Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog: Billy Prompt 11. Red
Title: There Will Be Blood
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Character: Billy
Prompt: 11. Red
Word Count: 400+
Rating: R
Summary: As the song goes, "So make the Bad Horse gleeful or he'll make you his mare." Billy learns there is another way into the ELE after his second failure
Author's Notes: AU from act three. Disturbing themes and implied noncon.
My Little Damn Table (18/100)
He’s not sure why he’s even alive. He should have died sometime in the last hour after all. Nobody should have survived what he went through. Billy closed his eyes and tried to think about what it was like to be Dr. Horrible, untouchable, untaintable… no, no, no, this didn’t happen. And Dr. Horrible shakes his head and turns away… because he should have killed Captain Hammer or at least the hero should have killed him. But instead Captain Hammer had pulled up at the last second, discharging the Death Ray harmlessly above Billy’s shoulder. “You owe me,” he mocked and that’s the last thing he heard before he ran out in tears.
He cried because he’s dead now and because the last thing he remembered seeing just before he left and the ELE gagged him and brought him to an hour of hell, was her sad little face and how Penny mouthed, “Oh, Billy-Buddy, why?”
There would be no more frozen yogurt or chances to make her love him as he loved her.
And according to the clock, it had only been an hour.
“The kid’s still breathing,” somebody drawls to his left, the sugary sweet tones of Dead Bowie. “A shame, you’d make a good zombie. But head up…” Billy shudders. “It’s a blessing of sorts.”
Billy manages to pull his battered frame into a huddled ball. “Is this a blessing?”
Dead Bowie shrugs with an audibly creak and disturbing snap, crack, pop, and finally squish. “I suppose you do have a point. But few have made the Bad Horse gleeful by being his mare.”
“It hurts,” Billy groans lowly, curled around his belly like a lifeline. He wants this to go away. “Whatever happened to a third chance?”
“Come to think of it,” Dead Bowie said, “You ever wonder why the ELE would want a little incompetent like you?”
My inventions, Billy thinks, but doesn’t say a word.
Dead Bowie pretends as if Billy has continued the conversation. “Yes. That’s right. Because you’re a hot blond with a blog for us to spread our evil and you have legs the Bad Horse has been eyeing for months.”
Billy feels his stomach sinking to what possibly might remain of his entrails. “I… I…”
“He even shapeshifted to his rare human form. Lucky you. Less to clean up.”
Billy nearly gags. “It felt like a baseball bat.”
Dead Bowie tskes and shakes his perfectly made up face. “You are a virgin after all and besides…” he swipes where it hurts the most and holds up his blood stained hand for Billy to see. “There was blood and it was yours. Welcome to the ELE, Dr. Horrible.”
Except, Billy realizes just then whom it was that actually died in that hour. He’s not sure he can be Dr. Horrible now.
But can you do when your entrance fee has been paid in full?
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Character: Billy
Prompt: 11. Red
Word Count: 400+
Rating: R
Summary: As the song goes, "So make the Bad Horse gleeful or he'll make you his mare." Billy learns there is another way into the ELE after his second failure
Author's Notes: AU from act three. Disturbing themes and implied noncon.
My Little Damn Table (18/100)
He’s not sure why he’s even alive. He should have died sometime in the last hour after all. Nobody should have survived what he went through. Billy closed his eyes and tried to think about what it was like to be Dr. Horrible, untouchable, untaintable… no, no, no, this didn’t happen. And Dr. Horrible shakes his head and turns away… because he should have killed Captain Hammer or at least the hero should have killed him. But instead Captain Hammer had pulled up at the last second, discharging the Death Ray harmlessly above Billy’s shoulder. “You owe me,” he mocked and that’s the last thing he heard before he ran out in tears.
He cried because he’s dead now and because the last thing he remembered seeing just before he left and the ELE gagged him and brought him to an hour of hell, was her sad little face and how Penny mouthed, “Oh, Billy-Buddy, why?”
There would be no more frozen yogurt or chances to make her love him as he loved her.
And according to the clock, it had only been an hour.
“The kid’s still breathing,” somebody drawls to his left, the sugary sweet tones of Dead Bowie. “A shame, you’d make a good zombie. But head up…” Billy shudders. “It’s a blessing of sorts.”
Billy manages to pull his battered frame into a huddled ball. “Is this a blessing?”
Dead Bowie shrugs with an audibly creak and disturbing snap, crack, pop, and finally squish. “I suppose you do have a point. But few have made the Bad Horse gleeful by being his mare.”
“It hurts,” Billy groans lowly, curled around his belly like a lifeline. He wants this to go away. “Whatever happened to a third chance?”
“Come to think of it,” Dead Bowie said, “You ever wonder why the ELE would want a little incompetent like you?”
My inventions, Billy thinks, but doesn’t say a word.
Dead Bowie pretends as if Billy has continued the conversation. “Yes. That’s right. Because you’re a hot blond with a blog for us to spread our evil and you have legs the Bad Horse has been eyeing for months.”
Billy feels his stomach sinking to what possibly might remain of his entrails. “I… I…”
“He even shapeshifted to his rare human form. Lucky you. Less to clean up.”
Billy nearly gags. “It felt like a baseball bat.”
Dead Bowie tskes and shakes his perfectly made up face. “You are a virgin after all and besides…” he swipes where it hurts the most and holds up his blood stained hand for Billy to see. “There was blood and it was yours. Welcome to the ELE, Dr. Horrible.”
Except, Billy realizes just then whom it was that actually died in that hour. He’s not sure he can be Dr. Horrible now.
But can you do when your entrance fee has been paid in full?