Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long-Blog or any of its characters. All rights go to Joss Whedon and his gifted cast and crew.
Author's Note: Shortest chapter by far, but actually, my favorite XD Also, I have a kinda-plot going on, but this fic is mostly character-based and it's just going everywhere. Expect the homeless shelter to reappear sometime later though!
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"Doc?"
Billy hesitated before turning back around to face Moist. Despite the henchman's comical appearance with the huge gloves that Billy had chemically engineered for him to help his moisture problems, Moist's concern cut through any humor.
Not that Billy felt very funny at the moment.
"Doc, you okay?"
No, he wanted to scream. She keeps coming, his sanity wept, she's killing me!
But instead, he shook his head and flashed his old friend the infamous Horrible smirk, "Yeah, never been better."
Billy didn't know if he was lying.
TBC