FIC: Scary Monsters (1/?) Dr Horrible
Scary Monsters
They stood outside the conference room. Billy wasn't really sure what they were supposed to do. What was the etiquette? He had no idea. His best bet, he presumed, was to stand up straight, set his jaw, cross his arms over his chest and… thank god they couldn't see his eyes behind the tinted lenses of his goggles.
The eyes were the windows of the soul.
Although the ridges were really starting to dig into his forehead. He wasn't used to wearing the damn things for hours on end.
"What's under the coat, man?"
Billy flinched. It was… that.. thing… Dead Bowie. Out of all the members of the ELE, Dead Bowie was the one that creeped him out. Leika and Snake Bite, he could deal with by ignoring them - it wasn't as if he really knew how to talk to women anyway. Jefferson was only interested in sucking up to Bad Horse (Bowie had that right, anyway) and Normal was just… well, Billy wasn't exactly sure what qualified him to be in the League anyway. He wasn't exactly very evil. Unless his super power was to bore you to death.
"W-what?" He responded. Bowie confused him. He was kind-of snarky and kind-of pretty and had those hypnotic eyes.
"Under the coat," Bowie continued. "What are you? Another boring robot like the Prof?"
"Cyborg!" Normal shouted over at them, although Billy had no idea that he'd been listening. Perhaps he had bionic ears or something?
"N-no!" Billy stammered and cursed inwardly. "No, of course not."
Bowie reached out and rapped Billy's chest with his knuckles as if knocking on a door. "Wow… no body armour? Cool, baby."
Billy frowned. "Body armour? Why would I need…?" But then he realised and closed his mouth very suddenly. Of course he would. The ELE were probably targeted by every wannabe super hero in town.
For some reason, however, Bowie's hand was still on his chest. He spread his fingers, the five points pressing lightly against the material of Billy's coat so he could barely feel them. It… tickled.
"Stop that!" He said in what he hoped was a commanding voice.
"Stop what?" Bowie said, licking his lips, looking up slowly from where he'd placed his hand to where Billy was blinking rapidly behind the goggles. Face to face, they were pretty much the same height.
"Nnngh?" Was all Billy managed before a clatter of hooves announced the arrival of the boss and the spell was broken. Bowie flashed him a grin and lowered his hand, turning around innocently as if he hadn't just been doing something strange and intoxicating to Billy.
Bad Horse let out a commanding whinny and they all followed him inside the room. Billy sat as far away from Bowie as he could.
Part 2 this way
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They stood outside the conference room. Billy wasn't really sure what they were supposed to do. What was the etiquette? He had no idea. His best bet, he presumed, was to stand up straight, set his jaw, cross his arms over his chest and… thank god they couldn't see his eyes behind the tinted lenses of his goggles.
The eyes were the windows of the soul.
Although the ridges were really starting to dig into his forehead. He wasn't used to wearing the damn things for hours on end.
"What's under the coat, man?"
Billy flinched. It was… that.. thing… Dead Bowie. Out of all the members of the ELE, Dead Bowie was the one that creeped him out. Leika and Snake Bite, he could deal with by ignoring them - it wasn't as if he really knew how to talk to women anyway. Jefferson was only interested in sucking up to Bad Horse (Bowie had that right, anyway) and Normal was just… well, Billy wasn't exactly sure what qualified him to be in the League anyway. He wasn't exactly very evil. Unless his super power was to bore you to death.
"W-what?" He responded. Bowie confused him. He was kind-of snarky and kind-of pretty and had those hypnotic eyes.
"Under the coat," Bowie continued. "What are you? Another boring robot like the Prof?"
"Cyborg!" Normal shouted over at them, although Billy had no idea that he'd been listening. Perhaps he had bionic ears or something?
"N-no!" Billy stammered and cursed inwardly. "No, of course not."
Bowie reached out and rapped Billy's chest with his knuckles as if knocking on a door. "Wow… no body armour? Cool, baby."
Billy frowned. "Body armour? Why would I need…?" But then he realised and closed his mouth very suddenly. Of course he would. The ELE were probably targeted by every wannabe super hero in town.
For some reason, however, Bowie's hand was still on his chest. He spread his fingers, the five points pressing lightly against the material of Billy's coat so he could barely feel them. It… tickled.
"Stop that!" He said in what he hoped was a commanding voice.
"Stop what?" Bowie said, licking his lips, looking up slowly from where he'd placed his hand to where Billy was blinking rapidly behind the goggles. Face to face, they were pretty much the same height.
"Nnngh?" Was all Billy managed before a clatter of hooves announced the arrival of the boss and the spell was broken. Bowie flashed him a grin and lowered his hand, turning around innocently as if he hadn't just been doing something strange and intoxicating to Billy.
Bad Horse let out a commanding whinny and they all followed him inside the room. Billy sat as far away from Bowie as he could.
Part 2 this way
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