Back with another chapter, thanks for the review spartathreehundred. Trust me though, I'm not a huge fan of Penny revival fics either but technically, if she never died she can't come back right? XD Well anyways, I actually got this idea while watching the Guild, hence Sid becoming a character. I wanted Billy to still be Billy somehow and the homeless thing popped into my head so I was like "I have to do this!" and I did! Glad you like the writing! Hope to see another one of your reviews soon!


Okay...I need to breathe. I am steps away from 's factory, it's located on the far side of town. The building almost looms over me as I look at it. A massive cloud of smoke blacks out the sky around it, making it look all the more eerie. Maybe cousin Sid was right, I should just go get a job at the local grocery store or something. I was maybe ten seconds away from listening to her too when two of the guards from the factory dragged me in.

They took me to a waiting room, oddly enough, then inside of the factory was pristine. It was the farthest thing from the stories I'd heard but then again, I haven't seen the manufacturing area yet. Looking around, there were bunches of motivatonal posters mixed in with ones about benefits you can negotiate into your contract. One of the guards addressed me quickly, his voice was powerful, it sort of shocked me but I can't say why exactly.

"What are you doing here? In this factory we have a zero tollerance rule for visitors, unless you are here to apply for a job I would suggest you leave now or face termination." One guard scolded me. I couldn't figure out why I was so scared by the guard until I saw his eyes. They were red!

As I looked at them more I realized that they weren't normal guards! They were freaking robots Dr. Horrible had built to guard his facilties! I was shocked to say the least but more confused than anything...or maybe happy?

I mean...Billy could have chosen to make his whole factory robot-run but instead he forces the homeless off the street to do the work...not terrible I guess. It could be so much worse so I guess I can't really complain much now can I? So I sat there quietly and nodded, saying that I was here to apply for a job and the robots led me to a smaller room with a few other people sat. Most of them were dressed really strangely while others were just plain creepy. They all wore nametags and none of them were actual names...just stupid villain alliases. When I made a nametag for myself I froze. I wasn't really sure if I should use my real name seeing all the outragious names around me.

I looked around one more time, feeling my nerve slipping. I tried to remember that I was there for Billy, that I needed to see him but when I finally took a deep breath and tried to write my name I nearly gagged and ended up running for the nearest restroom.

So I guess that didn't go over very well...I basically went home and cried in the bathroom for half an hour while Sid tried to calm me down.

Note to self: Never ask Sid to calm you down. She basically ended up crying with me and she went into a minor panic attack, which, of course, made me feel worse. Yeah...this is going great...

So I guess the moral of the story is to never try to apply for a job with a supervillain. My biggest problem though is that I can't stop feeling guilty and I don't get why.

So I talked to Sid about my problem...still not much help. She's really good at avoiding contact with the outside world so it's been a little difficult. I mean, I sleep on her couch as it is and she will lock herself in her room for over half the day and most of the night playing her dumb game. Whenever I tell her to cut it out she tells me that her guild needs her, which makes me wonder how important I really am in her world...I mean, we had been practically twins until my parents died in the boating accident.

So one morning I finally just asked her why this game was so important and she tells me this.

"Well...I'm cool online..."

I was seconds away from hitting her until I remembered when I was six and I was staying at her house, she had to practice violin for like...four hours a day. She is only a year older than me too so it's not like this was easy for her but she was a child prodigy so she didn't have much of a choice. When I started complaining to my aunt about it she told me that sometimes you have to either make your own fun or join in. So I started playing violin too and it turns out I was pretty good at it too, not as good as her but I think I understood why my aunt said what she did.

Maybe if you can't beat them...join them?


Yeah, I still have no idea where I'm going with this...kinda. R&R please! Thanks for reading!