American Horror Story: Freak Show One Shot

"They aint like any other family." Jimmy laughed and slyly put his hands in his pocket as a family approached around the corner. "They're all a bit..."

"A bit like you?" You reached into his pocket and pulled out his more famous than most hand and brought it back out into the sunlight. "Don't be ashamed of your differences, Jimmy. You should be proud of what makes you unique."

"Shame most folk don't see it that way. If I had a nickel for every time somebody looked at me funny for these things, I wouldn't have to work for the show. I can't believe you've lived round these parts all your life and you've never been to see us." He stepped in front to open the door to the ice-cream parlor, you couldn't believe how lucky you were to be going home to meet Jimmy's family.

"I can't lie, I've been curious since I've seen the banners, I just couldn't bring myself to support an establishment that exploits the different." Jimmy pulled his hand from yours and once again burrowed it, making well sure that it was hidden from everybody else.

"Elsa treats us well, don't you worry about that." He said, stepping up to the counter. "One scoop black cherry and one scoop vanilla for me please, and whatever they want." He gestured you forward to order.

"Can I just get a scoop of chocolate please?" The cheery, rosy cheeked man happily agreed to your requests and promptly rang your charges through the till.

"That'll be 15 cents please my good sir." He outstretched his chubby, rounded fingers out to Jimmy who you could see become more uncomfortable as the seconds went by. "I haven't got all day sir. 15 cents... you wouldn't want your partner here to go without ice-cream now would you?"

"No, no of course not." His hand moved around his pocket before emerging with a small collection of coins between his fingers. The server gasped loudly, drawing the attention of most of the patrons. "Look, just take the money, we weren't going to eat it in here anyway." Jimmy dropped the money onto the counter and didn't bother hiding them now that everybody had already seen them.

"I don't want to serve your kind." He pushed the money back towards you and called the next person from behind you.

"Now hold on a minute." You stopped Jimmy as he tried to leave. "We're paying just as much as everybody else. What problem do you have just because his hands don't look like yours."

"I already said, his kind don't have a place in the real world, go back to that tent with the rest of 'em."

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Written by Aaron.