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Don't worry- The Handy part of Mime/Handy will be explained here.

And his is a rare story: Don't expect anymore TToG, Demons and deformities don't belong in HTF.

Handy WAS there when Mime preformed his miracles. The thing is, he was dead when he smothered Flippy and rescucitated the hobo. Although, he wouldn't believe it if he saw it. A prank. That was all it was. There is no magic. Those who pray are sadly mistaken.

Handy sat at the diner table, staring off into space, slumped over his cup of joe. The opening door let in a small breeze, which sent the straw tracing the rim of the mug. Religion was just an idea that gave it's creators and posterity an edge over diseases and enemies. Miracles are accidents perceived as an act of God. But, then, why Mime?

Petunia walks over carrying a plate of pancakes and bacon. She looks at the worker's vacant expression. In a soft voice, a wake-up-honey voice, she asks, "Is this seat taken?"

The Beaver jumps (also giving Petunia a fright), and he turns his head to see Petunia, a bit startled by his reaction, with his tray of breakfast. For a moment, the two stand frozen in time, until Handy gives a bewildered half-smile, "Uh...No it's not taken."

"Are you alright, Handy? You seem worried." Petunia asks, sitting herself next to Handy. Handy puts a knife in his mouth, and begins pecking at the pancake with the tip of the blade.

He spits the knife out onto a napkin, and shakes his head. "Do you believe in miracles?" He says, looking into Petunia's eyes. They were hesitant, almost nervous.

"I'll believe one if I see it." she smiles. She pauses for a moment, and turns to Handy. "Is it about Mime?" His eyes widen like saucers, and his pupils stare deep into Petunia's eyes. He stands up, and taps a custom-built money dispenser. Out fall some Two exit the booth, and Handy smiles, while still frankly unnerved.

"I'll see you later, Petunia." The beaver says, exiting the diner.


Handy glances around. A dark, damp alley in the crappy side of town, where rats are scurrying everywhere. Movement draws his attention to a dumpster within arms length of Handy (if he had them). The lid rises slowly, revealing four eyes staring directly at the out of place amputee. Handy glances down at his hammer, then back at the eyes.

The Lid swings open fully, revealing two green raccoons, Shifty and Lifty. "Hola Lieutenant Dan! We're here as planned." Shifty smirks, brushing some rubbish off his shoulder in Handy's direction. The beaver leaps out of the way to dodge it.

"Do you have it all set up?" Handy asks, giving the two a thorough look-over.

"Yeah. Do you have the money?" Shifty asks, glancing around for an eavesdroppers. Handy strikes the money dispenser on his belt again, and the coins fall to the floor and begin rolling away. Lifty leaps from the trashcan, greedily grabbing each coin as they roll by.

Handy looks down condescendingly at the desperation of the raccoon. "If I didn't know you two better, I'd think you have no dignity." he scoffs. "Now it's dusk, he's walking home from the circus. Coax him into the trap."

The Twins give their signature snicker, and disappear in the shadows.


Mime walks cautiously home from the circus, Hoping not to draw to much attention to himself. For a circus preformer, one would assume Mime could tolerate the Spotlight. It wasn't the spotlight that worried Mime. Being an amuzing circus clown was very different from being A John Coffey or Aslan the Lion. Being a Messiah to people meant someone was going to be violently opposed to me. He could compile a list of miraculous people who were unjustly killed: John Lennon, MLK Jr., Jesus, Larry Underwood, Jimi Hendrix, Godzilla...

Four hands grab his shoulders, and the clown leaps a clear foot in the air. "Hey Don't freak Pennywise the Clown! It's us, Shifty and Lifty." Shifty assures in a suave tone.

"Yeah, us and your cousin partied a while ago, remember the shindig with Sedated Titans?" Lifty adds, in an equally suave tone. They were not forcing Mime to walk, rather, when he made a turn they didn't want, they nudged him in the right direction, abusing the excuse 'We know a better route to your tent.' whenever this occured.

"So, what's on your mind, Bambi?" Lifty asks, a grin spreading wide across his face.

In mirror with his brother, a toothy smile rows ear to ear across Shifty's face. The Two let go of mime's shoulders, leaving him to walk away for a moment. Shifty calls to him, "Just make a right here and you'll be at the tent, Carrie White!" Shifty snickers after 'Carrie', and Lifty tugs on a previously unseen string.

An unsuspecting Mime looks up and sees a bucket strung to a horizontal flagg pole, deliver a payload of (he assumed) pig's blood. The Raccoons were watching intently a the blood came down. Time almost seemed to slow down, as the blood pool expanded in mid-air, turning from a liver red to a bright, almost cherry red. Mime gasps, raising his hands above his head. Shifty and Lifty's jaw drop, as the blood is invisibly siphoned into an unseen void.

Shifty closes his eyes, moments later, as the bitter, iron taste of blood came. He is taken back by an odd sensation - water pouring from his mouth. It didn't take the taste or the thickness to tell him it was blood, for Lifty was screaming 'BLOOD IS POURING OUT OF MY MOUTH!', before he could think of what was happening. The two fell to the ground, Lifty gagging, Shifty coughing up blood.

Mime watched awestruck, and in horror, knowing he caused it. Nutty and Russell had watched from across the street.

"Yar, what the hell just happened!" Russell mutters to himself.

Mime frantically danced, swinging his arms everywhere.

"I don't understand lad. Yar." He shakes his head in bemusement. Nutty jitters a bit, and muses ( in his own little way)

"Why don't you stay somewhere until this whole thing is over." He says in an out of character voice.

"Yar understanden him?" Russell spits in shock.

"He is Nick Andros I am Tom Cullen. He is a transmitter I am the reciever. He is the penis and I AM THE AIDS."

"Well then..."

"I's gots the perfect place for you to hide!"

I probably should've told you this at the top, but there are no pairings in this story, just to calm you Phoenix Reece...if you want.

I've got to get over Stephen King, I mean, if you know what you're looking for...