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Warning: Shooooooort. :P
"Call me Moist now."
I hadn't known why he'd reacted to it like it was a big deal. I was still me, just with a different label. Ellen was a person name. Not a villain name. And even though I wasn't much of a villain, I figured I might as well have a handle. But to Billy, this was some big deal. I couldn't understand why for a long time. After all, when Billy became Doctor Horrible shortly after, he still was the same guy.
Sort of. Maybe I just wasn't looking closely enough. But, either way, as time went on, Doctor Horrible and Billy seemed to be more and more... Different. Not that they weren't the same person, but... Two very different sides of that person.
Me? I never really had much mercy. I liked my folks. I liked Billy. I had a few other villainous pals, and some of my dates were pretty okay. But generally, I didn't care much about people, either way.
But Billy, he did. Doctor Horrible? Not so much.
When I realized that, I realized a name could make a big difference. For other people. But for me? Not so much. I wasn't looking for a new identity or anything.
I just wanted people to call me Moist.
