Disclaimer: I do not own Watchmen.
A/N: This has really begun to take a turn for the bizarre...
DR. MANHATTAN'S SADNESS
Daniel Dreiberg was fixing himself a cup of coffee when he heard the front door slam shut. He let out a heavy sigh.
'Ugh..Rorschach, can't you just ring the doorbell like a NORMAL human being?'
However, when Daniel walked back into the living room, he was surprised to find not Rorschach, but Dr. Manhattan sitting on his couch, his face buried in his glowing blue hands. It seemed he had been crying just recently. Daniel was at a loss.
"J...Jon, I wasn't expecting you of all people..." Daniel breathed. The atomic man was so distraught that he had actually walked here instead of simply teleporting like usual!
"Forgive me for barging in, Daniel," Dr. Manhattan said, "But...you're the only one I can talk to who will actually listen to my problems..."
"Huh?"
"Rorschach is crazy and couldn't care less, The Comedian is a meanie, Ozymandias will keep staring at my dick during the entire conversation, and Laurie is the problem herself, so that is why you're the only one I can speak to about this..." The blue man explained rather thoroughly.
"I...I see. So what seems to be the problem?" Daniel asked, taking a seat beside Dr. Manhattan.
Dr. Manhattan raised his head; he looked so old all of the sudden. "I'm...not sure if I should tell you,"
"Why not? You CAME here to tell me, didn't you?" Daniel replied.
Dr. Manhattan gasped. "Oh, yeah! Well, you see...I'm kinda jealous because Laurie has a bigger penis than me, and it makes me feel uncomfortable..."
Something inside Daniel snapped, and he collapsed to the floor. A clot had just exploded in his brain, kililng him instantly.
Dr. Manhattan shrugged.
