Art and Phelan Flynn by Goth Meddleshmirtz
WARNING: POTENTIAL POSSIBLE SPOILER
For a second, Phineas felt nothing. For that one, horrible moment, he could not even think or breathe. Then the feeling came back to his body, but it felt different, as if he had become much lighter. He opened his eyes–and saw himself, lying motionless next to him. He examined himself, and found that he was semi-transparent. He was a phantom–he was dead.
“Phineas…” a very familiar voice said.
Phineas rolled over, and gazed up at a tall figure that he had not seen in a long time. He slowly stood, dazed.
“D-Dad?” he stammered.
“Hello, son,” Phelan greeted warmly.
“Is-is this the end then?” Phineas asked. “Am I forever separated from my friends? And Ferb?? I love you so much Dad, but does it really have to be this way?”
“Nay,” said Phelan. “You won’t be gone for long.”