**AUTHOR'S NOTE** Please excuse me for the long absence in between story chapters...I've been out of state for the past week and haven't gotten around to writing the rest till now (yay, procrastination!) so enjoy this next part! **END AUTHOR'S NOTE**
"Moist, do you think I'm losing my edge?"
Moist planted a wettish hand on Dr. Horrible's shoulder. "Doc, I'm going to tell you straight up. You aren't really the type to speak to a woman directly in the face."
"No, not that edge," Dr. Horrible switched back to working on his EA Beam. "I mean, my evil edge. My reputation as an accredited villain."
"Well, I'd say you haven't got as much, you know, media coverage as some of the other guys do, but remember the Trans-matter Ray? It wasn't in the papers and people still knew about it."
"Yeah, but that's the thing. I'm not a Trans-Matter Ray. I'm Dr. Horrible, and I give prescriptions of pain." Dr. Horrible sneered, his fist punching an invisible Captain Hammer. "Sorry, I'm workshopping on catchphrases," he apologized in reaction to seeing Moist's raised eyebrows. "there are others."
"You know what you need, Doc? Fans. Fans that will do anything and everything you say."
"So, minions, basically?"
Moist gestured towards him. "Minions that adore you."
Just as the Doctor was about to ask how they'd be able to ever find anyone like that, there was a knock at the apartment door. Moist and Dr. Horrible quickly exchanged glances and scrambled to close the lab door and make the living room appear as if an evil genius didn't inhabit the place. A Bunsen burner was knocked to the floor, catching the carpet on fire. Dr. Horrible frantically stamped out the flames while Moist cracked open the door.
"Can I help you?" Moist was now perspiring much more than usual. At the door were three people, two girls and a guy, all dressed in similar clothing. Moist noted the differences: one girl was wearing a sky blue top, the other a grape-ish purple one, the man wearing a corn yellow t-shirt. Other than that, their dress was the same: jeans, pairs of welding goggles atop their heads, and, strangely enough, a portrait of the Doc himself right smack dab in the center of their shirts. The short girl in the blue spoke up.
"Oh, sorry. We weren't sure if this was the right apartment. I think we have the wrong one..."
"No, no...wait, I think you have the right one..." Moist's head disappeared for a brief moment, but was back as he opened the door wide to reveal Dr. Horrible. The girls shrieked and the man sighed and fainted at the sight of their idol.
Moist motioned towards the trio. "See, fans."