Doofenshmirtz Novels & Stories

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

Unconscious people do not fart right? Okay, do not answer that. "Z-it is gertod" a masculine voice said, directing my gaze to his tall figure "a herb that would help you keep it in." I frowned. Looking closely at the man who had struck my head with the butt of his gun. He looked pale but heathy, his grey beard neatly shaven, his grey-blue eyes held a warmth that i had not seen before as i watched him walk over to a small slab by the other end of the small cabin that i would call the kitchen, while supporting his leg with his walking stick.

Then Black charcoal says “Its up to you, Orange Fire to chose the remaining monsters for the five spots that still need filling.” Slowly Orange Fire walks to the front, and stands beside Black Charcoal. “Thank you.” He says, “Okay I would like to take Pinky.” Who is a shiny Pink monster that is quite new? “Pixar.” is a very well trained monster. “Lannister.” is a blood red monster that had recently been killed and come back because they used the wrong weapon. “Fries.” A monster who sort of looks like a French fry steps forward too meet the other monsters “and clips.” Clips is a new monster and is one of the largest monster I have, he also has massive claws. So he will do well in this operati

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

Dawn was in the middle of pouring the sparkly drink into the cup when the dramatic bar owner cooed at the cute sight. “Oh, dear! Don’t let me interrupt you love birds! Sorry for being late.” Dawn’s friend was very different from the other humans Aqua had seen today. She knew that humans were very diverse, but Jericho was the most confusing one she’s met. He was full of contradictions, like one side of his head without hair and the other long that he tied up behind. He seemed to like this type of contradiction as one sleeve of his shirt was gone while the other was long. His pants were ripped, and everything about Jericho screamed ‘colourful’. In contrast, Dawn was like the night to the rainb