AN : I kinda love the HOTC/TDR, and I thought about an insane AU : What if Baby had an adopted sister? And what if they adopted a starving drifter? Let's find out... And this last child? Well, he's insane, a genius, and a super soldier that managed to escape... The second coming of Jack the Ripper... Only much more sane...

Disclaim : Rob Zombie does own all the characters, but this is kinda of a story I've wrote for fun...

Disclaim 2 : I don't really like OCs, so consider this kind of a trial to break off my bonds. Only THIS time though! As the two OC will have their own arc at first, then they'll be less relevant... I promise.

The fateful meeting of John and Cutter

Late summer of 1965

Ruggsville, Texas

Captain Spaulding's Museum

Cutter was bored out of his skin. No customers, no robbers, no sheriffs. Not long ago, his family adopted a boy with no name, he took the name of one of Graucho's characters, Otis B. Driftwood. Little did he know that his family will have two more members within a year...

As he sat bored out of his mind and skin, a tall, broad shoulders and chest, very muscular man no older than in his twenties arrived. The man's clothes were ragged, dusty, his face was kinda handsome, his muscles structure make him at least play in the two hundred seventy to three hundred pounds, and his height of six feet six inches makes him almost a giant. His eyes were the most terrifying thing Cutter had ever seen. Dark, like he was dead inside. His eyes had a shade between blue and green, mostly blueish though, his hair was blonde, and so was his stubble.

"Hello mister, can I have some food please? I hadn't eaten a thing for a week at least." The man almost begged the clown who shook his head as the man's stomach rumbled.

"How about you take some fried chicken before you pass out?" Cutter said as he handed the man a bag of fried chicken wich was gone within a few seconds.

"I owe you my life Mister.. I suppose Spaulding?" The man asked before he introduced himself, "Where's my manners at? I'm John. John Doe."

Spaulding just Laughed his ass out before he raised an eyebrow like ha was saying, 'Are you for real?'

"This is the first Name I have, I never had any if you catch my meaning..." John replied, "Er, you got somewhere I can find... Cozy and nice for someone who never had anyone to care about?"

"Hmmm... I suppose my family's house. I'm closing anyways. So, what brings you to this neck of the wood?" Cutter asked John who sighed...

"I'm NOT supposed to answer that I am but a ghost roaming? A dead man walking so to speak?" The taller man asked Spaulding who laughed.

"I guess? So do you have anyone? Family or friends or relatives?" Spaulding asked John who shook his head 'No'...

"All of them are dead. I'm no saint, but I'm no devil either." John replied as he sighed, "But there's always many who had been flipped off by life itself, no?"

"I guess you're right..." Cutter replied as he sighed while remembering his family, especially the maniac Otis.

The rest of the trip was silent and uneventful. Then they arrived.

"Here we are son. Home sweet home. How about you stay and help me out for a little while?" Cutter asked and John grinned.

"Hell yeah. I have nothing to do for now, so..." The taller man got in and for a little while, he felt dwarfed by Rufus.

"Who are you?" Rufus asked John who smiled.

"John Doe. A dead man walking. Nice to meet you!" John extended his hand to Rufus who shooked it.

"Name's Rufus." The taller man replied.

"So, who's the cute boy, Spaulding?" Mama Firefly known as Eve asked her lover as he laughed.

"Just a lost predator who might find his place among us..." Cutter replied as Otis for once, studied the man before he shook his head off.

"I'm Otis, but I may call you big fool." Otis slapped the man on the back who laughed...

"Only if I call you little fool." John laughed as Otis fumed and went to hit him many times. Despite that, the younger man never flinched, not even once.

"Are you made of iron or something?" Cutter asked as John laughed and replied silently, 'No'..

Soon, a giant of a man over seven and a half feet tall got in. John looked at the giant and felt... Sympathy? Could he feel something like that for someone who'd never met before?

"Well, perfect timing, Tiny." Eve said with a grin. "Please excuse my son, he dosen't hear so much. He also get a little shy around new persons, but he'll warm up to you."

"Who did that to him?" John spoke in a very dangerous tone that promissed extended suffering to whoever did this to the giant.

"His father once flipped. Earl wasn't really a bad man, but one day he went insane and tried to burn the house while Tiny was sleeping in the basement. He got badly burned and we almost lost him..." Mama Firefly said as she wrote to Tiny to get Grampa and Baby.

"I see. Well, can I kill him slower than a month?" John asked only for Otis to glare at him.

"The fuck's your problem?" Otis asked John who glared back.

"Earl is. He burned Tiny, an innocent guy when he was sleeping, and none of you took his pound of flesh?" John asked as he almost exploded, "I mean, it's not my business, but Tiny's eyes are so innocent, unlike you Otis, sorry man, no disrespect, we all have our secrets, meaning he is definitely a good and decent boy..."

"I already beaten the shit and vomit out of that asshole." Cutter replied. John nodded at the interruption. He noticed that Rufus and Mama looked at him differently...

"Okay, so, er, can I stay here for a little while please? I mean, I have no one, and I am No One..." John asked as Otis raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, what's your story kid?" Cutter asked John who sighed..

"It's complicated, and I don't think any of you will look at me the same if he knows... Also, let's say that I never had it easy..." John said as he finally noticed an old man and a fifteen years old girl.

"Oh, why it's Baby and Grampa Hugo. Baby, Dad, this is john." Mama Firefly introduced as John smiled and waver at the old man and the teen.

"Oh, so what's your story?" Baby asked cheerfully.

"I really want to tell you, but out of respect for elderly, and the young, I can't talk about it..." John said.

"No worries kid, I've seen it all. So, do you smoke or something?" Hugo asked the man who laughed in sorrow.

"I got the lighter alright, but not the cigs..." John replied only for Otis to throw a pack of cigarettes at him. John caugh it without turning, showing the reflexes of a soldier.

"Are you a fucking pig or a soldier?" Baby asked John who sighed and asked Mama for permission to smoke. An ashtray was found near him as the smokers lit their cigarettes and he begun talking about his past...

"You see, I never had any luck to know who my parents are. Mom died delivering me, and dad died thanks to cancer. I had only a letter delivered by the doctor who delivered me. I had to survive ever since the orphanage kicked me out, and I had to find jobs to survive and to find a way to live. Until I was fourteen that's it. I was six feet tall and muscular enough to pass for a young man, so I volenteered in the army, took many missions, I had friends, but one by one, they died. Then they found out I was underage, so they kicked me out. I went to the Air force, completed my training, and I was diagnosed as unstable. Got kicked out. Went to a goverment facility, they used me as a test subject, then I escaped after I faked my death. There's my life story within a cigarette's lifespan..." John told his full story.

"I heard about it. There were this incident that talked about a lab exploding..." Cutter begun, "They were using you as a test subject? And the results?"

"It fucking worked, but they didn't know. Amateurs. So, I killed them and it felt... Not bad." John grinned.

"Not bad? Wasn't it a fucking bliss?" Baby asked as he shook his head no.

"I killed a lot Baby girl, I stopped counting after the two hundreds, and I lost a lot of good men, a lot." Doe replied before he turned to Mama, "We all have tragedies, if we aren't, we have more than the Devil's luck..."

"Say, how about you become my son?" Mama asked John.

"Can I call you the one word I never said to anyone? Mom?" John asked as no one seemed to object.

"Only if you call me Dad!" Cutter replied with glee.

"This will earn my gratitude." John replied.

"Welcome to the fucking family." Hugo replied.