Instead of the laser cannon or plasma rifle she had asked for, her brothers had seen fit to provide her with the very best anti-cat weapon known to man- a squirt gun! While she had to admit the horrible beasts shied away from the thing, it just wasn't that effective.
Her brothers were inside that weird 'Beak' suit that had seen a brief stint as a superhero a couple summers ago, the one her mother had seen fit to ignore despite having its picture in the newspaper and everything. Sure, it was pretty durable, and the rocket thrusters made it fast, but her brothers' utter refusal to use the included lasers on the cats was coming back to bite them. They might have helped to fell a few cars or trees tossed in their direction, but low-powered stun blasters weren't that effective at actually fighting back against superpowers.
"We're out of our element." Ferb pointed out as he calmly used the Beak's left foot to slam a water balloon into an approaching feline's face, buying him a few seconds to back away.
"I just want to find Kat." Phineas replied. "I can't believe he'd actually do something like this!"
The feckless felines seemed to be playing with them. Candace was certain they could've been obliterated in an instant with those laser eyes- the things could melt entire cars in a few seconds, so they should've been toast! Fortunately they didn't seem interested in going for the kill, even if they were a little too gleeful about disabling their weapons. Ferb's stash ofgrenades water balloons was obliterated with a single slash of the claw, just as a precise laser blast turned Phineas' squirt gun into a useless hunk of plastic.
"Phineas! Ferb! Now do you believe me?! Look over there!"
She pointed across the street to where the perpetrator of the entire incident was grinning between two other rather nervous-looking felines. The nefarious little hairless rat was licking its lilac paw as if nothing had happened. Something Candace didn't even want to consider was on the pavement in front of it, just beside the blustering cat-lover that had worked for Supreme Dictator Doofenshmirtz.
The man looked utterly crushed for some reason. Candace didn't want to think about it- she wanted the Supreme Dictator to be crushed just like anyone else, but watching one of his underlings get incinerated was taking things too far.
"Hey! Kat!" she shouted against her better judgement, even as the terrible beast's eyes started to glow a sinister red. Candace punctuated this statement with a stream of water to Kat's back.
"Miao?" Kat questioned, turning to her with the hatred only a recently soaked cat could muster plastered across his face.
"Yeah, that's right! Remember me? I'm the one who knew this was coming for weeks! Months! And no matter how much I told my mom she refused to do anything about it." Candace pumped her squirt gun in what she hoped was a dramatic manner. "So now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands!"
The rational part of her brain, which she had long since trained herself to ignore, was telling her this was a very bad idea. She had no training, she had no weapons, and the squirt gun didn't seem to do anything other than make them angry. That little voice of reason was drowned out by the incomprehensibly large urge to bust someone for something, so Candace soldiered on.
The helmet to the Beak suit flipped up. "Kat?" Phineas questioned, sounding like he was heartbroken. Candace winced slightly. Busting her brothers was one thing, seeing them in emotional anguish was something she really couldn't stand.
Phineas' anguish quickly turned into anger. "Kat! What the heck is this?! You're evil? He's evil?" he questioned, turning to Candace as if for confirmation. "We trusted you! And this is how you betray us? We took you inside our home and everything! What about that super cat scratching post we made for you last month, huh?"
"Phineas. I, uh, don't think he's willing to listen-"
"No! I refuse to just accept this! Who even does something like this?! After we took him in off the street and everything! All that time he was just playing us for fools! Sneaking off to who knows where every day- I thought, 'he's a housecat, they don't get out much!' But apparently they do! They get out to build super death lasers and evil super cat serum so they can take over the city! Don't you see the problem here?!
Phineas turned to look at Kat, who was trying to pretend he wasn't being spoken to in the tradition of chastised housecats everywhere. "Now I'm questioning how you even came to our house! Was this all a trick from the beginning?! Did you…" Phineas choked back what almost seemed like a sob. "...did you do something to Perry?"
"Miao?"
Kat had no idea who Perry was; the confusion on his face was genuine enough for them to see.
Honestly, Kat didn't want to hurt them. The boys had always treated him well, pampered him as the superior lifeform he obviously was, and provided him with plenty of the mysterious human delicacies called 'Fishy Frisky Bits'. He was, for once, conflicted about carrying out his mission to the fullest and eliminating Phineas or Ferb.
So he pulled out his new gatling gun and aimed it at Candace instead.
"OH COME ON!" She bellowed. "Why does this always happen to m-"
Candace was cut off as a blue blur tackled her to the ground, narrowly keeping her from being riddled with bullets.
Candace looked up to see that evil scientist's employee- 'Hugo' or something- taking the brunt of the attack on his thankfully super-resilient back. It still looked like it hurt though. A moment later the man had picked up both Candace and her brothers and was sprinting away as quickly as he could manage over the uneven, rubble-strewn ground.
Kat threw the weapon to the ground in exasperation. The idiot still wasn't staying down? He had more important things to worry about, like establishing a beachhead, taking out the last lines of defense, and looting the local pet stores for all they were worth. He'd leave this fool to flounder around on his own- it wasn't as if he could actually do anything to stop him.
"Hey! Get back here!" Phineas yelled as Kat and his troops started to move out. He tried to wriggle out of the man's super-strong grasp to no avail. "Let me go! I need to-"
Phineas was cut off by another explosion, but Hego got the gist.
He didn't stop.
===
A/N: Next time; a return to the quest team as they clean up other people's messes and Kat notices his fleet ran into some technical difficulties.
The technical difficulties of being annihilated.
It was shaped like a single enormous bladder of air, the outer walls mostly transparent but tinged with a light purple sheen by the continually active defensive shield. A long purple fringe ran along the top of the building, housing energy projectors and other, less understandable devices that kept the building functioning. From this central bulk great trailing lines of tendril-like corridors snaked off, some towards other outbuildings and facilities and others sinking into the harbor waters for reasons no man could guess.
The entire base was on the highest alert. Saurian bio-soldiers prowled the halls in parade dress, officials checked, then nervously re-checked their work, and everyone shuddered in anticipation. With their entire leadership missing and potentially dead, there was no one here to organize them for-
They were here!
A few brave souls broke off from their work to watch as the first pod landed on the ground. It was a green and yellow bulk, by coincidence almost the exact shape of a lemon. Four red fins stabilized it as the landing thruster lowered it slowly onto Oahu's pristine beaches. Four legs folded out from the form as it slowly settled and a long black ramp lowered to the ground below. One slender blue hoof hit the sands, then another.
The Supreme Grand Councilwoman of the Galactic Federation walked sedately into the building as if she ran the place.
This was because she did.
[GalFed Wildlife Preserve Crit effect revealed- the GalFed has access to the Supreme Grand Councilwoman and her personal fleet!]
A minor functionary, normally far too insignificant for such an important state visit but in this case all they had, stood nervously in place, ears twitching as she attempted to put on a brave face for the leader of the free galaxy. "Your e-excellency, ma'am."
"Are you the ranking officer?" The Councilwoman asked.
"A-as close as could be found, your excellency. Our commander was lost during Dr. Jookiba's escape attempt, and our, er… vice-commander followed after him in a brave, but… very stupid rescue mission."
"I'm aware." the Supreme Councilwoman sighed. "I read the report. Those three… I thought I'd heard the last of this planet. What is your emergency?"
"...Ma'am?"
"You utilized a secure distress signal to call the nearest Galactic Fleet to your aid. Such expediency is reserved for only the most urgent of concerns." The Councilwoman's gaze locked sharply onto the poor official. "It was you who filed the report, yes?"
"I-I filed a request for aid through the usual channels, your Excellency, but I-I would never-"
"I would hope you are not implying that this installation flagged down the flagship of the entire Federation with no significant threat." the Councilwoman interrupted in cold tones. "That would represent such an incredible breach of operational protocol that I would be forced to-"
"Your Excellency!" an officer panted, bursting into the lobby and gasping desperately for breath. "Thank the stars you're here."
"What?" The Councilwoman asked, turning in mild confusion.
"An entire fleet just came out of cloaking on the edge of the inner planets! Their trajectory has them aimed directly at us!"
"Who are they?!" the Councilwoman demanded.
"Initial identification tags them as Kat Nebulans!"
"Those scavenging thugs? They must not have been expecting us. Scramble the fighters!" the Councilwoman demanded immediately. "Get the flagship into an intercept vector. Commander Nova, report."
"Heard it all, ma'am." a voice replied over communications.
"Good. The fleet is yours. Take all necessary steps." The Councilwoman took a moment to look down at the still-stunned functionary. "Excellent work, miss. You made the right choice in calling us. You'll be commended for this."
---
Kat Fleet Martial Check: Establish space superiority!
65+56+34-30 (Expecting Token Resistance)-25 (GalFed entrenched)-5 (Kat Nebulans)=95
GalFed Martial Contest:
77+28+45+25 (Galactic Relief Fleet)+20 (Councilwoman's guard present)=195
GalFed Critical Success!
This was supposed to be an easy mission. Their agent on the ground had noted the presence of several enhanced individuals on the planet, though nothing that would present a threat to a fully armed armada. When he had sent the signal to start landing, the Squad Kaptain had expected this to be an easy mission.
The crew wasn't exactly enthusiastic about the thought of exerting effort, but some assurances that the primitives on the ground produced some of the most delicious treats in existence did a lot to improve morale. How poorly could this mission go? The primates had nothing in the way of orbital defenses, no laser batteries, no planetary shields, even the outpost on their moon was bafflingly primitive!
Even if there were standout groups that could prove difficult, the denizens were too fractious to form a united front! This was going to be like zapping space fish in a standard containment unit! The GalFed maintained a token protectorate, but they were far too busy to actually come to help before the Kats could plunder the place bare.
When the fleet dropped out of sunlight near the gravity well of the seventh planet, the Squad Kaptain immediately knew something was wrong. Dozens- no, hundreds of FTL signatures winked into existence on his computer screen, most of them several light-minutes away, with a worryingly large number even closer.
"Miao miao mrow miao miao!" he hissed out an order to jump into action. This level of resistance was worrying enough to overcome his natural instincts and order his troops to go all out. Unfortunately for him, it appeared as if the damnable Galactic Federation was expecting them. Or if not them, then someone. They had planned to roll over a token resistance from a scientific installation and a few barely commissioned junkers. That was a Federation flagship out there!
Did… did he just jump into something far above his paygrade?! Was there a galactic official on the planet?!
Someone's head was going to roll for this.
The skirmish in the stars was disappointingly short. Surrounded on all sides, outnumbered and outgunned, it only took a few ships to be destroyed before the Kommander sent out a message of surrender. The prospect of giving in to the slovenly Federation sickened him to his core, but it was far better than getting slaughtered for very little gain. At least it's them and not the Birds, he thought as his ship was caught in a tractor beam. Soon he would have to give his surrender to whatever arrogant commander the GalFed had arrived with.
There was just one thing he had to do first.
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"Their morale is breaking, we have them! The fleet is scattering like flurgles in a causeway!"
A cheer went up across the Federation flagship. Those Kats who couldn't get away were turning their ships belly up in the traditional submission posture.
"Do we pursue, captain?"
Commander Nova considered the battlefield. "Did any of them manage to land on planet?"
"Negative, not a single ship made landfall. The most the natives will be seeing is an oddly timed meteor shower."
"Then we pursue. Things on Earth will be fine until we get back."
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Meanwhile on Earth, things were not fine. Candace Flynn's terrible day continued to worsen. Phineas and Ferb had finally broken with their age-old tradition of never redoing the same project in the face of overwhelming force… and unfortunately, that had amounted to very little.
Phineas and Ferb Martial Check: Stop the Cats!
35+4+6+10 (water)=55
Kat Army martial contest:
11+36+35+20+5=107
Kat Army Massive Success!
Instead of the laser cannon or plasma rifle she had asked for, her brothers had seen fit to provide her with the very best anti-cat weapon known to man- a squirt gun! While she had to admit the horrible beasts shied away from the thing, it just wasn't that effective.
Her brothers were inside that weird 'Beak' suit that had seen a brief stint as a superhero a couple summers ago, the one her mother had seen fit to ignore despite having its picture in the newspaper and everything. Sure, it was pretty durable, and the rocket thrusters made it fast, but her brothers' utter refusal to use the included lasers on the cats was coming back to bite them. They might have helped to fell a few cars or trees tossed in their direction, but low-powered stun blasters weren't that effective at actually fighting back against superpowers.
"We're out of our element." Ferb pointed out as he calmly used the Beak's left foot to slam a water balloon into an approaching feline's face, buying him a few seconds to back away.
"I just want to find Kat." Phineas replied. "I can't believe he'd actually do something like this!"
The feckless felines seemed to be playing with them. Candace was certain they could've been obliterated in an instant with those laser eyes- the things could melt entire cars in a few seconds, so they should've been toast! Fortunately they didn't seem interested in going for the kill, even if they were a little too gleeful about disabling their weapons. Ferb's stash of
"Phineas! Ferb! Now do you believe me?! Look over there!"
She pointed across the street to where the perpetrator of the entire incident was grinning between two other rather nervous-looking felines. The nefarious little hairless rat was licking its lilac paw as if nothing had happened. Something Candace didn't even want to consider was on the pavement in front of it, just beside the blustering cat-lover that had worked for Supreme Dictator Doofenshmirtz.
The man looked utterly crushed for some reason. Candace didn't want to think about it- she wanted the Supreme Dictator to be crushed just like anyone else, but watching one of his underlings get incinerated was taking things too far.
"Hey! Kat!" she shouted against her better judgement, even as the terrible beast's eyes started to glow a sinister red. Candace punctuated this statement with a stream of water to Kat's back.
"Miao?" Kat questioned, turning to her with the hatred only a recently soaked cat could muster plastered across his face.
"Yeah, that's right! Remember me? I'm the one who knew this was coming for weeks! Months! And no matter how much I told my mom she refused to do anything about it." Candace pumped her squirt gun in what she hoped was a dramatic manner. "So now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands!"
The rational part of her brain, which she had long since trained herself to ignore, was telling her this was a very bad idea. She had no training, she had no weapons, and the squirt gun didn't seem to do anything other than make them angry. That little voice of reason was drowned out by the incomprehensibly large urge to bust someone for something, so Candace soldiered on.
The helmet to the Beak suit flipped up. "Kat?" Phineas questioned, sounding like he was heartbroken. Candace winced slightly. Busting her brothers was one thing, seeing them in emotional anguish was something she really couldn't stand.
Phineas' anguish quickly turned into anger. "Kat! What the heck is this?! You're evil? He's evil?" he questioned, turning to Candace as if for confirmation. "We trusted you! And this is how you betray us? We took you inside our home and everything! What about that super cat scratching post we made for you last month, huh?"
"Phineas. I, uh, don't think he's willing to listen-"
"No! I refuse to just accept this! Who even does something like this?! After we took him in off the street and everything! All that time he was just playing us for fools! Sneaking off to who knows where every day- I thought, 'he's a housecat, they don't get out much!' But apparently they do! They get out to build super death lasers and evil super cat serum so they can take over the city! Don't you see the problem here?!
Phineas turned to look at Kat, who was trying to pretend he wasn't being spoken to in the tradition of chastised housecats everywhere. "Now I'm questioning how you even came to our house! Was this all a trick from the beginning?! Did you…" Phineas choked back what almost seemed like a sob. "...did you do something to Perry?"
"Miao?"
Kat had no idea who Perry was; the confusion on his face was genuine enough for them to see.
Honestly, Kat didn't want to hurt them. The boys had always treated him well, pampered him as the superior lifeform he obviously was, and provided him with plenty of the mysterious human delicacies called 'Fishy Frisky Bits'. He was, for once, conflicted about carrying out his mission to the fullest and eliminating Phineas or Ferb.
So he pulled out his new gatling gun and aimed it at Candace instead.
"OH COME ON!" She bellowed. "Why does this always happen to m-"
Candace was cut off as a blue blur tackled her to the ground, narrowly keeping her from being riddled with bullets.
Candace looked up to see that evil scientist's employee- 'Hugo' or something- taking the brunt of the attack on his thankfully super-resilient back. It still looked like it hurt though. A moment later the man had picked up both Candace and her brothers and was sprinting away as quickly as he could manage over the uneven, rubble-strewn ground.
Kat threw the weapon to the ground in exasperation. The idiot still wasn't staying down? He had more important things to worry about, like establishing a beachhead, taking out the last lines of defense, and looting the local pet stores for all they were worth. He'd leave this fool to flounder around on his own- it wasn't as if he could actually do anything to stop him.
"Hey! Get back here!" Phineas yelled as Kat and his troops started to move out. He tried to wriggle out of the man's super-strong grasp to no avail. "Let me go! I need to-"
Phineas was cut off by another explosion, but Hego got the gist.
He didn't stop.
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A/N: Next time; a return to the quest team as they clean up other people's messes and Kat notices his fleet ran into some technical difficulties.
The technical difficulties of being annihilated.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh we might get through this without P&F piecing it together.
And the Nemesis-Inator hasn't broken the masquerade yet.
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