Insanity (Dandy Mott)

Chapter 2

A/N:

I never put a proper warning so here it is:

This story contains cursing, Sexual scenarios, and descriptions of murder. If any of those things bother you please don't read. From now on, This whole story contains explicit content. This story might have blood and gore and mention of self harm or suicide. If any of this bothers you please do not read.

This story will not go exactly how AHS went. This is only a story created from MY imagination. I do not own Dandy or Gloria Mott or any of the members of the freakshow. I do own Veronica and her family however.

Thank you.

// Veronica //

The rain outside was loudly hitting my bedroom window, Though the thunder blocked it out a bit. The lightening flashing through the blinds made me sit up straight. I huff, Punching the bed softly. I've never particularly enjoyed nature. It's the one thing you can't control, Though I've tried many times.

"STOP!" I yell.

Yep. You can't stop it. The rain and thunder and lightening is still here.

I sigh before throwing the covers off of me and walking towards my bedroom door. I swing it open and walk down the hallway, Towards the kitchen. A cold glass of water will do me some good, hopefully.

"Hello, My dear." I roll my eyes as I can feel Nick's breath on my neck. He's standing too close for my liking so I elbow him and then turn around. I can see the old bastard smirking,Though he's hunched over, Coughing.

"My my. You certainly are feisty." He chuckles.

"Just get back into bed with my mother and hump her senseless like you usually do." I roll my eyes. "I've got no time or patience for you tonight. This terrible storm woke me up and I'm quite tired."

"I can't help but feel that you aren't happy with me. You always ignore me and when you're not doing that you're yelling at me." He tsk's and shakes his head. "Your mother must not have taught you how to respect men."

"She did teach me how to respect men. Senseless little boys who call themselves men however..."

"I know your upset that I killed your good for nothing father but I won't be disrespected by you any longer! I'll die before letting you utter another insult!" He yells, His spit landing on my face. I smirk at him. "Okay."

It had happened so quick that it took hours after it happened for me to figure out what had gone on. I'd grabbed a knife that was near by, The largest one there was, And I stabbed him in the eye with it. When he fell down, I wasted no time. I climbed on top of him and stabbed his other eye before removing the knife and stabbing him right in the heart.

I was keeping count until I got to the 17th stab. Then I just forgot about counting and focused instead on how much blood was leaking out of his lifeless body. So much of that delicious red substance.

If I was ever attracted to the sight of that horrible man it was then.

"Stop it! STOP IT!" Mother's voice made me freeze. She was stood in the doorway, Tears streaming down her pale face, Her large brown eyes wide and afraid of her only daughter. I tilt my head at her. I've never seen her wear that expression. It's the best one I've ever seen on her face.

"Are you afraid mother?" I ask standing up. I walk towards her slowly, Wide eyed with a mocking smile on my face. "Are you afraid that you're next?" I whisper. She doesn't answer me. She simply lets out a loud cry before sinking down to her knees, Sobbing.

I roll my eyes at her. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, Leaving a large trail of blood on it, Not that I mind. "Clean this up and find a place for his body." I sigh, Already bored with the situation. Her crying is giving me a head ache.

"H-How?" Her weak voice questions. I scoff. "How did I kill him?" I ask squatting next to her. She shakes her head. "How could you?" She gasps out. "This sight I-it makes me queasy. You should be sick! The s-s-smell."

"Oh mother. I am sick." I laugh. "I've always known that."

She shakes her head, Muttering "No, No, No" Continuously at me. "I WON'T ASK YOU AGAIN!" I yell. "Clean this mess up and get rid of his body." I command. "If you tell anyone outside of this house about this you will be next. I will not rot in prison for this. Stop all that crying too. Your crying face is hideous."

******

"Did it feel good?" Dandy whispers out.

"It was a magical feeling. It was a while before we moved here but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I've never felt anything so good. It made me feel powerful, Like I was on top of the world. And to see my mother on her knees in front of me, Crying endlessly. It was great." I lick my lips. "If that old bitch hadn't gotten my father killed..." I shake my head. "It never would've happened. She's got herself to blame."

"You know sometimes, I think of killing my mother." He tells me. "I've got a plan. First I'll kill Dora. That cow. She's so mean." He huffs. "Mother will take care of her body. Then I'll keep mother around for a while. But eventually...She'll be gone." He smiles in content.

"Sounds like an amazing plan." I nod. "I never thought I'd meet anyone like me."

"Well now you have. You know, It gives me great pleasure to say that I've met someone that doesn't bore me. You aren't like all the other girls mother forces me to chat with at dinner parties. They all reek of too much cheap perfume and their lips are always coated in gloss that smears when they eat. They're all so normal, So boring."

"Well don't expect me to be anything like those barbies." I laugh.