A/N: Hey, everyone! Welcome to that massacre fic I mentioned in my Author's Note of "Evil Phineas Trilogy: Book 1: Dark Rising"! I would like to thank everyone who has supported me in my decision to post this fic despite the serious subject and I hope this is well-written enough to help everyone overlook the dark subject matter and consider the morality I intend to offer from this story. So, I hope you all ENJOY! Hopefully none of the material isn't offensive.

This story is dedicated to the victims of senseless gun violence and their families. A special part of this dedication goes to the victims of the shooting at the Aurora theater and their families. May all of those innocent people, whose lives were tragically cut short by a crazed, troubled soul, rest in peace.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Phineas and Ferb"! All rights of ownership go to Dan Povenmire, Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, and the talented team at Disney.


"It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone." -Rose Kennedy


No POV

The scene at the Mid-Summer's Festival, joyous and upbeat just nearly an hour ago, now resembled that of a war zone. SWAT units escorted a line of civilians out of the festival and checked them to see if they have any concealed firearms. People of all ages who were coming out from the festival rushed into the crowd of onlooking pedestrians and into the arms of their relatives. Police officers and SWAT units positioned themselves at all entrances and exits of the festival, their guns ready as two helicopters flew above them, one chopper belonging to the local police, the other belonging to a news station.

Another line of civilians came out of the festival, their arms up as officers searched them for any hidden weapons. When everyone was cleared, the civilians ran towards the crowd of onlookers, tears cascading down from the eyes of some, looks of relief on the faces of others.

Panting as he ran, Phineas instantly recognized Linda and Lawrence in the sea of rejoicing families and worried onlookers and practically collided with Linda as they hugged. Lawrence joined in on the hug too, both parents sobbing with enormous relief and happiness as they held her son.

"Phineas, I'm SO glad you're okay!" Linda sobbed. She then let go of her son and looked at him from head to toe. "You're not hurt, are you?" Phineas shook his head. "Oh, thank God you're okay!"

"Are Ferb and Candace still in there?" asked Lawrence.

"I-I don't k-know," Phineas replied, panting fearfully. "I-I lost F-Ferb as we r-ran, and Ca-Candace...I'm n-not sure..."

"PHINEAS!"

Phineas, Linda, and Lawrence turned around to see Vivian Garcia-Shapiro moved her way through the crowd towards them. Tears were falling from her eyes.

"D-Did you see Is-Isabella anywhere, Phineas?" Vivian said, trying to prevent herself from crying.

"N-No. S-She w-went to the ba-bathroom b-before it...it-"

Phineas couldn't bring himself to complete the sentence. Linda and Lawrence enveloped him in another hug, while Vivian's jaw dropped open and she stared at the main entrance of the Mid-Summer's Festival with a mixture of fear and hope. Everyone watched as more survivors continued to flow out of the festival. As they came, some had stains of crimson on their shirts, and one person eventually threw up at the graphic sight.

Finally, as yet another line of survivors rushed out of the festival, Phineas recognized one of them.

"ADYSON!" he called. "ADYSON, OVER HERE!" The former Fireside Girl spotted Phineas, Linda, Lawrence, and Vivian and ran to them. That was when they noticed there was a lot of blood on her, someone else's blood. Her green eyes were wide with fear, and her face was extremely pale.

"Do you know what happened to the others?" Phineas asked.

Adyson didn't respond. Her lip was trembling.

"Adyson? Do you know what happened to the others?" asked Phineas again.

Adyson's eyes began to water. Phineas soon feared the worst.

"Who got shot, Adyson? Which of our friends got shot?"

Adyson couldn't bring herself to respond. Phineas snapped, seized Adyson's shirt, and shook her roughly.

"TELL ME, ADYSON! DID ANY OF OUR FRIENDS GET SHOT?" Phineas demanded as Linda and Lawrence pulled him away from Adyson, who was now starting to cry.

Finally, she replied, "I-I saw it a-all! A-All of it!"

Vivian approached Adyson and put a hand on her shoulder. "Adyson?" she asked. "Is Isabella okay?"

Adyson looked up at Vivian, then broke down completely. Vivian's face paled as she realized the truth.

"No...no..." Vivian whispered. She then fell on her knees and screamed with anguish, "ISABELLA! NO, ISABELLA, MI HIJA!"

Phineas felt the world collapse all around him.


A/N: Did you enjoy this prologue? I hope so. We've just touched the surface of the story, and now we're about to delve deeper in following chapters. Hopefully this has enough juice to lift off of the ground. I'd really like to work on something other than "Evil Phineas" for a bit; working on that story alone has become redundant and I just wanna do something new for now.

Hope you enjoyed this prologue if you could! TheCartoonFanatic01 is out. PEACE!