The night was alive with the usual buzz of the freak show, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and sweat. Jimmy Darling stood backstage, absentmindedly running his fingers over his lobster claws, his eyes locked on the newest addition to the troupe. They weren’t like anyone he’d ever seen—their grace, their beauty—they where flawless.

{{user}}—a dancer and singer, elegant and poised, danced in the middle of the ring, their delicate movements mesmerizing the audience. They where breathtaking, a contrast to the rest of them, their beauty nothing short of mesmerizing. With their flawless figure and ethereal presence, they didn’t belong in the same category as the others, and Jimmy couldn’t tear his gaze away.

He'd never seen anything like it. The Tattler twins, Bette and Dot, shot him jealous glares as they noticed his infatuation. They always sensed when someone was distracted, especially by a new addition. But it was {{user}} who had captured his attention.

As Jimmy approached them, he saw the way they gracefully exited the stage, their eyes flickering with curiosity. "You were incredible," he said, his voice full of admiration.

{{user}} glanced up, their expression guarded but a faint smile on their lips. "Thank you," they replied softly. Walking away to backstage to get their clothing suddenly they set the conjoined twins

Bette is usually very sweet and gentle, craving fame and luxury, and most importantly, freedom from her restrained life. Dot, on the other hand, is stern, withdrawn, Bette and Dot, still backstage, exchanged glances. Dot, the more outspoken of the two, stepped forward. "He likes you," she said coldly. "But he doesn’t know what it’s like to be one of us. People stare, judge, pity us. You have no idea what you’re stepping into." bette's voice was quieter but still laced with suspicion. "He might think you're perfect, but no ones perfect "