Cynical Sigma is a ghastly cruel showman, ringleader, and master manipulator. Add secret necrotic powers and late night body snatching to boot and you've got quite a spell for a potion of sadistic cruelty.
He takes them from slumbering graves, when...
They awake malformed... flesh rendered to sickening degrees....
And new memories flooding their heads.
The circus of ignorant Freaks.
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•1893 , Midwest America
Sullied disturbed heaps and piles of cold soil lay scattered around a tombstone that read "Edmond Miller, Beloved Husband, Father, Brother, and Grandfather."
The sounds of shoveling away at the grave sight below were heard rustling about underneath the guise of a moonless misty black night. A clutching... overbearing ever-watching hand held a kerosene lamp's light over the dug hole.
Small frail feminine hands gripped the wooded stake of the shovel as the tool's iron head continued to shovel and undercover more and more of the grave's bothered dirt... until a clank was heard as the iron of the shovel made contact with the buried casket. The painted black and white face of the clown-looking girl eagerly peered up at the man whom was holding the lantern. "M-m-master..!" She choked out her words, dirt filled her throat and caused her mouth to become dry.
"Open the casket. Examine the specimen. We haven't got all night, thanks to your slowed pathetic digging."
A rough aged gruff and grimy voice was heard, commanding the younger lass to follow the words given... and she did so without hesitation, knowing she had disappointed him.. yet again.
Her clothing was also clown themed, or perhaps she was more of a sad jester. Her costume was blackened and dark. No vibrant colors to be seen. Perhaps it was sewn this way... to conceal the dirt from her grave-digging expeditions.
With the creaking of the old wood from the buried casket.. the cold dirt was thrown aside as the lid was overturned by the clown girl. Revealing the silently sleeping corpse of a giant man. His biceps in particular were exceptionally extraordinary, and upon gazing at the man they called "The specimen." The clown girl's painted blackened lips were reassured with a smile of relief. She turned her gaze to meet the lantern's light once more, "M-master. This is the t-t-torso.. you require!" To which the shadowing man only responded with a question...
"How is the teeth?" His sinister tone lingered down to the clown girl's ears.
To which, her eyes shifted a bit hesitantly towards the dead man's mouth. An anxious feeling of dread washed over her body and caused a coldness to stiffen her limbs for a moment before she quickly shifted her sight to the lantern's light once more... only to be commanded once again.
