Disclaimer: Anyone who tries to sue me for writing a fanfiction on a fanfiction site is an arse. I don't own any of the characters or Neil Patrick Harris, but that's besides the point.
Oh, also: this fic is sort of funny, but most of it is just the characters being overly dramatic and things. Sorry if you don't like the way I portray them.
Now, enjoy!
"Look, Doc, all I'm saying is that making clones of yourself is not a very good idea!" Moist said, holding Doctor Horrible's now-damp blueprints for a cloning machine.
"And all I'm saying is: three times the Horrible, three times the chances of winning Penny's heart, right?" Doctor Horrible said, crouching down to work on his latest invention.
"I... guess," Moist agreed hesitantly. "But have you ever thought-"
"No time for thinking, Moist! The invention is complete!" Doctor Horrible announced, standing up and spreading his arms.
The invention wasn't anything impressive, but it was... something.
"That's...something," said Moist. Doctor Horrible grinned, too pleased with his creation to notice Moist wasn't as enthusiastic as he would like. He stepped inside the machine and pressed a button, causing a cloud of swirling, purple smoke to engulf him. When he next emerged, he was no longer wearing his lab coat and his hair was darker. "Doctor?" Moist asked. The man in front of him looked slightly confused.
"Oh!" he said, realizing Moist was talking to him. "No, my name is Billy." Then, the second clone came out. It looked just like Doctor Horrible when he had walked into the machine, but his ecstatic grin looked slightly larger.
"It worked, Moist!" he exclaimed. Moist nodded, uneasily.
"I see that. But where's the--" Moist's unfinished question was answered by a naked Doctor Horrible stepping out of the time machine.
"Why are you naked, other self?!" Doctor Horrible asked. The naked man pressed one finger to the other's lips.
"Please," he said in a seductive voice. "Call me Horrible," the naked man inched closer to Doctor Horrible, causing the Doctor to back away to the other side of the room. Moist picked up his bag and began to walk out of he apartment.
"Where are you going?" Doctor Horrible asked.
"Home," Moist said angrily. "I've got a bad feeling about all of this and, frankly, Naked Horrible creeps me out," he then walked out of the door, leaving the three Horribles alone.