This story will not follow the exact storyline of Freak Show but will have many references to different scenes. Hope you enjoy! Comments and thoughts are always welcome!
I've always loved the thought of Dandy, Edward and Twisty together, which led me to starting this story and developing an idea of how Dandy ended up in Edward Mordrake's dead freak posse. This, of course, will continue on after "Curtain Call".
Ch. 1- Is This What Hell Looks Like?
He feels it filling up his lungs. His breath escapes him and his conscience goes black. No thoughts build up anymore in his mind. Quickly, the world around him starts to disappear and moments after he is finally at peace. His lifeless body floats, no more emotion to be shown. Hours pass, his body starts to bloat and his skin turns to grey. No pain to ever come his way again. Dandy Mott, the once lively, psychotic freak, now hovers dead in a hard, plastic case of old, cloudy water.
"Poor, unfortunate soul," the voice of none other than Edward Mordrake muttered, standing in front of the box that withholds the body of the motionless figure, with his dead freak followers standing behind. Twisty the clown at his side, looks over to the confined man that he once knew. He gives a concerned stare and glances at Edward.
"He belongs with us. Another damned soul…" Edward stated without even a side glance towards Twisty. He kept his deep blue eyes glued to Dandy. Slowly but surely the man with two faces walked even closer to the dead body in the tank, taking each step at a slow pace up to the stage and once at his destination he, with caution, touched the side of it. He circled the enclosed case steadily with his gloved hand drifting across the borders.
"How do you suppose we get him out of there? He's coming with us, right?" Twisty asked anxiously, still in the same spot, watching Mordrake circle death.
"There is where the problem lays. I did not kill him, so I must find a way to take his spirit back with us somehow."
A silence filled the tent in which the unholy spirits occupied. Being Halloween once again, Edward Mordrake was summoned back onto freak grounds after he found out about the "performance" Dandy gave, shooting up every one of Elsa's monsters around and then, in turn, the freaks' performance on Dandy himself as well, drowning him in Houdini's escape tank. Mordrake knew Dandy Mott was a dark soul. He was everything but normal and was destined to live his afterlife with others just like himself; deranged individuals who will never learn their lesson. The one's who have enough pain in their hearts to cause the demon to weep.
"Come," Edward began, turning his head toward his dead troop of freaks. "We must break this case," he finished with a wicked smirk.
The group of walking dead oddities searched around for blunt objects to crack open the container filled with grimy, aged water. Each one picked up different types of rocks and stones found in the dirt and trudged over to where Edward was standing.
"I want this man out of this contraption," Edward stated.
The clan of spirits, including Twisty, surrounded the tank and began banging on the sides as hard as their dead hands could let them with the instruments they picked up. All done without one word spoken. Soon enough cracking noises were heard and crevices were visible. It wasn't before long when the whole thing fell apart, dropping Dandy's pale body to the ground as water rushed out, flooding the dirt beneath them all. The group of living death immediately backed away and allowed space for the doing of Edward Mordrake. Twisty backed himself up next to Edward once more, but kept his eyes locked on the dead body lying in front of him the whole time. Edward's so called "evil twin", the one known as the demon face, began whispering words inaudible to everyone but Edward. The tall, dark dressed fellow listened and nodded. He pulled out his dagger and headed to the young man's stiff body. Once he arrived at Dandy's side, he kneeled down and put one leather hand on the boy's shiny, bare chest. The other hand was raised steadily in the air, holding the sharp weapon. With one quick, swift movement the pointed dagger was plunged into Dandy's non-beating heart. A loud gasp was let out as the rich kid's once still body rapidly sat up and began to cough. Edward silently stood up and put out his hand. Dandy, still in a coughing fit and now spitting up water, noticed the gesture and once he regained himself, looked up at Edward. He gave a face of absolute confusion.
"What is this? What's going on?" he asked, looking down at his bare body and then around at his surroundings.
"You're dead, my friend. You've passed on to the other side and now you must come with us. No need to tell me anything. I already know your story and your deepest pains. The clown here told me everything," Edward spoke softly, still extending his hand to the young man.
Dandy had only just noticed that Twisty was standing there as well just after Edward had pointed him out.
"…clown. I remember you," Dandy started, studying the familiar clown face of Twisty, who in turn did not say anything. All he did was smile and nod at the kid. "Your silence is still utterly provocative," Dandy added with a small smirk after realizing that Twisty was not going to say anything in response.
"Now, get up. Take my hand and come with us," Edward interfered, extending his hand further down, closer to Dandy.
Dandy did what he was told and grabbed the ghost's hand, but had one concern.
"How do you expect me to go anywhere without any clothing?"
"You are dead. It matters not what you are wearing, or in this case, not wearing. It only matters that you are hear with us now and that you will finally be free of all your deepest sorrows," Edward pointed out.
Dandy, being who he was, tried to put up an argument about the while situation, claiming that he couldn't die and that this was all some sort of Halloween trick to try and scare him. Edward easily ignored it though and proceeded to move forward, swiftly walking past the freakish group toward the tent's opening with his cane by his side and his cape flowing behind each stride. The others followed, still with no words to come out of their mouths, and Twisty was guiding Dandy along the way. Dandy still wasn't sure what was happening but he felt much different than he did before. He wasn't suffering, per se. If this was really an afterlife, he was shocked. Dandy never expected to actually cross over after death. Before leaving him to drown, Bette and Dot were standing right in front of him expressing their hate, telling him that he was going straight to Hell. Was this what Hell looked like?
This chapter basically served as an opening to the whole story. I do plan on going into the character's personalities and developing them much more. I also hope to write longer chapters in the future to cover more grounds and really develop the plot.
Disclaimer: I do not own American Horror Story or any of the characters involved.