A boy who kills cannot love, a boy who kills has no heart. He was never destined to feel love, but for whatever reason, Dandy chose her. Could she learn to love him?
*ahs freakshow*
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Jimmy Darling sat on his mother's grave, holding an empty bottle of whiskey. Elsa Mars was across the way, still unpacking her bags after another disappointing block on her way to Hollywood. He watched as she stood outside of her tent, smoking and observing the quiet grounds, still wearing sunglasses.
"Ma, everything has gone to shit," Jimmy said. "Ma Petite is gone, Meep is gone, you're gone, Rosalie..." he stopped. "Maggie is dead now, too."
He could hear the pained screams of Richard, or Stanley, who is finally paying for his crimes against their own. Jimmy blocked it out, looking down at the unmarked grave of his mother.
"I don't know what to do, Ma," Jimmy sniffled, "I wanted to protect everybody. I failed you, I failed all the others who are no longer with us..."
"Jimmy, what are you crying about?"
He gasped, stumbling backward as his mother appeared before him, a grim look on her face as he looked at her with teary eyes.
"Ma!"
Ethel rolled her eyes, "It's the second time I've been here to see ya, Jimmy," she scoffed. Her accent was as thick as he remembered. "Its pathetic, seeing you drinking away all your problems instead of solving 'em yourself."
"Ma, I haven't been drinking, I... I'm sober now."
"If you say so. Jimmy, I was never one for violence, but I think you have a bigger problem going on than you realize."
Jimmy frowned, looking at her as she stared down at her final resting place. "What do you mean?"
"You know it's all a bunch of bull! Framing that Chester for all the crimes. Except for Maggie, of course. Couldn't have seen that one coming myself."
"I don't know what to do, Ma," Jimmy sighed, "I don't want her to get hurt."
Ethel sighed, her face softening at the sight of her son. "She is a grown woman. If she is messing with the wrong crowd, she needs to be set straight before anyone else gets hurt."
"They have all of this evidence that Chester killed those women. It's my word against Jupiter, Ma! You know they never liked us. Even after I helped save those kids, the welcome was worn out fast."
"Who said anything about the police?" Ethel asked. "I'm just saying, Jimmy. I always knew you were soft for that girl, not even Maggie was women enough to give you those feelings."
