I woke up the next morning to a loud knocking outside my front door. I scowled and sat up. There was only one word to describe me in the mornings; unpleasant.

I shuffled down the stairs, the frantic knocking continuing.

"I heard you the first fifty times, calm the hell down!" I finally reached the door and found myself facing a group of reporters from different news stations, bombarding me with questions, their microphones in my face.

"Miss Karol, were your actions at the bank an avenging of Captain Hammer?" a woman asked.

"How does it feel to be the only one who has stood up to Dr. Horrible since Captain Hammer's defeat?" a man added.

I slammed the door shut and locked it. "What the hell?..." I ran over to my TV and turned it on.

"Our top story today; a new hero in L.A? Krystal Karol, age nineteen, was reported attempting to stop Dr. Horrible during a bank robbery. Although she-"

I switched the channels. Every single channel (including the kid's programs) was talking about me.

Me!

I dropped the remote.

"O-Oh my god...I'm becoming famous?! A hero?! I-I didn't even stop him! I just distracted him for maybe fifteen seconds!"

My phone started going crazy. I answered it and realized it was more reporters. I unplugged the phone.

I peeked out through the turquoise curtains. Reporters swarmed my house. News vans were parked in the street, slightly blocking the traffic.

"Well...I wasn't planning on leaving the house anyway..."

I closed the curtains and headed back upstairs. The reporters started knocking on the front door again. I blocked the noise out by playing my 'Nightwish: Century Child' CD.

I flopped on my bed and shoved my face into my blue pillow. All I did was hit him with a sign...it didn't even give him a concussion...and yet, I'm getting praise for it?

"That was amazing! You're so brave!...but still, you stood up to him! I would never do that, especially with Death Ray in his hands!"

I remembered those words the man from the bank said.

"It's because I stood up to him?..."

My cellphone rang, playing the memorable Beetlejuice ringtone. I groaned. "Great, now they know my cell number..." I answered the phone. "if you wanna interview me, you're gonna have to tell your reporters to get off my yard!"

"Uhh...reporters?"

I face-palmed. "Sorry, Maurissa, I thought you were a-"

"News broadcaster?"

"I'm guessing you know about my attempt to stop Dr. Horrible too?"

"Krys, the whole world knows! You're all over the Internet, the news, newspapers, everything!"

I sighed softly. "Great, just great."

"What's wrong? You should be excited!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Maurissa, everyone's acting like I'm a hero. I'm not hero material; I'm an nineteen year old girl who kicked boys in the nuts in elementary school, who has a poor driving record and...wait a sec, aren't you pissed at me?"

"Why would I be?"

"I thought you were one of Dr. Horrible's biggest fans."

Maurissa used to be a Captain Hammer fan, but when he was defeated, she became a Dr. Horrible fan instead. I remember when I first moved to L.A, how she talked about him immensely.

"Nu-uh, I'm a fan of you now!"

"Please tell me you're not gonna wear my face on t-shirts..."

"Not if you don't want me to."

"Okay, good. I don't want a chick having my face on her boobs..." I rubbed my face. "what am I gonna do? I'm stuck here and I'm so bored..."

"Do you want me to pick you up? We can go do something."

"Thanks, but I'd rather stay home."

"Well...you could look up blogs."

Looking up blogs was quite a hobby of mine. Usually there was quite an interesting, controversial topic I would come across, which would lead me to look up more and more blogs. But it wasn't just blogs; urban legends, conspiracies...anything with debate.

Maurissa's idea did sound like a good way to pass the time.

"Yeah, I might do that." I told her, grabbing my laptop and starting it up.

"Okay, cool. I gotta go; call me later, okay?"

"Will do."

"Talk to ya soon, hero!"

I hung up the phone. I'm NOT a hero... I clicked on the Firefox icon and thought for a minute. The first thing that came to mind was Dr. Horrible. I typed in 'Dr. Horrible' and clicked the search button.

I clicked on the link that came up first and it brought me to a blog sight. The first few video blogs all showed Dr. Horrible...then I realized I was on his account.

"I can find out a lot about him." I said to myself. And it appears his blogs take place before Captain Hammer's defeat... I thought, looking at the dates the videos were uploaded.

I watched the first few entries. They mostly showed Dr. Horrible talking about destroying the status quo, joining the Evil League of Evil, some chick and his hatred for Captain Hammer.

I took no interest until the next video, which was on a later date. Dr. Horrible started off by laughing and saying how he needed a memorable laugh if he was going to join the Evil League of Evil. He began to read off some emails. The first one he read was asking about the gold bars he was planning to steal with his Transmatter Ray. Dr. Horrible held up a plastic bag filled with what appeared to be baby vomit.

"The molecules tend to shift during the transmatter, uh, event..." Dr. Horrible explained, poking the bag.

"Oh, so they WERE gold bars..." That explains why he can't just use his Transmatter Ray in all of his bank heists.

He read another email from someone named Johnny Snow, who claimed to be Dr. Horrible's nemisis.

"Okay, dude, you're not my nemisis," Dr. Horrible said. "my nemisis...is Captain Hammer. Captain Hammer, corporate tool. Dislocated my shoulder...again, last week. Look, I'm just trying to change the world, okay? I don't have time for a grudge match with every poser in a parka. Besides, there's kids in that park. So..."

I quirked a brow. "I thought Dr. Horrible didn't care about kids..." Maybe some of the rumors I've heard about him aren't true at all...either that or he's changed a lot...

Dr. Horrible shrugged at the camera and read another email. "Here's one from 'DeadNotSleeping': 'Long time watcher, first time writing'...blah, blah, blah, blah...'you always say in your blog that you will show her the way. Show her you are a true villain. Who is 'her' and...does she even know that you're'..."

Dr. Horrible lowered the paper, and looked at the camera. Instead of answering, he broke out in song. A song about laundry, loving hair and his Freeze Ray.

Dr. Horrible stopped singing suddenly, holding his Freeze Ray and turning his attention to the sound of a door opening.

"Hey, doc." I heard Moist say in the background.

Then the blog ended.

I blinked. "Okaaay..." I closed my laptop and thought about what I just saw. "he was in love with a woman...and he wanted to destroy the status quo..."

I sat the laptop aside. As much as I wanted to watch more videos, my stomach was demanding me to go make some food instead. "I'll watch more later." I got up and strolled downstairs to make a sandwich.

A/N: Hello, my friends~! Just a quick note: Maurissa is actually one of the actresses from the movie 'Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog', who plays Groupie #1. Since they never mention the groupies names in the movie, I decided to just call her by her actress name.