A Series of Horrible Events

by GirlX2

Dr. Horrible tries to make classic Mad Scientist devices and show them off on his blog. Takes place before and during the Sing-Along Blog. A series of Oneshots. Bit of a sequel to "Stick to Ray Guns."

1. Chapter 1

A Series of Horrible Events, by GirlX2

Part One: The Giganta-Ray

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"After my success…" Dr. Horrible coughed meaningfully "with the Horrible Shrink Gas (patent pending), I thought it'd be nice to show off the antido…err, the counterpart in my two-part scheme of evil. I might be using it soon to hold the city at my mercy. I'm not going to say where or when, though, for security reasons."

His head still hurt from that damned car.

He held up a ray gun about the size of a Nerf dart shooter. "Behold: Dr. Horrible's 'Giganta-ray.' And yes, I already know, the gun itself isn't gigantic, so don't send any sarcastic e-mails pointing that out. This gun makes things gigantic. I've got a huge rat running around here…somewhere. Whatever, I'll just demonstrate it for you."

He pointed it, his mental fingers crossed. But the other tests had gone fine; there was no need to worry. The gun had brought him back to normal size after he'd accidentally shrunk himself, and the rats had all fared well. It'd be fine.

A blue ray hit him squarely in the chest, producing a ticklish feeling. "If my calculations are correct, this will make me a foot taller." 'Which is big enough to beat up Captain Hammer.' He added silently.

A bolt of pain replaced the tickling sensation. The doctor gasped and fell off his chair. What was happing?

"Seems to be…a problem." He grunted. "AFK guys, hang on." He crawled away from the computer. Everything hurt. By sheer force of will, he managed to pull himself into the enormous armchair in his living room.

'I calculated it right, everything gets scaled up. I shifted all the levers!' He looked at the gun's barrel.

One lever remained unmoved.

"Oh…crap."

The pain slowly faded, but he didn't dare get up to finish his Blog. He'd grown a foot, alright—just in height, not mass.

Effectively, he'd been stretched to the breaking point. He looked like the world's tallest, skinniest scarecrow. His skeletal structure was now too thin to support his unchanged weight. The smallest movement would break his brittle bones.

'I've gotta start doing this when Moist is around.' He would have sighed, but feared cracking his ribs.

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What classic mad-scientist device do you want to see Horrible-fied? Let me know in the reviews!