Rating: Alternate reality/universe, Violence, Blood/gore, Character death
It happened to be Halloween night of 1952. Twisty is sitting by the campfire and just visited by Edward Mordrake.
Edward: Please, remove your mask, or the next time won't be so polite.
Twisty, at first hesitant, slowly removes his mask and only to reveal his hideous and disfigured face.
Edward: Now, tell me your story.
Twisty, unable to do so, puts up his has to pause at Twisty.
Edward: Calm yourself, clear your mind and tell me.
Twisty: (from his mind) It was 1943...
Edward: Ah, the world in flames. People were in need of clowns and laughter.
Twisty: (from his mind) I was a Special Childrens Clown, at Rusty Westchester's Traveling Carnival. I made them laugh.
(Flashback of Twisty in 1943, he was making balloon animals for children and making them laugh)
Twisty: (from his mind) I loved the children, but not the freaks. They were mean.
(Flashback of two male dwarves conspiring to get rid of Twisty. Later, Twisty is coming out of his trailer and the two dwarves call him over.
Dwarf 1: Hey you, simpleton.
Dwarf 2: Come sit with us and have a smoke.
Twisty sits with him, and after taking a drag, chokes on the cigerette smoke.
Twisty: Burns my throat.
Dwarf 2: "It burns my throat" How come you talk so stupid?
Dwarf 1: Did your mama drop you on your head?
Twisty: How did you know that? It wasn't her fault. Too many cocktails.
The two dwarves laugh in his face, which Twisty took offensively.
Twisty: It wasn't so funny.
Dwarf 2: It was funny, alright.
Dwarf 1: Oh, and I hear you like to take advantage of the little kiddies.
Dwarf 2: And you take advantage of them, cause they think your a simpleton.
Twisty: Hey, I love the kids. I didn't do anything bad.
Dwarf 1: That's not what they say.
Dwarf 2: The cops are gonna put you in jail.
Twisty rises to his feat and becomes even more offensive.
Twisty: Nah, jail is for bad people. I'm a good person. Mama said so.
Dwarf 2: You hear that? I think the cops are coming.
Dwarf 1: You better scram, simpleton, and you better run extra fast.
After scaring off Twisty, he runs off into the woods.)
Edward: I never cared for dwarves. Power mad, really.
Twisty: (from his mind) Word travels fast in the carny circuit. I couldn't be a clown any more. So, I came back to Jupiter, but my mama had died.
(A flashback of Twisty in his trailer and making his own toys from garbage and then at the local toy store and trying to sell his whirligigs.
Clerk: The kids are not gonna go for these.
Twisty: (picks up another toy) I bet this would be a big hit with the kiddies.
Clerk: I said no.
Twisty, grabs a toy, and tries to hand it to a kid in the toy store.
Twisty: Hey kid, isn't this your favorite toy? I know better, than anyone else, what kids want.
Clerk: Stay away from him. You're the twisted type that does stuff to kids.
Twisty: That's a lie. That's a very bad lie.
Twisty, getting defensive, wrecks a shelf of toys out of anger.
Twisty: (shouts) I'm a good person!
Clerk: Get out of here, or I'll call the police.
Twisty, walks out of the store, in tears. Back in his trailer, he holds a shotgun in his mouth.
Twisty: (from his mind) I thought, I am so dumb, I can't even kill myself.
After pulling the triger, Twisty is seen later with a bandage around his face and is looking into a mirror.
Twisty: (from his mind) Then I had one good idea.
Later, is shown at a Freak Show and is wearing a creepy-looking mask over his disfigured face. Even then, he is rejected, and goes mad)
Twisty: (from his mind) The children forgot that they loved me. The freaks were stealing them just like before.
Edward: And the children?
Twisty: (from his mind) I saved them from the freaks. (shouts) The evil, mean freaks! (calms down) I put on a funny show for them and gave them candy. I am a good clown.
Edward: I have met many, a craven killer, but you made the demon weep.
Twisty: (from his mind) I don't understand.
Edward: Stand up, Clown.
Edward demanded. Twisty stood up and Edward's demon side, stabs Twisty to death with a dagger, and Twisty falls over dead.
He wakes up in a completely different place. Different bed, different bedroom, it was all disorienting. As he sat up, he notices that he's still in his clown suit, and his chest hurt from where he had been stabbed. But, there was no blood. A big and strong man, also bald, approaches him. The image, looking blurry to the twisted clown, then rubs his eyes as the strong man sits at the foot of the bed.
Dell: Wakey, wakey, Mr Clown.
Twisty: Who are you? And how did I get here?
That's when Twisty wasn't sure if he spoke with his mind, like he did with the mysterious man, or he really is able to. The man in front of him, surely isn't freaking out, so Twisty reaches up and feels his face.
Dell: (confused, concerned) Is something wrong?
Twisty: (overwhelmed) My face, it's back. I can talk again.
Dell: Something you wanna mention?
Twisty: No, but you didn't answer me.
Twisty states, still feeling his face.
Dell: (sighs) Well, I'm Dell Toledo, your brother.
Twisty tries not to laugh, just remembering, that he doesn't have a brother.
Twisty: I don't remember, having a brother, or mama would have mentioned that to me.
Dell: Well, you do tempt to forget things, since you've been dropped on your head.
Twisty: (sudden sadness) I didn't mean to forget you. But, how did I get here?
Dell: What do you remember?
Twisty scoots closer to Dell, as if he was going to tell him a secret.
Twisty: There was this guy, who asked to hear my story, then he stabbed me in the chest. (placing his hand on his chest) I felt the pain, I passed out, but then I wake up here.
Dell: Well, if your chest hurts, thank the fortune teller at the Freak Show. She read you, your future, and she punched you in the chest, for calling her a fraud. (chuckles) Sure knocked the wind, out of you, big brother.
Twisty: I don't remember that. And I wouldn't insult anyone. I can't even defend myself.
Dell: Well, you certainly surprised me.
Twisty gets up and follows Dell, out of the fancy bedroom, and down the hall. On his way there, he checks out his surroundings, which is familiar to a mansion. After going down the curled stairs, following Dell into another room. Now in the dining room, he meets someone familiar.
Twisty: You, what the heck are you doing here? At least, I know, that I'm not going crazy.
Apparently, the twisted clown points over at Dandy Mott, the spoiled rich man from his memories.
Dandy: You know me, clown. I'm Dandy Mott, your only friend, and I'm sure you're familiar with my home.
Of course, Twisty thought. He never knew Dandy's name, til now. And the mansion. He never actually got a good look at it, until now.
Twisty: I remember you, now. Your mama introduced us, right?
Dandy: Of course. I'll never forget that moment.
Dandy, approaching Twisty, and taking him aside from his brother and talks low.
Dandy: I can't forget our first murder, can you? I wanted a certain toy for my son, from Hanley's Toy Store, and you bashed Hanley with your juggling pin, when he gave us a hard time. Remember that? Of course, leave it to me, to get rid of the body.
Twisty: (appalled) I certainly don't remember that. I wouldn't kill anyone and I didn't know you had a son.
Dandy: Oh yes, he's eight, and we make quite the murderous team.
Twisty: I can't believe I killed someone for you.
Dandy: And you don't hesitate to do so.
Twisty looks over at Dell, who has his arms folded, then looks back over to Dandy.
Twisty: Does my brother know about what we do?
Dandy: Not really, no. It's our little secret.
Twisty backs away slowly, away from Dandy, going back over to Dell.
Twisty: Dell, right? I think we need to talk.
Dell: Sure, what about?
Twisty: Can we go outside? I could really use the fresh air.
Dell: Sure thing, man.
Twisty, feeling concerned about himself, follows Dell outside and walks around in garden. Both Dell and Twisty has questions about each other.
Dell: What did you wanna talk about? You sound freaked out.
Twisty: You would too, after what I've just learned, about myself.
Dell: What is something that Dandy told you?
Twisty: Be honest with me. Am I evil? Do I enjoy hurting others?
Twisty asks, as he folds his arms, waiting for an answer from Dell.
Dell: (sighs) Well, let's put it this way. You would never hurt anyone, that didn't have it coming, that's for sure.
Twisty: Listen to me. I'm not like that. I'm a good person and mama always told me so.
Dell is trying not to laugh, which confuses Twisty.
Twisty: What's so funny?
Dell: You're no saint, that's for sure. You kicked asses, and took names, for all I know. You have a temper, and made sure people regretted, called you "stupid".
Twisty: (swallows hard) Did I kill anyone?
Dell: Not that I know of. And you better not. We don't need cops around here.
Twisty looks down, at his feet, realizing he's still wearing a clown suit. He wonders if he's still a clown.
Twisty: Am I a clown?
Dell: You certainly, don't dress like that, for no reason.
Twisty: Is Dandy a clown, too?
Dell: Let's put it this way. You two are funny to watch.
Then Dell walks off, before Twisty could say anything, living him to contimplate this unusual life. He thinks to himself, he's a bad person, and he's killed people. He has a brother and he has a bad temper. Not the self he has grown up to be. It was like, the good person who grew up to be, no longer exists. If he had died, and given a second chance, he must redeem himself as much as possible. But, if he has to blend into this reality, he might as well get to know this other side of him.
Twisty goes back inside the mansion, to go back into the dining room, where Dandy is having a drink from a glass.
Twisty: Look, Dandy. It's clear that I can't remember much, since the fortune teller. Perhaps, you and whoever can help me remember some more stuff.
Dandy: Look, clown. You had me worried for a while. I'll be happy to help find your marbles for ya.
Twisty: I appreciate it, Dandy. You're a good friend.
And then playfully slaps Dandy in the shoulder.
Twisty: So, other than being a clown, what else do you do?
Dandy: Nothing much, really. Oh, and I'm working on a few torture devices, for those who cross us.
Twisty: Well, I hope that works out for you.
Later that day, in the evening, Twisty is in his new bedroom and looking out the window. Dell enters his room.
Dell: Ready to get to know, the rest of your family?
Twisty: (sighs) I'm delighted.