I don't own any of the characters from House of 1000Corpses/The Devil's Rejects and I'm making no money off this. Comments/suggestions are welcome.The story probablywould make more sense after reading my stories Seed of Evil and Son of Otis.

--Summer, 1991--

The thin man blinked his eyes...had he finally lost what little shred of sanity he'd posessed? There was his son, the boy he'd never met standing before him, and the boy's mother, the love/loathing of his life, Stacy Robins. Or was it Driftwood? Did it matter? Family must stick together, after all. They were both happy to see him, mother and son both rawboned and big though not ungainly. The boy had his quickness and grace and pale, pale hair and complexion, he could see.

Then all of a sudden about eight cheerleaders appeared and instead of wanting to cut, rip and violate them he wanted to take them out for ice cream...which he did. After that they all took turns sucking and fucking him and that was quite groovy, that is until he got up and passed by a mirror.

gasp He was short-haired, with not a scar on him, and clean cut! Fuckballs!

"AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH," he screamed like a bitch.

"Hey, hey, HEY," chastised a familiar female voice. "What the livin' fuck is goin on, Otis?"

Otis opened drowsy eyes and looked about the room, still a bit sleep-addled. "Holy shit," he smacked his lips. He'd fallen asleep in the room Stacy used to sleep in when she stayed with the Fireflys.

"What's with all the squealin," Baby asked again, forehead knotted with worry. Like her dear ma, she'd slipped into the role of mother and matriarch with ease and gusto.

Sitting up, the lean killer scratched his belly absent-mindedly with his metal hand. "Aw, nuthin. A dream."

"Nightmare?"

"Hmmm..about 50/50," he replied, wishing she'd drop it.

"Well," she said thoughtfully. "I need ta talk to yew, Otis."

Dear God, can't she just leave him alone? No wonder he spent all his time in the underground tunnels.

"Well, it's Travis, he's been mopin' about and the circus has come up to Red Deer..."

The man sighs. "And?"

"And I thought it would be a good idea if you two went. Yanno, had some quality time. You haven't spent much time with 'im, after all. It'd be good for the both o' you."

"I ain't got squat in common with the crazy idiot child! He's more queer than a three dollar bill, in case you haven't noticed."

"He's my son so of FUCKIN course I know how he is, but he's your nephew Otis and you've been neglectin' him! Now git on outta here and take my gay son wi' ye!" She delivered a kick to his backside which sent him scrambling and casting dirty looks back at her.

"Can I come," asked Lilith hopefully, following close on her adored 'uncle's' heels. The fourteen-year-old was filling out already but still had that coltish youthfulness and exuberance. The girl's tits were already bigger than her mother Vera-Ellen's, it seems the teenager was going to be stacked like a brick shithouse. "I wanna go!"

"No you cannot," called Baby from upstairs. "You let yer brother go have a good time with Otis, now."

"Awwww," she whines, then blows a stray strand of strawberry-blonde hair out of her cherubic face. Otis reaches an arm around her widening shoulders and gives her a quick squeeze, which told her he hadn't completely abandoned her. Lily's biological father had been a big hoss of a man and the brother of Stacy, onetime lover of Otis. The only one who'd survived to birth a child far from the demented clan's reach.

Otis found Travis swinging on a grape vine out back, landing with a thud and a grunt then scrambling back up the tree again. It was a way to work out his frustrations. "C'mon Travis, we're goin to the circus up at Red Deer." He'd put on a long sleeved shirt to cover his artificial arm and a hat to shield his sensitive eyes. Ugh, he hated the midday sun.

"Woo, cool," the eleven year old boy declared, half-falling down the tree. He was slender and dark-haired with nicely tanned skin, but otherwise looked very much like his mother. He had her blue-green eyes and her build, and he was entirely the opposite of the hypermasculine Otis. He'd make a nice looking, well-shaped man someday, but there was marked feminine qualities to him. It didn't help that he would wear his sister's clothing and mother's makeup. At least right now he was acting like a normal boy, Otis thought to himself.