Dandy when you died and he can't stop thinking about you.

Dandy lay on the sofa in nothing but his underpants, his hand softly running up and down his chest the way you used to.

You had been killed by Elsa Mars, the woman who ran the freak show. Anger washed over his as he picked up the clown mask and put it over his mouth.

"I'll avenge you, (y/n), I promise." He muttered and walked out of the room.