Nine one word prompt drabbles 3 (PG-13, Penny, Billy, Hammer, Moist)
Title: Drabbles 19-27
Author: BlondieBelle
Credit: kproflostsouls- thank you for your prompts
Word Count: 100-500 words per story.
Summary: Nine stories ranging from fluff to tragedy.
19 Passion: (the groupies, post-musical)
Passion burned like fire, they reasoned. Which was why, even though they had gone years with Captain Hammer at the center of their universe, when he failed as a hero, their passion burned out. Maurissa had felt a little wrong the first time she donned the goggles. Stacy couldn't help but compare the faces of their former hero to their current one as she painted his portrait. Steve thought that Hammer's face had looked a tiny bit better on their shirts, Dr. Horrible's eyeless profile freaked him out a little bit. But when Maurissa took off her goggles, Stacy put down her paintbrush, and Steve turned off his iron so they could gather to talk, it felt wrong to talk about Hammer, and right to talk about Horrible. That night, the spark of a new passion was lit, and Dr. Horrible became the new center of the trio's universe.
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 good, 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 was 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.
21 Escape:(Billy, pre-musical)
Billy threw his marker down on the work table with more force then necessary. He was a genius for crying out loud. Why couldn't he get the transmatter ray to be fully functional? He groaned, dropping his head to his hands. He had to get out of his apartment.
He arrived at the corner laundromat within the hour, and perked up almost immediately. She was there.
Billy didn't know her name, but he assumed it was something like Persephone, or Delysia, something beautiful, and delicate. He wanted to talk to her, desperately. In theory, it was easy. He'd take three steps to her washing machine, (not four, that would be too close.) Then he'd compliment her. She'd smile, and they'd start a conversation. Next week, he'd ask her out, and they'd get married by the end of the year.
All of a sudden, Billy felt smothered. He wasn't ready to get married. He needed to get back to the structured world of his workshop. There was more he could to there anyways, and he'd be fine.
Billy sighed, he'd be fine for two days, until this whole cycle repeated it's self... again.
22 Rain: (Horrible/Hammer, post-death)
The last person the Doc expected to talk to was Captain Hammer. But here they were, he was 'Billy' and the personality fit awkwardly, like a suit coat that was half a size too small. But Horrible sucked it up and sat on his nemesis' couch, and drank his nemesis' beer.
They talked about Penny, mainly. About how Hammer had actually loved her, a fact that took the Doc by surprise, about how Billy had adored her. There was no jealousy in the air, no tension whatsoever, juts sadness as two men finally mourned the girl they has loved and lost, and as they dealt with the guilt that came with knowing it was their fault.
Hammer and Horrible knew that this was a one time only event, the League would murder Horrible if they found out, and the Guild would excommunicate Hammer if word got back to them.
Billy blinked when the harsh sun of L.A hit his eyes. The sun felt wrong. There should be rain, lots of hard, never ending rain. The sun shouldn't shine when Penny was gone.
Billy looked back to see Hammer shading his eyes as he stood in the doorway, and knew that he felt the same way.
23 Ticklish:(Penny/Hammer, mid-musical)
Jason was feeling generous, which explained why he was cuddling with Penny on the couch. Jason was not a cuddler. Penny shifted in his arms, and Jason didn't think anything of it, until she looked up at him with her big green eyes, and whispered,
“Jason? Are you ticklish?” She saw right through his scoff, and her fingers went to work, quickly incapacitating him.
“Penny!” He gasped dramatically, “You've found my weakness!” And she was taken off guard enough for Jason to take over. Penny was as least as ticklish as he was, and she was soon a giggling mess on the floor.
That was what started the great tickle war.
There would be attacks disguised as massages from both sides, and sneak attacks, a winner was never declared, but they both agreed that it was the most fun they'd had.
24 Silence: (Billy, post-Penny)
Billy had known better then to go to her funeral. He knew that Hammer, no matter how broken he seemed would try to kill him, and that that would bring on something the League didn't want. So he watched from a safe distance. The ceremony was painfully small, and short. Billy couldn't hear what was being said, but he could imagine.
He waited until the plain white box had been buried, and everyone had left before trudging over the hill to the headstone.
Penny Elisabet Cooper
June 10, 1986-May 4, 2009
It was almost too simple. Billy was filled with misappropriated rage. Penny didn't deserve this. She deserved a headstone with a message, one that would tell the world what an amazing person she was, until the end of time. She deserved a ceremony that consisted of more then ten people.
Billy felt the silence closing in on him, constricting him. He was crying, but he didn't care. Nobody cared.
“Billy?” He thought he heard someone call him. He half expected to turn and see Penny standing behind him, ghostly and beautiful. But it was just the wind. He would never see her again, no matter how much he wished, or what he invented.
He felt utterly alone.
25 Trinity: (Jason, post-Penny)
Jason had dusted off his suit, and made his way to the white chapel. It took a lot to get him to go to church. He had been raised religious, but, like a typical teen, had stopped going as soon as his parents gave him the choice.
Now it took a huge tragedy to get him into the building.
Penny was dead.
Not only was his girlfriend dead, but he had killed her. And the last thing he'd done was take over her shelter opening and announce that they'd had sex. Jason sat in the last pew, trying to hold back tears. The church was empty, which made sense, it was tuesday, but he felt like he needed to be there.
It was peaceful, and he calmed down a lot more then he had expected to in the beautiful sanctuary. He felt like he could finally think.
26 Hurt:
Penny could have sworn she'd been hit by a pointy bulldozer, but as soon as the painful sensation had happened, it was gone. All she felt was a new difficulty to breathing, and the room started getting dark and fuzzy, but she didn't hurt. She worried.
She worried about Jason. The gun had been pointed at him.
She worried about the people in the building. They were the ones that were randomly shot at.
She worried about Billy, but she didn't think Billy was even there.
“Penny! Penny!” Someone was calling her name, she thought it was Billy, bur he looked like a doctor, and she couldn't focus anyways.
27 Lavish:
Dr. Horrible had no problem with the glitz and glamor of his office. The red plush lining on everything only served to cushion his feet, and the silk cords that hung around were simply decoration.
But on the rare days Billy went to the office instead, he was uncomfortable. The atmosphere was suffocating, and the red only reminded him of the horrifying red and blue combination that had splayed itself across Penny's chest.
Billy didn't like the lavish air of his office, but Dr. Horrible loved it.
Author: BlondieBelle
Credit: kproflostsouls- thank you for your prompts
Word Count: 100-500 words per story.
Summary: Nine stories ranging from fluff to tragedy.
19 Passion: (the groupies, post-musical)
Passion burned like fire, they reasoned. Which was why, even though they had gone years with Captain Hammer at the center of their universe, when he failed as a hero, their passion burned out. Maurissa had felt a little wrong the first time she donned the goggles. Stacy couldn't help but compare the faces of their former hero to their current one as she painted his portrait. Steve thought that Hammer's face had looked a tiny bit better on their shirts, Dr. Horrible's eyeless profile freaked him out a little bit. But when Maurissa took off her goggles, Stacy put down her paintbrush, and Steve turned off his iron so they could gather to talk, it felt wrong to talk about Hammer, and right to talk about Horrible. That night, the spark of a new passion was lit, and Dr. Horrible became the new center of the trio's universe.
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 good, 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 was 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.
21 Escape:(Billy, pre-musical)
Billy threw his marker down on the work table with more force then necessary. He was a genius for crying out loud. Why couldn't he get the transmatter ray to be fully functional? He groaned, dropping his head to his hands. He had to get out of his apartment.
He arrived at the corner laundromat within the hour, and perked up almost immediately. She was there.
Billy didn't know her name, but he assumed it was something like Persephone, or Delysia, something beautiful, and delicate. He wanted to talk to her, desperately. In theory, it was easy. He'd take three steps to her washing machine, (not four, that would be too close.) Then he'd compliment her. She'd smile, and they'd start a conversation. Next week, he'd ask her out, and they'd get married by the end of the year.
All of a sudden, Billy felt smothered. He wasn't ready to get married. He needed to get back to the structured world of his workshop. There was more he could to there anyways, and he'd be fine.
Billy sighed, he'd be fine for two days, until this whole cycle repeated it's self... again.
22 Rain: (Horrible/Hammer, post-death)
The last person the Doc expected to talk to was Captain Hammer. But here they were, he was 'Billy' and the personality fit awkwardly, like a suit coat that was half a size too small. But Horrible sucked it up and sat on his nemesis' couch, and drank his nemesis' beer.
They talked about Penny, mainly. About how Hammer had actually loved her, a fact that took the Doc by surprise, about how Billy had adored her. There was no jealousy in the air, no tension whatsoever, juts sadness as two men finally mourned the girl they has loved and lost, and as they dealt with the guilt that came with knowing it was their fault.
Hammer and Horrible knew that this was a one time only event, the League would murder Horrible if they found out, and the Guild would excommunicate Hammer if word got back to them.
Billy blinked when the harsh sun of L.A hit his eyes. The sun felt wrong. There should be rain, lots of hard, never ending rain. The sun shouldn't shine when Penny was gone.
Billy looked back to see Hammer shading his eyes as he stood in the doorway, and knew that he felt the same way.
23 Ticklish:(Penny/Hammer, mid-musical)
Jason was feeling generous, which explained why he was cuddling with Penny on the couch. Jason was not a cuddler. Penny shifted in his arms, and Jason didn't think anything of it, until she looked up at him with her big green eyes, and whispered,
“Jason? Are you ticklish?” She saw right through his scoff, and her fingers went to work, quickly incapacitating him.
“Penny!” He gasped dramatically, “You've found my weakness!” And she was taken off guard enough for Jason to take over. Penny was as least as ticklish as he was, and she was soon a giggling mess on the floor.
That was what started the great tickle war.
There would be attacks disguised as massages from both sides, and sneak attacks, a winner was never declared, but they both agreed that it was the most fun they'd had.
24 Silence: (Billy, post-Penny)
Billy had known better then to go to her funeral. He knew that Hammer, no matter how broken he seemed would try to kill him, and that that would bring on something the League didn't want. So he watched from a safe distance. The ceremony was painfully small, and short. Billy couldn't hear what was being said, but he could imagine.
He waited until the plain white box had been buried, and everyone had left before trudging over the hill to the headstone.
Penny Elisabet Cooper
June 10, 1986-May 4, 2009
It was almost too simple. Billy was filled with misappropriated rage. Penny didn't deserve this. She deserved a headstone with a message, one that would tell the world what an amazing person she was, until the end of time. She deserved a ceremony that consisted of more then ten people.
Billy felt the silence closing in on him, constricting him. He was crying, but he didn't care. Nobody cared.
“Billy?” He thought he heard someone call him. He half expected to turn and see Penny standing behind him, ghostly and beautiful. But it was just the wind. He would never see her again, no matter how much he wished, or what he invented.
He felt utterly alone.
25 Trinity: (Jason, post-Penny)
Jason had dusted off his suit, and made his way to the white chapel. It took a lot to get him to go to church. He had been raised religious, but, like a typical teen, had stopped going as soon as his parents gave him the choice.
Now it took a huge tragedy to get him into the building.
Penny was dead.
Not only was his girlfriend dead, but he had killed her. And the last thing he'd done was take over her shelter opening and announce that they'd had sex. Jason sat in the last pew, trying to hold back tears. The church was empty, which made sense, it was tuesday, but he felt like he needed to be there.
It was peaceful, and he calmed down a lot more then he had expected to in the beautiful sanctuary. He felt like he could finally think.
26 Hurt:
Penny could have sworn she'd been hit by a pointy bulldozer, but as soon as the painful sensation had happened, it was gone. All she felt was a new difficulty to breathing, and the room started getting dark and fuzzy, but she didn't hurt. She worried.
She worried about Jason. The gun had been pointed at him.
She worried about the people in the building. They were the ones that were randomly shot at.
She worried about Billy, but she didn't think Billy was even there.
“Penny! Penny!” Someone was calling her name, she thought it was Billy, bur he looked like a doctor, and she couldn't focus anyways.
27 Lavish:
Dr. Horrible had no problem with the glitz and glamor of his office. The red plush lining on everything only served to cushion his feet, and the silk cords that hung around were simply decoration.
But on the rare days Billy went to the office instead, he was uncomfortable. The atmosphere was suffocating, and the red only reminded him of the horrifying red and blue combination that had splayed itself across Penny's chest.
Billy didn't like the lavish air of his office, but Dr. Horrible loved it.