Disclaimers: I do not own Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog,characters or events in this story all rights belong to Joss Whedon.
He used to wear white. Back in the days when he was just Dr. Horrible , a mastermind that was under appreciated and unloved, scrimping and scraping around in his basement to come up with something, anything to show the world he was worth some attention. He didn't plan on being evil it just...happened and by the time he realised it,it was much too late to turn back so he embraced it. He was Billy 'that weird kid' no longer. The kid that was pushed and prodded and laughed at, no he was Dr. Horrible he had a P.h.D in horribleness and the Evil League is where he belonged.
That is until she came along. Penny. The girl in the laundry mat that he admired from a distance, fumbling over thoughts that he didn't know how to say. His attention was drawn away from the Evil League as he spent every extra hour perfecting a way to get her to notice him. A freeze ray. With it he could spend hours mulling over poetic messages and grand gestures that would render her speechless while not losing a second. However time was not needed as a single signature set off a spark.
He used to wear white. Like the frozen yogurts they would eat twice a week as they shared their dreams and ambitions and together contemplated the fact that reality just wasn't what they expected. When he didn't have to be Dr. Horrible he could just be Billy and he was accepted. When strangers grew into friends and friends grew into something more?...at least he thought so until she started dating his enemy Captain Hammer. She like everyone else in that god forsaken town was swept up in a blur of sweet lies and manufactured disguises, and he swore he would get revenge.
He used to wear white. That is until the accident with his creation. When the future he envisioned was torn from him in a matter of seconds. Before he got everything he ever wanted and lost it all at the same time. Before her blood stained his coat and hands, as his heart shattered in millions of tiny pieces that no amount of time could ever put back together. The last ounce of good in his heart died with her. He no longer wore white,he wore red. To punish himself everyday for her death, to symbolise the blood she gave so he could live his dream. A dream he realised he didn't want to live,much too late. He wore red to remind himself he deserved to feel the pain,he deserved to feel nothing and that's what he did.
He used to wear white. He used to be good.
Author's Note: This was my first attempt at writing fanfiction and posting it online. I hope you enjoyed this short story, and if you could give it a review it would really help me a lot. Thank you! :)