Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I was re-listening to the DR. HORRIBLE soundtrack and this sprung to mind.
Anyway, reviews encourage me to continue. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows, which will be covered in chocolate and fed to the Trekkie Army. Or for those who can't have chocolate, we have caramel. Mm, caramel. Also, I hate those Rangers Apprentice books for stealing my friends' attention. Not that I've ever read them, but still... Elli is now screaming at me. Something about "blasphemy" and "rock'em, sock'em robots". And about this being her house. Anyway, while I go beat her with my old, realistic lightsaber, here is the fic, as promised earlier. I think. Have fun!
Here lies everything
The world I wanted at my feet
My victory's complete So hail to the king
(Everything you ever)
Arise and sing
Hi. My name is Dr. Horrible. Sort of. My real name is Billy, but no one seems to notice me without the whole 'goggles-and-labcoat' ensemble. I can't really remember why I came up with Dr. Horrible. I don't even remember when. I've spent so long being him that I'm used to it. Especially after...
Never mind. You didn't come here to hear some sob story about "lost loves" and "idiot superheroes". You're here to find out what happened after that. After Dr. Horrible became an icon, a symbol of pure evil. A member of the notorious Evil League of Evil. Well trust me, I won't disappoint. Not like... No. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. ...Oh, god damn it...
So your world's benign
So you think justice has a voice and we all have a choice
Well now your world is mine
(Everything you ever)
And I am fine…
Ahem. So, anyway. Welcome to my life. I spend hours thinking up evil plans, even skipping meals at times. I hire henchmen, converse with other villains... There's one clown who goes by "the Joker" or some crap who I've stopped inviting. Seriously, the guy has the worst manners! Everyone knows that you don't bring knives into other people's evil lairs. Or constantly giggle at the most inappropriate moments. Seriously, who giggles anymore?! Ahem. No offense to him, though.
Not that I'm scared of him, or anything. Dr. Horrible isn't afraid of anyone! I've got a Ph.D in horrible-ness, for cripes' sake! But anyway, the reason I called you here was to give you a glimpse into my life. Since the whole "blog" (which can now be accessed through the link below) era, a lot of people have contacted me about continuing it. Instead, I decided to just write this mini-novel, describing my awesome supervillian girlfriend, my nemesis, and pretty much my entire life.
Now the nightmare's real
Now Dr. Horrible is here
To make you quake with fear
To make the whole world kneel
(Everything you ever)
And I wont feel…a thing...
And I don't feel a thing.