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// Epilogue 
// Story: Doctor Horrible is Adorable 
// by Scarlett Haze 
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	"So... that's it." I said into the camera. "I told Celestia that I was willing to stay here, as me." The background of my home was much better in comparison to the basement I had in the past, at least, I think so. "She did a spell and then... well, it was fuzzy, but I think I remember holding on to the camp cup? It was rather odd, because I thought that Cabin Cheer lost. Turns out, the counselors found out about every act that Gilda did in the camp, so when she stood up to accept the award, she was actually called out for what she did."

I nodded for a moment. "Didn't see her for awhile... except for just recently, I was helping ducks cross the street when she yelled at me. I knew that deep down I wanted to stand up for myself, but I was so upset that I ran crying." I paused for another moment, "I wonder if she even recognized me? I shouldn't be surprised if she didn't, I do tend to keep quiet and not interfere with much."

I gave a scratch at my chin when Angel poked his head up into the camera. "Oh, right! Moist went back home, turns out he didn't want to live his life as a widdle fuffy rabbit." I hugged Angel close as he initially tried to push away before reluctantly accepting his fate. "He still calls though, from time to time. Turns out that he's running the Henchman's Union! I'm really proud of him, even if he didn't really leave his life of henchman villiany, but at least its the closest to a government job."

I clicked my tongue and thought for a moment. "Right! Dashie! She's still one of the closest friends I've ever made, and thanks to her, I've made a few other friends in the town I live in! Well, I mean, I live on the edge of the town and its somewhat secluded by the Everfree Forest, but still, small steps."

I glanced around me for a moment before gripping the camera and moving it with me to a secluded area. The sound of descending steps could be heard for a moment and some readjustment to the camera as I reset it. I was downstairs in the basement of my home, a table set out with some vials of colored liquid and a window that cautiously peeked outside to the animal pen.

"The only issue is... well... old habits die hard..."