I started a drawing, a while ago, and did not posted it. It’s definitely simpler than what I’m doing usually, because I did not bothered with shadowing, but I think it’s going quite well with the comic effect I was aiming.
So here’s the first, and hopefully not the last, of my Dr. Horrible’s fanarts!
Note: Inspired by Dr Horrible’s Everything You Ever. Honestly it’s one of the first fanfic inspirations I ever had for Repo. But I wasn’t as comfortable writing as I am now and I never got any real inspiration for it. Like it was always in my head but nothing concrete. I don’t know what made me karaoke Dr Horrible a couple days back and immediately, everything fell into place.
Luigi shot down his drink. His eyes kept darting to the news, growling if anyone even dared to try to change the channel. He was being obvious. But he needed to know when to act. Everything had worked according to plan. Whispered words to the underground sparking their anger towards GeneCo. Reminders that pops didn’t want Amber on the throne. Pointing all their attention to Shilo Wallace. And when the whole island wanted her, he had her killed. It was almost laughable how easy it was.
He sent assassins to her place all dressed as GeneCops. He made sure all the signs pointed to his slut of a sister. Overnight, the island’s anger flared. The hatred towards Amber stopped becoming whispers. The whole island had turned against her. And then talks of a rebellion. People who were willing to overturn Amber. And they had a secret benefactor. Guns, money, men. Everything was going to plan. And all Luigi had to do was sit back and watch everything burn.
He’d gotten news they were planning the attack today. He took his much deserved leave no matter how much Amber protested and just waited. He would be far from that shitshow. They will go into GeneCo, force Amber to step down. And once she signed, he would march in like a hero and take GeneCo. And if that slut was killed in the process then it would be a fucking plus.
Luigi’s watch rang. His eyes darted to the news once more. Nothing’s happened yet. He glanced at his watch. It was his stupid slut of a sister. He answered the call. “What do you want?”
“Don’t come to GeneCo today. I don’t want to see your fucking face.”
Luigi’s temper flared. Fucking bitch! he was going to tell her exactly where sh could shove her opinion when the call ended. The fuck? Luigi just slammed his watch on the table and shot down his drink. If they killed that stupid bitch, it would be a fucking plus.
He didn’t have to wait long. ‘BREAKING NEWS’ flashed across the screen. And then his phone rang. Showtime.
“What?”
“Mr Largo, there’s been an attack on GeneCo.”
“I’ll be right there.” He ended the call. All according to fucking plan.
*
Luigi stepped into the lobby.
“Mr Largo.” One of the GeneCops approached him.
“What happened?”
“They snuck into the building without anyone noticing. They took Mr Largo hostage and went to Ms Sweet’s office.”
“How the fuck did they get in undetected?” He growed. ID cards and information where the backdoor was. It was easy. It was so fucking easy.
“We don’t know, Mr Largo. We’ll do an extensive investigation.”
“If it was so fucking easy for them to get in, then none of you are doing your fucking job.” He approached the elevator.
“Mr Largo, you should stay out of the way until things upstairs are settled first.”
“Why haven’t you fucking taken them down yet?”
“Michael’s gone upstairs It’s just a matter of time.”
No. He needed to control the narrative. He needed to look like the fucking hero. “I’m going up there.” Luigi entered the elevator and the GeneCop followed him for ‘protection’.
“How he fuck did they move Pavi to Amber’s office and no one fucking noticed?”
“It was a bloodbath. There was no one left alive to call us.”
Luigi’s brows furrowed.They were more bloodthirsty than he anticipated. But no matter, those people could be replaced.
The elevator doors opened, revealing the GeneCops and dead bodies everywhere.
“Mr Largo.” Michael’s voice ws thin.
“Have they been dealt with?”
“Yes, sir.”
Luigi approached the office door.
“Mr Largo, wait.”
“What?”
“You shouldn’t go in.”
“Why the fuck not?” He wanted to rub this in his sister’s face. He wanted to control the narrative.
“Mr Largo, by the time we found out and reacted…it was too late.”
Luigi’s brows furrowed. “What are you saying?”
“Mr Largo, I-”
Luigi didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed open the door. Bodies littered the ground. GeneCops were standing guard over those who weren’t dead.
“Mr Largo.”
He saw his sister first, slumped over her desk. This… He couldn’t breathe. If that slut died, it would be a fucking plus. This was what he wanted right? Get that slut out of the way then he would take hold of GeneCo. This was what he wanted.
His legs took him towards his sister without him controlling them. His eyes didn’t leave his sister. This was exactly what he wanted. This was everything he planned. If his sister died, it would be a plus. This was every-
He heard the ‘crack’. He looked down to see Pavi’s mirror under his foot. Next to which was his brother. He hadn’t even noticed him. There were so many bodies, he hadn’t even noticed.
Pavi’s eyes just stared forward blankly. His features were frozen on an expression of pain. His blood had soaked through the carpet. He would need to change the carpet. It was ruined.
He turned back to his sister. He would need to change the chair and desk as well. Blood dripped off the front of the desk. Amber’s head rested on the table. Tears barely dried on her cheek. Her eyes were as empty as Pavi’s.
“Mr Largo.”
This was what he wanted right? No one to fight him for GeneCo. The company was solely in his grasp now. This was exactly what he wanted. He planned everything down to the last detail. This was exactly what he wanted. Everything happened exactly as planned.
"Mr Largo."
He pointed his gun at the rebel squirming on the ground and shot him. Yes this was them. This wasn't him. The rebels came in here and killed those two assholes. He had nothing to do with this.
"Mr Largo! We need information."
"No. No information." And he heard how hard his voice was. Why? This was everything he wanted right? He had GeneCo. No one was in his way. “I want all the rebels killed. I don’t care who the fuck they are. I want every man, woman and child killed.”
“Mr Largo!”
“I’m in charge. And what I says fucking goes. I want them all dead.” He was in charge. This was everything he wanted. He turned away and was faced towards his sister once more. And he couldn’t fucking tear his eyes away. She had been terrified. He was right before her desk. Her blank tear-filled eyes stared blankly forward. He wiped her tears. Did they kill Pavi first? Was that why-
“Mr Largo?” The voice was soft and filled with pity.
Luigi wiped his hand on his suit roughly. He didn’t need fucking pity. This was everything he wanted. He wanted that bitch dead. He wanted GeneCo. This was everything he wanted. He fucking won. Everything went according to plan. This was everything he wanted. “Clean up my fucking office. Get rid of this mess.” He stormed out.
*
Luigi sat at the ledge on the roof. He shot down his drink. Everything had worked according to plan. So why didn’t he feel like he won? He won. He fucking won. He got everything he wanted. GeneCo. And peace and quiet from those two assholes. His hand shook as he poured himself another drink. This was everything he wanted.
He heard the roof door open behind him. “Fuck off Pavi.”
“Mr Largo.”
It wasn’t Pavi. It wasn’t Pavi because Pavi was dead. Something clenched tightly in his chest and Luigi couldn’t breathe. Why? This was everything he wanted right? He didn’t care about those two assholes. This was everything he wanted. He had GeneCo. His siblings were gone. He had everything he wanted.
“Luigi.” There was a hand on his shoulder. Luigi tried to swipe it off. Don’t touch him. Don’t fucking touch him. And he lost his balance for a moment. And he felt himself fall back. And for a moment he thought he was going to die. And all he could think was that was exactly what he deserved.
A hand caught his wrist and pulled him back upwards.
Disappointment flared in his chest. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I wanted to see how you were doing.” The voice was hesitant but kind. Always so fucking kind. Like Luigi was the victim in this. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t the fucking victim. He-
“I’m fine. I’ve gotten everything I wanted. I’m fucking fantastic.” And Luigi heard his voice break and he didn’t understand it. This was his plan. He planned everything with such fucking detail. Everything went exactly as he planned. This was everything he wanted.
“Luigi.”
There it was again. The fucking pity. Why was everyone acting like he had suffered some big loss? He’d gotten everything he wanted. He had GeneCo. He won. He fucking won. They should be celebrating him. He should be fucking celebrating. “Fuck off.”
“Luigi. I’m here for you. Whatever you need. I’m here.”
Luigi sneered. “Fuck off, old man. I don’t fucking need you.”
“You’re in pain. I understand. You’ve just lost your family. I just-”
“Fuck you.” Pain? What pain? Why was he in pain? Why was there this pressure in his chest that didn’t allow him to breathe? This was everything he wanted. He planned everything down to the last detail. He had everything fucking planned.
Then why didn’t he see this. It was so obvious this would have been the conclusion. The rebels were angry and vicious. Anyone with half a brain would have seen this coming. Why didn’t he? If that slut dies, it would be a fucking plus. Right. It was what he wanted. He was fine with this. This was everything he wanted.
His grip tightened around his glass and it shattered in his hand. He just numbly watched blood trail down his palm. Just like the blood that trailed down the front of Amber’s desk. Just like the blood that seeped through the carpet below Pavi.
“Luigi.” Something grabbed his bleeding hand out of his view.
Luigi snatched his hand back. “I told you to fuck off. I don’t need you or want you around. Your concern is fucking annoying and I don’t need it.”
“Luigi.” He sighed.
“I don’t need your fucking sighs and pity. I won GeneCo. I’m finally on the fucking throne. If you’re not here to celebrate with me than fuck off.” Where was his drink? Where was his fucking drink? Right he broke his glass. He took a swig from the bottle. He was too sober for this. He was too fucking sober for this.
“Luigi, you need to-”
“Fuck off.”
“Luigi.”
“FUCK OFF!” Luigi threw the bottle towards Dr Smith. It missed him and shattered on the ground. Luigi’s breaths were heavy. He just watched the whisky spread across the floor. What a fucking waste of alcohol.
The door slammed shut and Luigi was finally left alone. He was finally alone. He was-
*
He sat at his desk in his office. He tried. He tried to go into Amber’s… his…pops… Fuck. He tried going in there but…he couldn’t push open the door. It was cleaned. He knew it was cleaned. He had ordered them to change the carpet and the chair and the desk but… He couldn’t go in.
Everything he’s done to get that fucking office and now he couldn’t…
This was what he wanted. This was what he wanted. This was what he wanted.
There was a knock on the door and Michael walked in. “Mr Largo.”
“Have they been wiped out?”
“We are working on it. We can’t just organize a mass killing-”
“I believe that’s exactly what I ordered.”
“Mr Largo, you’re grieving and not thinking straight. You will turn the whole island-”
Luigi slammed his hand on the table. “I’m not fucking grieving.” He couldn’t be. He did this. He did all this. How could he grieve? What right did he have to grieve? He did this. This was all him. He wanted this. He wanted-
“I just wanted to give you the report on how they infiltrated the building.”
Luigi couldn’t look at him. He knew how they got in. He fucking opened the door for them. He did this. He did this.
“They entered through the employee entrance at 9am together with the other employees. No one thought it suspicious. They were wearing suits, just like everyone else. They managed to get up to the GeneCo offices. Two of the men entered Mr Largo’s office at 10am and held him at gunpoint while the others massacred the rest of the floor. They brought him to Ms Sweet’s office at 10.20am. We managed to infiltrate the office by 11.30am but by then it was too late.”
Wait. That couldn’t be right. Luigi looked at his watch and scrolled to the day of the attack. Amber called him at 10.45am. He was waiting for news of the attack. Amber called him. “Your timing is wrong.”
Michael shook his head. “We checked the timings with the cameras.”
Luigi stared at his watch. Amber called him. Amber fucking called him. “Cameras?”
“Yes sir.”
Amber called him. How the fuck did she call him if the rebels had entered the office by then? How the fuck did she call him? “I want to see.”
“Sir, you…you shouldn’t.” Pity entered Michael’s eyes once more.
“What the fuck are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing.” Michael gave him the drive. “You shouldn’t-” He cut himself off.
“Get out.”
“Yes sir.”
Luigi plugged in the drive as soon as Michael left. He chose the camera at Amber’s office and scrolled to 10.20am. On the dot, the rebels barged in, Pavi at the front, held at gunpoint.
“What is the meaning of this?” Amber stood. Her eyes darted warily towards Pavi then the men. Two gunshots rang out and her bodyguards crumpled behind her. She refused to flinch.
“Simple.” The guns pointed at Amber except for the one still focused at Pavi’s head. “None of us want you on the throne. We’re putting an end to your reign once and for all.”
“What right do you have?”
“Your own father didn’t want you on the throne. He wanted Shilo Wallace so you had her killed.”
Amber’s brows furrowed. “I had nothing to do with that.”
“Don’t lie. We are going to kill you either way. So you might as well admit it.”
“I didn’t touch her.”
“I’m sorry, Ms Sweet but I’m finding that hard to believe.”
“You kill me and then what? GeneCo falls. Where will you get organs then?”
The rebel hesitated.
“Let Pavi go.”
“Sorella!”
“You can kill me. Just let him go.”
“Did you kill Shilo Wallace?”
“Ye-”
“The Pavi killed her. She wouldn’t-a play nice with the Pavi.”
“Bullshit. We saw the GeneCops storm in and kill her.”
“And you think-a the GeneCops won’t-a answer to the Pavi?”
“He’s lying.”
“Then did you do it, Ms Sweet?”
“If I say yes, will you let Pavi go?”
The rebel looked at him then back at her. “No.” He approached her. “But you’re right. We have to leave someone alive. Call Luigi Largo back here and we’ll let you live. Between you and him, I’d rather you be on the throne.”
Amber sneered. “Right. Call him back so you can kill all three of us. I don’t think so.”
“Like you said, Ms Sweet, someone has to be on the throne or GeneCo will fall.”
Amber scoffed. “And you’ll let me live?”
“Did you kill Shilo Wallace?”
Her eyes darted to her brother. “No.”
“Then one of your brothers did it. And we don’t have to kill you.”
Amber was silent.
“Someone has to live, Ms Sweet. I’d rather it not be Luigi Largo. His temper is well-known throughout the island.”
“You’re not lying?”
“I have no reason to lie.”
Amber raised her watch to her face.
‘Calling Luigi Largo’. Echoed through the quiet room.
“What do you want?”
“Don’t come to GeneCo today. I don’t want to see your fucking face.” She ended the call.
“Fucking bitch.” A gunshot rang out.
Amber cried out in pain as she collapsed backwards into her chair.
“Sorella!” Pavi leapt towards the rebel.
Another gunshot rang out and Pavi crumpled to the ground.
“Brother!”
Pavi was gasping desperately on the ground.
Tears streamed down Amber’s face. “Pavi.” Her hands were clenched across her abdomen, red seeping through.
The carpet was rapidly turning red. Pavi convulsed for a moment then fell still.
“Brother!" Came Amber’s broken cry. “I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill all of you.”
The rebel pointed a gun to Amber’s head. “I gave you a chance, Ms Sweet. I wasn’t lying.”
“When Luigi finds out what you’ve done, he will destroy all of you. You will regret this.”
“Do you want to know a secret, Ms Sweet?” The rebel approached her and whispered something in her ear.
Amber’s eyes widened and she just stared at him. “Y…you’re lying.”
“I gave you a chance, Ms Sweet. You threw it away.”
“Y…You’re lying.”
“You had your chance.” The rebel pointed his gun at her and shot her once more.
Amber collapsed forward onto her desk. “Y…you…’re ly…ing…he…would…n’t…” Blood poured down the front of her desk, bright red and pulsing. “He…would…n’t…” She reached a hand out towards her brother. “P…pavi…” Her fingers twitched and then fell limp.
Luigi turned off the recording. He just stared at the black screen and could only see his face reflected through. That couldn’t be his reflection. Why did he look devastated? He got everything he wanted. This was everything he wanted.
“Don’t come to GeneCo today. I don’t want to see your fucking face.”
Everything he’s done was for GeneCo. All he wanted was GeneCo. He didn’t care about anything else. He didn’t want anything else. He didn’t care about anything else.
“Don’t come to GeneCo today. I don’t want to see your fucking face.”
This was everything he wanted. He got everything he wanted. He didn’t care about the cost. He’s spent his whole life working to get GeneCo. This was everything he wanted, everything he’s worked for.
“Don’t come to GeneCo today. I don’t want to see your fucking face.”
They hated each other. They were nothing more than competitors to each other. She took GeneCo from him. She would have ordered him dead if she had the chance. They were nothing to each other. They were-
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
Something clenched in his chest and he couldn’t breathe. No. He had to… They meant nothing to him. He didn’t care…
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
If his siblings died, it would be a plus. It would be a fucking plus.
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
They would choose themselves over him. He didn’t do anything different. He chose himself. He helped himself. He-
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
He fucked up. The pain in his chest tightened and he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He fucked up. He got his brother and sister killed. And for what? For GeneCo? He didn’t want this. They weren’t supposed to get hurt. He never expected… But the rebels were violent. He knew they were violent. He gave them guns. He knew what he expected. He should have expected this. He wanted this. He wanted this. He didn’t care about them. He-
A choked cry escaped his lips.
No. He wanted this. He planned for this. He wanted GeneCo, no matter the cost. His siblings dying were a plus. It was a fucking plus. This was what he wanted. It was everything he wanted.
“Call Luigi Largo back here and we’ll let you live.”
They were lying. They would have never let his sister go. His sister knew that. She was being smart. She was doing it for GeneCo. Someone had to sit on the throne. She was doing it for GeneCo.
“Someone has to live, Ms Sweet.”
She didn’t believe them. That’s why she did it. There was no other reason.
“Call Luigi Largo back here and we’ll let you live.”
They wouldn’t have let her live. They would have never let her live. She was the one they hated. They thought she killed Shilo. They would never have let her live.
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
She wouldn’t. Not for him. She wouldn’t have. She…
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
She…
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
She wouldn’t….
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
A shattered cry escaped his lips. He didn’t care. He wanted this. He wanted…
He fucked up.
He fucked up.
He never meant. Force her out of power. That was all they were supposed to do. Why was he so stupid to think they wouldn’t be violent? Why was he so naive to believe they’d let her live? He did this. He let them die. No. He killed them. He killed them.
*
“Luigi.”
Luigi’s eyes darted upwards then away. “Fuck off.”
There was a sigh and Dr Smith sat on the ground next to him.
When had he sat on the ground? He didn’t remember. Not that there was anywhere to sit. His office was in a mess. Glass littered the ground, furniture was broken.
“Luigi.” Dr Smith paused, “When my son died, I was-”
“Don’t.”
“Luigi, i understand things are-”
“I said, don’t.” He dropped his head in his hands. He didn’t want to think about this anymore. He didn’t want to think about what he’s done. He wanted this, he tried to remind himself. He wanted this.
“Luigi.”
“Nothing you say is going to fix this. Nothing you say is going to change the fact that I fucked up. Nothing is going to change anything.”
“This isn’t your fault, Luigi.”
A bitter laugh escaped Luigi’s throat. “Not my fault?”
“You can’t blame yourself for this.”
Luigi was on his feet. Glass crunched underneath his shoes. If any of them pierced through, he didn’t know, nor cared. “This is all me.”
“Luigi, don’t.”
“I instigated the rebels. I gave them guns and plans and a way to get into GeneCo. I killed Shilo Wallace and framed Amber. I did all this to have GeneCo. And I made sure I was far from GeneCo when it all happened. Go on then. Tell me this isn’t my fault.”
Dr Smith couldn’t look at him.
“TELL ME!” Please. Just give him an excuse, a reason. Let him pretend it wasn’t his fault. Let him pretend it was an accident. Just let him lie to himself.
Dr Smith was silent.
“No? I didn’t think so.” Luigi staggered out of the room. Was he drunker than he thought? Or was it the glass poking through his feet, causing blood red footprints to trail behind him? Or could his legs just not bear the thought of what he’s done?
He knew where he had to go. He knew what he had to do. He couldn’t face another moment of this guilt. He didn’t just get his siblings killed. He might as well have shot them himself. He did this. He did all of this.
He was standing on the ledge. He could feel the wind blow against his face. It felt cold. He felt cold.
“Luigi.” The voice was soft.
“I did this, I did all this for GeneCo. To hold GeneCo. If I do this, then everything has been for nothing. Their deaths would have been for nothing. GeneCo will fall.”
“Then don’t do this.”
“How?” His voice broke. “How do I live with myself after this? How do I get to tomorrow knowing what I’ve done?”
“I don’t know."
Luigi gripped his head. His legs couldn’t keep him upright. He lowered himself to the ledge, hands still clutched to his head. His chest twisted and his eyes burned. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t break down. He had to keep himself numb. He didn’t want to feel this. He didn’t want to feel anything. “Lie to me! Tell me this wasn’t my fault. Tell me I didn’t do anything wrong. Tell me.” Luigi’s voice broke and he gripped himself tighter. This was everything he wanted. This was…This was…
“I came to see you because I had something to report to you. There was evidence that your liquor had been tampered with. Your brother had been trying to poison you.”
Luigi froze and turned to Dr Smith. What was he saying? What was-
“There were documents in your sister’s office planning to oust you from the company. They were planning to stab you in the back.”
Luigi closed his eyes. Yes. That would work. If he believed, he just had to believe that. They meant nothing to each other. They hated each other. They were just competitors. They were trying to get rid of-
“Don’t come to GeneCo today.”
A cry escaped Luigi’s lips as he dug his nails into his scalp. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to think.
“Your father had a will written up. He was going to give GeneCo to you. But in the chaos, Amber paid the lawyers to lose the will and took GeneCo from you.”
Yes. She screwed him over. She fucking screwed him over. She deserved what she got. They both did. They got what they deserved. All for GeneCo. Everything was for GeneCo. It was the only thing that mattered. It will always be the only thing that mattered. “I’ll give you GeneCo. Then someone is on the throne. Then it won't fall. Then I can leave.”
“Then who will punish the rebels, Mr Largo? They murdered your sister in cold blood. They wanted money. They wanted power. They killed GeneCo employees and stole their IDs and snuck into the building. They killed Shilo Wallace and blamed Amber for it so the island would turn. They deserve to pay for it.”
Luigi’s hand shook. Yes. They killed his siblings. This was all them. It wasn’t him. He didn’t do anything wrong. He just took his leave from GeneCo. Then the rebels attacked. He couldn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t at GeneCo. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything wrong. “Burn them all.”
god not gonna lie one of the most emotionally destroying parts of that musical is a haunting reprise of ‘Brand New Day’ in ‘Everything You Ever’. one of Horrible’s gleeful villain songs (and one of my favourite songs in the musical) gets turned on its head as everything that Dr Horrible wants backfires despite being inducted into the Evil League of Evil.
(I really wanted to make this AMV from the very beginning due to the line in the song “Everything You Ever” that goes, “So you think justice has a voice” aaaaannnnnddd...Nanako is the Justice Arcana in P4! And, well, if you know the game/show, you’ll understand why she may not have a voice. And Adachi makes an interesting Dr. Horrible stand in)
