I do not own My Little Pony, or Dr. Horrible, or any aforementioned wonderfloniums. This fiction is solely based on LM1313’s Dr. Horrible Songs done by ponies. This is mainly for those interested in bridging the crack between the songs.

ACT 1, Part 1

“Muhahahahaha! Ahhhah! Hah!” She maniacally laughed. She looked at the eye, the eye of her audience, the internet audience. It was how the world saw her. She had goggles on, now a form of head protection, keeping her rainbow-mane out of her face. While the cyan pegasus was not very fond of any form of hemming in her mane, she wore the goggles so that no one could identify her VERY identifiable hair. “So, that’s, you know, coming along. I am working with a vocal coach,” she nodded her head at this. “Strengthening the,” pats her chest, “HA!”

“A lot of guys ignore the laugh and that’s about standards. I mean, if you’re gonna get into the Evil League of Evil, you have to have a memorable laugh. What, do you think Bad Horse didn’t work on her whinny? Terrible… Death whinny?”

“No response, b-t-w, from the league yet, but my application is strong this year. A letter of condemnation from the deputy mayor,” She nods, “that’s gotta have some weight, so, hooves crossed.” She crossed her hooves in front of the camera on top of her computer and made a face that’s… indescribable.

“EMAILS!” She suddenly interjected, reaching offshoot to grab a stack of papers. “TooSlyForYou writes: ‘Hey Genius,’ Wow, sarcasm! That’s original!” She scoffed at the screen. “‘Where are the gold bars you were supposed to pull out of that bank vault with your trans-matter ray? Obviously it failed, or it would be in the papers.’ Well, no, they’re not gonna say anything in the press, but, behold, transported from there to here!” She holds up a small plastic bag and it’s clearly visible that whatever was in the bag was NOT a solid gold bar.

“The… molecules tend to shift… uh… during the trans-matter event,” She said, poking the liquid substance. “But… They were transported, in bar form, and they clearly… were… And by the way, it’s not about making money, it’s about taking money. Destroying the status quo, because the status is not quo. The world is a mess and I just… need to rule it. I am gonna…” Sniff sniff. “Smells like ramen.”

“So, trans-matter is 75%, and, more importantly, the freeze ray is almost up. This is the one,” she said, nodding matter-of-factly. “Stops time. Freeze ray. Tell your friends.”

She rifles through a bunch of the papers, pulling out one in particular. “Oh, here’s one from our good friend Johnny Snow.” She rolls her eyes and returns to the paper. “‘Dr. Horrible, I see once again you are afraid to do battle with your nemesis. I waited at Dewly Park for forty-five minutes.’ Okay, dude, you’re not my nemesis. My nemesis… is Captain Hammer. Captain Hammer, corporate tool. Dislocated my shoulder. Again. Last week. Look, I’m just trying to change the world, okay?” She fidgeted with her goggles, “I don’t have time for a grudge match with every poser in a parka. Besides, there are fillies at that park. So…” She shuffled with her papers, finding a particular entry. “Here’s one from DeadNotSleeping: ‘Long time watcher, first time writer,’ blah blah blah blah, ‘You always say in your blog that you will show her the way, show her you’re a true villain. Who is her, and… Does she even know that you’re…” Freeze Ray.

Laundry day

See you there

Under things

Tumbling

Wanna say

Love your hair

Here I go

Mumbling

With my freeze ray I will stop the world

With my freeze ray I will

find the time to find the words to

Tell you how

How you make

Make me feel

What’s the phrase?

Like a fool

Kinda sick

Special needs

Anyways

With my freeze ray I will stop the pain

It’s not a death ray or an ice beam

That’s all Johnny Snow

I just think you need time to know

That I’m the guy to make it real

The feelings you don’t dare to feel

I’ll bend the world to our will

And we’ll make time stand still

That’s the plan

Rule the world

You and me

Any day

Love your hair

“What?”

“Oh I, eh, love the… Air. Heh. Anyway…”

With my freeze ray I will stop

Crunch… “Hey Dash,” a gryphon said as she came into the room. Dash quickly turned off the computer, shutting out her fan-base and turned back to her friend.

“Gilda! My evil… talon… buddy. What’s going on?” Dr. Horrible said, bro-hoofing her ‘buddy’.

“You know, life of crime. Got your mail.” The gryphon said, handing her some ripped up papers.

Dash looked at these, then back at Gilda, “Hey, didn’t you… uh… didn’t you go on a date last night? Rarity told me you were doubling with Pinkie and Derpy.”

“Yah.”

“Yah?” Dash asked, interested.

“It was alright. I kinda thought I was supposed to end up with Pinkie. But…”

“I hear yah.” Dash said, pained immediately by the thought. “I saw Twilight today.”

“You talk to her?”

“So close…” Dash whispered. “Just a few weeks away from a real, audible connection. I’m gonna ask… Oh my god.” Dash pulled out a peculiar looking envelope with a crescent moon on it.

“Is that from the league?”

“Its from her, that’s her seal isn’t it?”

“The leader! Oh my god…”

“I got a letter from Bad Horse!”

“That’s so hardcore. Bad Horse is a legend, she rules the league with an iron hoof. Are you sure you want to-.” Bad Horse Letter

Bad Horse! Bad Horse! Bad Horse! Bad Horse!

She rides across Equestria, the thoroughbred of sin!

She got the application that you just sent in!

It needs evaluation, so let the games begin!

A heinous crime, a show of force, a murder would be nice of course.

Bad Horse! Bad Horse! Bad Horse! She’s Bad!

The Evil League of Evil is watching so beware!

The grade that you receive will be your last we swear!

So make the Bad Horse gleeful,

Or she’ll make you her mare!

You’re saddled up; there’s no recourse.

It’s ‘High ho, Silver!’ Signed Bad Horse.

“Its not a no…” Gilda said, looking at Dash.

“Are you kidding? This is great! I am about to pull a major heist! You know the milk-o-phlonium that I need for the Freeze Ray? It’s being transported tomorrow.”

“Armored car?”

“Cowrier van. Candy from a baby.”

“You need anything ripped or… made torn?”

“Thanks but… the league is watching. I gotta do this alone.”