Dreamin-Of-Cheese

Penny was barely conscious. She shivered slightly where she lay on the bathroom floor, her skin a pale contrast to the terracotta tiles. A brown eye flickered open to see a blurred, red-clad figure stood above her. Penny could tell that he was yelling, but the sound seemed dampened, as though she were hearing Billy from under water. Another figure rushed into the room, and then left just as quickly. Penny could feel warm hands clutching at her forearm, testing her pulse for the second time that day. She wished she could grab Billy's hand, but her limbs felt like leaden weights; she was completely immobilized. Penny struggled to remember what

"NOBODY MOVE! NOBODY MOVE!" feet thudded all around as at least thirty men and women shoved their way into the minuscule sitting area. Their flashlights darted all over the shop, occasionally blinding Dr Horrible and Penny, who were huddled at the foot of the Resurrect-Ohm-Meter.  As the LAPD checked that the apartment was safe, Billy tried to surreptitiously hide his discarded lab coat by shoving it beneath the mattress: well, it was somewhat incriminating evidence. Eventually, after making quite sure that none of the inhabitants had rigged the place to turn into a ball of gaseous vapour anytime soon, the police turned their attention to the

After being stood in the pouring rain in the middle of a thunderstorm for two hours, two hours, outside of the ELE headquarters, the frozen Dr Horrible had learnt three things: 1. Never trust your henchman to turn up on time. 2. Lab coats aren't very water proof. 3. Evil Sanctums always look 100x scarier at night in the middle of a storm. The heavens had opened the moment Captain Hammer and Dr Horrible had stepped out of the subway, and had relentlessly pounded the pair with fat droplets of water ever since. Both were drenched to the bone, freezing cold, and very, very annoyed at the man running down the street to meet them. "Sorry I'm l

The face paint slid out of its pot wit a sickening 'plop' onto Horrible's palm. The Doctor and the Captain both peered at the grey sludge, half expecting for it to get up and start slithering away. "You not seriously putting that on my face, are you?" Hammer scrambled away from the foul smelling paste, looking revolted. He looked a little odd dressed in a ripped tee and shredded jeans. "I've already done it, so you've got to." Dr Horrible approached the man, looking equally bizarre with his face painted in a deathly pale way, hair dyed jet and slicked over the back of his head, a black cloak over his shoulder and a pair of fake fangs lodged