"...a thing." I state, starting back at my webcam. Nothing else.
A thing.
Talking is a thing. Killing is a thing. Penny was a thing.
Penny.
...
Should I feel anything? Grief? Sorrow, pain, anguish? Guilt even?
She gone, no point in that anyway.
True villains don't love. Never missing her hypnotizing laugh when you spill your frozen yogurt on yourself. Don't seek her glowing emerald eyes light up as she tells you about the plans for the new building for the homeless down to the last detail. They definitely wouldn't desire her flowing voice that would make feel like a fool for even thinking she would go for a guy like you.
I should be focused on my next plan, not staring down a inanimate object with bleak, downhearted blue eyes. I should be donning my new getup with pride, not wearing a old stale hoodie and sweatpants that I haven't washed in weeks. I should be by Bad Horse's side, conjuring up new ways to wrecking this tarnished world, instead of sitting in solitude in my lab, with nothing but the low hum of my computer breaking the silence of the room.
But really whats the point? I did it and got everything I've ever wanted.
Not Billy.
Dr. Horrible.
Dr. Horrible got all the wealth he could ever dream of. The fear of millions of the stupid, incompetent people in this city. The power and respect of being a recognizable member the Evil League of Evil. Dr. Horrible got the control, leaving his former shell of Billy to behind to go to be the preeminent malefactor he was meant to be.
But in reality, Billy never gets to leave this nightmare. I get experience life like it'll never move on. As it should not, this is what I wanted after all.
Thats the plan, rule the world, yo-...
you...
you and me
...
But since you're gone, there's no plan.
Billy's world is gone. Dr. Horrible's just beginning.
Needed to get this one-shot off my back, hope you like it!