A/N : Hey all, first AHS fic here so I'm hoping it's good! This is my take on Freak Show. A lot of people are complaining that this season had so much potential but ended up being one of the weakest seasons of American Horror Story, hence my take on the season. So just for clarification, You'll read about characters that have been in Freak Show. I'm not going to introduce new characters (aside from a few minor one's maybe) and no one's safe from now on. People are going to die *evil laughter along with thunder here*.
Elsa's freak show, 1952
"No."
"Yes, you're what we're looking for!" "Really Mrs. Mars?" "No, next."
Elsa couldn't help herself here and burst out laughing. "Really? Is that supposed to impress me? We need talent! Art! We need freaks! I'm not looking for magicians, clowns or ventriloquists. I'm looking for Earth's own monsters! What is so difficult to understand about that?" She spoke with a thick German accent.
Her name was Elsa Mars. She was raised in Germany but after the inflation and the horrible job market she had decided to move to Florida. Organizing her own freak show seemed like a perfect money-making opportunity. Freak show's were rapidly disappearing in America, where would those poor souls go? A boy came walking in her judging room. Lobster hands, not all that common, but not all that impressive either. She took her pen and started writing down his details. "Name?" She asked without looking away from her paper.
"Jimmy, Jimmy Darling." The boy said. Elsa could tell he was insecure. "Tell me, Jimmy, is this your first freak show audition?" She asked, still keeping her eyes on the paper in front of her. "Y-yes ma'm." Elsa nodded and looked the boy straight in his eyes. "Good, you're going to tell me about your 'hands' or whatever you want to call them and I'm going to judge if you are worthy, ja?"
Jimmy nodded. "Well, had them all my life. Was born with them, didn't ask for them. They've helped me earn a livin' but I'm looking for something new, something bigger." Elsa nodded. "It appears you've come to the right place. You may walk further, Jimmy." "Oh, uhm, actually, miss Mars? I've brought my momma along, hope you didn't mind." Elsa noticed that a woman had also entered the room. She was….big, and also bearded. "And what might your name be?" She asked. "Ethel Darlin', you must be Elsa?" "Yes." Elsa replied, she licked her lips. "Both of you may join. You may join yourself with the others. "
She walked away from her desk and entered the room she had just sent the Darlings to. "You, my liebschen, will be the cast of," She pulled the curtain away. Behind was a huge sign that said "Fraulëin Elsa's Cabinet of Curiosities." The cast applauded. "Now my liebschen, you might not like each other all the time, but you must remember that we are a family. You don't get to pick your family outside, neither do you get to pick your family here. Am I clear?" They all nodded. "You will now be given time to inspect the trailers and pick one you like."
Mott residence, 1952
"Mom! I want to join!" Dandy screeched. "No you don't." Gloria replied calmly. "Mother, why can't you just understand me?" "Oh, but I do." She walked over towards her son and caressed his cheek. "I do all too well, I'm your mother. Now I get that new opportunities might seem like a good idea, but look around you. All you could ever want is right here. Why throw that all away for a bunch of 'freaks' right? Now go finish breakfast." She said as she calmly walked back to her chair.
Dandy looked in his mother's eyes for a few seconds before throwing the plate against the wall. "Oh dear." Gloria replied. There was a tone of absence in her voice, like physically she was here but mentally she was somewhere else. Gloria ringed the bell that had been placed on the white table. "Dora! Dora! Dandy had a little accident!" She shouted down the hall. In came Dora, who was the maid in the residence. Out of all the people Dandy couldn't stand, Dora was number one. There had been plenty of times Dora tried to tell Gloria about the problems her son had, but Gloria wouldn't hear any of it. "No, he just gets a little angry sometimes." Or "No, my darling Dandy wouldn't do that." Were her usual responses.
There had been one time though, where Gloria had actually slapped Dora for making a ridiculous statement, the 'Geller' incident. A while ago, Dandy, Gloria and Dora had been living in a different mansion, close to New York. Their neighbors were the Geller family. They had just moved from Europe to what they described would be 'The Promised Land'. They had a beautiful, beautiful daughter, Melinda. Dandy had interest in the girl, and like all other times expected her to fully cooperate with whatever Dandy suggested but Melinda showed no interest. Dandy had been careless that time, Dora was cleaning the windows opposite of the yard and had witnessed the accident through the windows of the house, Dandy had sliced the throat of Melinda. Absolutely horrified Dora hurried toward Gloria and accused her son of being a killer. Gloria had threatened to fire Dora, had slapped her and had said that if she ever made an accusation like that again she would get fired. Dora knew however, that somewhere Mrs. Mott knew what her son had done because shortly after the incident they had moved in this place.
"What did he do this time?" Dora complained. "The plate accidently slipped and hit the wall, Dora. Could you clean up?" Mrs. Mott asked. Dora gave a mean look towards Dandy and brushed the remaining plate of the carpet. "Accidently, right." She mocked in the process.
Alabama, Georgia, 1952
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"I'm always thinking what you're thinking."
"Oh yeah, right, but I feel like we should give it a go."
"It's a long drive, people will stare."
"People always stare, I don't like that."
"We're freaks, of course they will. It's something you need to get used to."
"So we should try it?"
"I didn't say that."
"Technically, you didn't say anything."
"I didn't 'think' that."
"It sounds promising though."
"We'll see." Bette and Dot concluded.