A PhD in Tinyedness
A Dr. Horrible FanFiction
Rated K, Featuring Dr. Horrible and Moist. ~350 words.
"Over here, Moist," said the Doctor, gesturing with his remote control. Moist moved to the spot on the floor.
"Here?" he asked.
"No, a little to the right."
The Doctor moved to the back of the large machine and snapped in the remote control. He looked up to his dripping friend, and, seeing that he was in the right place, said, "I'm going to use this shrink beam on you – you just stand there, and don't move."
"Wait…" said Moist hesitantly. "Are you going to be able to un-shrink me after?"
The Doctor ignored his question and pulled his goggles down over his eyes. He punched in a couple more actions and smiled. "You'll be fine. There we go, three… two… one."
The Doctor pressed the large blue button at the side of the control panel. Moist winced, and kept his eyes shut. There was a flash of blue light, and then, slowly, Moist reopened his eyes. He looked himself over, looked over his surroundings, and other than a new burst of perspiration breaking out across his skin, nothing had changed.
But where was the Doctor? He was no longer standing behind the machine, as he had been a second before. Moist took a step forward and heard a tiny scream.
"Don't move, Moist!" came the high-pitched voice. "Down here!"
Moist moved his attention to the floor and saw a six-inch tall Doctor looking up at him with a horrible scowl on his face.
"Heh," laughed Moist. "Hey doc, looks like you've got your PhD in tineyedness!"
"Shut up and get the remote from the machine!"
"Woah," said Moist, carefully stepping around the miniature man. "Look who's got a short temper today."
He pressed the eject button on the machine and the remote popped out. Moist grabbed it, but due to his damp hands, it slipped through his fingers like a new bar of soap. The device fell to the ground, cracking in half. The two pieces were held together by just one or two wires.
The Doctor shot Moist a dirty look. This was a horrible situation.