User blog:FossilsDaDaDa/Fossy's 100 Picture Challenge

Inspired by Nan, I have desided to take the 100 picture challenge! (For details, ask Nan.)

I'm drawing them out of order, but when this blog is finished, it'll all be in order on the page.

Without further ado:



Yes, that person is yours truly.



"You remind me so much of him, Phineas. It's scary. He would have been so proud of you if he saw that rollercoaster you built."



"...Sissy? Where's Daddy?"



When Phineas returned, Jessie was no longer trying to balance the sidewalk chalk on her nose Instead, she was instead stuffing her face with it as if was a gormat dinner and she hadn't eaten in a week.

"Jessie...what do you think those are?"

"....Food."

"It's not."

There was a pause, then Jessie continued munching, completely unpshased that she was eating drawing material.

"Jessie, don't eat those." Phineas said in a deadpan voice.

"''Buthver Goothf!" she protested, spraying chewed chalk in his face.''

Phineas took that as Mouth-Full-ese for "But they're good!"



''But the most terrifying thing about the man that stood before them was not the lethal weapon in his hand nor his venomous, inhuman voice. It was his one visible eye. It was steely gray, the color of the ocean during a tepmpest, and was so terribly cold it gave Phineas a chill just looking at it. It was the eye of a killer.''



Run, kitty, run!



"She was more of a monster than you realize, Phineas. She didn't just abandon me after birth or treat Jessie like a useless bondservant. She..."

"What?"

"I can't..."

"Ferb, tell me!"

"You don't want...or need...to know."

More coming soon!