Life On Mars? • Dandy x Reader (and some Jimmy x Reader) (AHS Freak Show)

Chapter Eight

"You're going to be a porcelain doll." Dandy said. "A killer porcelain doll. I'm a killer clown, so I thought we'd match in some way."

"It's... creepy." You used your acting skills to force a fake smile. "In a good way. Thank you for going through all of that trouble."

"You're welcome. Now go shower. You probably smell like a sweaty pig." Dandy walked out. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but it was true. You had sweat a lot during your unconscious spell.

Time Skip

It was about noon when you stepped out of the shower. You changed into one of your new dresses.

You brushed out your hair and decided to let it flow behind you as you walked to the dining room where Dandy sat eating lunch. You gave a small smile to Dandy and sat down next to him.

"I missed you." He said, his hand lightly caressing your cheek. Your face darkened. "I'd trade all of my toys in the world just to be with you."

"I missed being with you, too." You replied, somewhat lying. Sure, he was a brat, but you could tell he had a softer side to him, and you wanted to see it. "Thank you."

"So, when we finish lunch, I want to practice acting with you." Dandy said. "I've always wanted to be an actor, and I want some help with my acting skills."

"Sure, that would be lovely." You smiled. As you spoke, Dora walked into the dining room.

"Oh, hello Miss (y/n)!" She beamed. "Glad to see you back and awake. I need someone who appreciates my cooking." She shot a quick glare at Dandy.

"Thank you!" You said. Dora walked back into the kitchen to prepare your meal.

"God, she can be a pain." Dandy muttered. You turned to him.

"How come?" You asked.

"She says that she only takes orders from Mother because I didn't like the costume she made." Dandy rolled his eyes. "But whatever. I have you, and you're much more entertaining."

Time Skip

After lunch, Dandy brought you to his playroom to practice his acting. He handed you a couple scripts.

"Which one should we start with?" He asked. You looked over the titles. Most of them were Shakespeare.

"How about... this one." You handed him a Twelfth Night script. "Here's a good starter scene." You gave him the script, pointing out the part to start at.

"If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die." Dandy said shakily. He looked at you for reassurance. You nodded for him to keep going.

"That strain again, it had a dying fall. Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more. Was that good?" Dandy asked.

"That was splendid." You lied through your teeth.

You spent the next few hours going over the play. He made you do all of the female speaking parts, and he was getting mad when you were acting it out better than him. By the end of the play, Dandy was noticeably fuming.

"I'm... gonna go do my hair." You spoke quietly as you got up and walked to the door.

You went to your room and put your hair into a braided bun (see image).

Once you finished, you went downstairs for dinner and sat across from Dandy, who glared at you the entire time.

As you ate (favorite meal), Dandy didn't look away from you the entirety of dinner, making you feel very uneasy.

"Is there a problem?" You asked, looking at your plate.

"No." Dandy replied.

"Well, obviously you're mad." You said. "Please, tell me what's on your mind."

"It makes me mad that a penniless freak can act better than someone as affluent as me." Dandy snarled.

"Well, I've had more practice in the past, so that might be the cause." You responded, trying not to throw your drink at him for talking about your money status. "And I certainly believe that money doesn't have anything to do with it."

One of the most unexpected things then happened: Dandy began to cry. It took you a second to realize it, but you noticed the silent tears running down his cheeks.

"I'm such an awful person." He whispered, throwing his napkin onto his plate and leaving, covering his eyes with his forearm like a child.

You instantly felt bad for what you'd said. After a few seconds of silence,
you sighed, put your napkin on your plate and went after him.

When you found him, he was in his room, sprawled out face down on his bed, quietly crying.

"Dandy... I'm sorry if I offended you." You began to rub his back, not sure what to do.

"I'm such a hateful person." Dandy sobbed. "I should've never been born."

"Dandy, don't say that." You said. "You're an amazing person."

Before you knew what was happening, Dandy reached up, grasped your hand and pushed you onto the bed, with him hovering over you. His eyes stared deeply into your (e/c) orbs, looking down at you with what appeared to be lust.

"...And scene." He quietly whispered.