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American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


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Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

{frauleinkunstlerin} Jimmy

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Jimmy was drunk. Drunk off his ass, to be precise. Him and the twins had got into a fight, and they had left to go visit some friends for the evening. He sat in his chair, watching the television. That device was the future, he knew for sure. 

He only got up when he heard a knock at the door. He moved to answer it, bottle of Jack in his hand, and he sees the face of the woman who had been both the God and the Devil of his younger days. He looks at the woman at his doorstep, before shaking his head, slamming the door in her face without a word, and moving to sit back down, not bothering to lock it.

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Where do people go when they have problems they cannot solve on their own? Each normal would ask their friends. But what if the actual problem was that the fact there were no friends left? After Elsa had lost everything she had – including her show, her house and her new husband –, she did not know where to go. Michael kicked her out when he got home, realizing that his wife was drunk again. And now, she was standing there, in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, not even remembering how she got to this house. Jimmy’s house.

The blonde opened her mouth when he came out, ready to explain the reason for her sudden visit, but she never got the chance to do so. Instead, she gasped when he shut the door, rubbing her forehead. “Jimmy, come on, let me in. It’s me. You can’t just ignore me. Bette and Dot would like to see me, I’m sure. And you– you would, too. Open this damn door.”

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