Introduction:

I am a God.

People seem to give me the most peculiar looks when I say that. They don't understand. The twins were my last chance at happiness. Mother was planning on killing me, Dora irritated me to no end, Regina turned me in, a Freakshow turned me away, my only friend was a killer clown who died, and the twins. How could we possibly forget what they did to me? Dot stomped all over my heart and Bette... oh Bette. Bette loves me. She really loves me! But Dot is preventing us from being together.

I don't understand what I did to them. Sure my methods were not conventional. I paid Dot to laugh at my jokes. I showed them both affection and introduced them to new cuisines, new cultures. All I really want is love. Real, deep, true love. I thought I had that. Bette made my heart bloom. She taught me that there is more out there than just the darkness I constantly feel inside. My heart was empty before her. She had me convinced we were going to get married and have little babies. I would have never wanted any of that without her... and then she took it all away. She took it all in the blink of an eye. She left me. Now, all that is left is the darkness.

Chapter 1:

This morning, I went downstairs to meet the Korean maid. I didn't like her, but she did her job well enough. I sat at my usual spot but when I looked down, my bottle was empty.

"MAID!" I yelled.

She came running in, all 5 feet of her.

"Yes, Mr. Mott?" she said.

"Are you stupid? Where is my drink and WHY IS NOT IN THIS BOTTLE?!"

"Oh. I am very sorry, Mr. Mott. Let me get that for you. I deeply apologize." she said.

"Now you're making me feel bad! God! Look, I'm sorry. It's not you. It's just that Bette broke my heart and it's been rather difficult letting that go." I said, calmly.

"This Bette made a terrible mistake, Mr. Mott. You are a true catch. Let me grab your breakfast." she said, smiling.

I smiled back. I was starting to not entirely hate this maid. She didn't sass me like Dora. But she was too stupid to fill my bottle before I got downstairs.

She came back with a tray of food. She lifted the lid for me. To my surprise, she had everything correct. My eggs made organic and scrambled with just a touch of goat cheese, my filet mignon being cooked rare, all tropical fruits, and caviar from the Caspian Sea with a side of water crackers.

"Thank you. You may prepare yourself breakfast now, maid." I said.

I grabbed the newspaper while I ate. The front page made me smile. It read: Psycho killer on the loose kills teenage couple in parking lot. I smiled knowing my work was being acknowledged. As I put another bite of filet mignon in my mouth, I thought of my last accomplishment. It was just a few days ago. I had been having a rough night thinking of Bette, and mother. Then I began to remember my one true friend, the person who fully understood me, the clown. I still had the mask but that wasn't enough. I needed the skull to create the clowns truly amazing look. I put on the mask, slicked my hair back, and created a newer, sleeker outfit. One complete with a bag just like the clowns... except cleaner. I used some of mothers makeup. I looked better than the clown in no time. I was, and continue to be, perfect. Then I went out. I drove myself to a parking lot where I noticed two young people making love in a car. I grabbed my knife and sat there, preparing myself in the shadows. They got out of the car and that is when I attacked. I grabbed the Tupperware from my bag and gathered as much blood as I could. Then I set fire to them and ran as the car exploded. I got back into my car and drove away.

Even now, just thinking of my accomplishment, leaves me with a feeling inside better than any feeling Bette provided. I finished my breakfast and called to the maid to take it away. I went upstairs and grabbed the flyer from my bed. Freakshow tryouts were today. Tryouts. They wouldn't let me in, but they would hold tryouts. I got a wicked idea.

I would go to those tryouts. I would go as a clown. I would become a performer. That's how I would get close to Bette again. That's how I would kill Jimmy. I got my clown outfit out and began to get ready. This was going to be one hell of a performance.