A/N: Written for minkhollow on Livejournal who kindly offered the following prompt for a comment!fic: "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, Penny, happy ending". And to whom my answer was: "Oh I have to! So many damn plots possible... urgh! Do I really have to choose just one?" along with the following fic. (very proud for finally writting SOMETHING after so long! [though it is short.])


Penny's grin slowly faded as she walked down the street, away from the homeless shelter. Susan had kindly offered her a ride home but she refused; afterall, she only lived a few blocks away - and it wasn't too dark...

In any case, she didn't want to be a bother.

Penny ducked her glance away from a baggie pedestrian, scolding herself for lack of trust.

So he wore baggie pants... and walked with a limp... doesn't mean he was a bad guy...

She turned the corner, ignorant of the stranger who soon followed her lead, her thoughts drifted to the coming week's work, to the hopeful petition. She smiled, thinking of if of when it would all come together. They'd get a huge list of people - pages upon pages! - and the mayor would be overwhelmed by the voice of the people - the people who would finally come together, finally realize those in need of help are right there, they would finally! -

*tnick*

Penny spun around, her heart beating as loundly as that strange sound, her eyes wide and fearful, searching the dark street for signs of life.

Nothing.

A few seconds passed and, finding her voice unwilling to ask who was there, she simply quickened her pace. Penny didn't look back around and once she was safely in her appartment she sunk to the floor, leaning against the door, and took a few shaky breaths as she hummed an old song to herself.

/

"Balls."

Billy slammed the door to his house, and Moist, who was quietly watching TV, lethargically turned to the door.

"Balls, balls, balls! Gah!" He kicked the door he had closed, after making a quick circle around the room.

"Went well huh?" Moist asked.

Billy sighed, putting his weigh on the door. "No..."

Moist gave him a sympathetic grin and shrugged, "better luck next time then."