20 Flame: (Dr. Horrible, post-Penny)
Dr. Horrible had had enough of evil. He just couldn't commit crimes anymore. He had been repressing the memories of the incident, and now they were breaking through with a vengeance. First, it was just his dreams. Sometimes they were terrifying because they were igood/i, visions of him and Penny in the laundromat, eating frozen yogurt. The good dream that nearly killed him was the one where they were living the suburban dream, sitting on the front porch swing, watching their adorable redhead children run around the yard.
But most of the time they were terrifying because they were true. His mind could come up with so many angles to play that terrifying moment. Sometimes, it was just how it happened, with Hammer pulling the trigger. Sometimes he pulled the trigger on Penny himself. The worst was when he iwas/i Penny, and he watched Dr. Horrible through her eyes.
The Doc could handle dreams though. Because dreams only showed up when you were asleep. So sleeping stopped.
Then, people would turn into Penny. He'd rob a bank, and the teller (whom he would have sworn was a balding forty year old male) would be Penny. He couldn't take it anymore.
Dr. Horrible watched as the lit match caught on his plans for an animation ray. He sat in the large chair as the flames crawled across his desk and to the floor, smoke beginning to choke up the air. He could feel the heat, but it didn't spur him to action, like most people, instead, he calmly shot the smoke detectors. He was going to die, and no one could stop him.