The Puppet Asylum

Oh, yes, oh yes, that's lovely.

Thank you Mr Pheasant.

Oh, ha! Hello! (CHUCKLES)

I didn't see you there.

Do you fancy a shot of Absinthe?

Or a bit of mother's ruin?

No?

Well, make yourself comfortable

because I have a creepy story to tell you,

about a monster

fighting to become the master of its own destiny.

It all started in 1888

when Jack the Ripper

was roaming the streets of London.

At that very same moment, a woman was about to give birth to a child

who would rewrite the story of monsters...

...and men.

But of whom should she be more frightened?

The baby inside her or the supposed doctor

poised to deliver it.

Oh please, take that away from me.

No, please, please, not me. Not me.

Don't worry my dear this won't hurt a little bit...

...it will hurt...

...a lot.

(SCREAMING)

It's time.

Oh! I think it's coming.

It's coming!(LAUGHING) I don't want it in me.

Help me!

Ah!

Oh.

What is it?

What is it?!

What is it?

Fuck.

I told you not to have that baby.

Fuck!

If you'd like my professional opinion,

I think you should flush him down the shitter.

(LAUGHING)

The man who delivered the monster baby that night was no doctor,

but an infiltrator, he was in fact the evil impresario

of The Devil's Playground,

a struggling freak show whose fortunes he was trying to revive.

Known as The Master,

he was an infamous sorcerer with a sadistic streak.

You know we could never take care of that fucking child.

He's not of our world.

.

You've made your choice.

There's no turning back now.

The child is mine.

And your souls are too.

Jailer, take them down.

Yes Master.

Right, you two come here.

Out!

Who's an ugly little bastard then?

Fucking cry!

V/O: There was fear in this city of monsters,

but one woman saw beauty where others saw only the grotesque.

Read all about it! Read all about it!

Lucy Baxter was her name.

The Master will show off his newest exhibit!

A grotesque monster baby!

Ogle it with your own eyes tonight at the Devil's Playground.

Look James, what's this?

A 'monster baby!'

He's not an abomination, he sounds perfect to me,

like one of us.Yes.

He may be in peril. We must go to him.Yes.

Now.Now.

Read all about it!

Ladies...

...and Gentlemen.

Look into my eyes.

Kalima.

Ombida!

Lazora!

Right, my spell-bound cretins.

Tonight you have paid to witness

one of the most astonishing sights

ever exhibited in Londinium!

Behold.

Revel in the grotesque.

The prize... in my collection.

It's...

...Showtime!

(GASPING)

What is that?

'It's a freak!'

'It's the Devil's child'.

(GASPING)

How is this child controlling me?

Poor child.

'No!'What have they done?

Look James, the Devil's line, just like you.

But, we call it the Line of Kings.

'That is my monster baby!'

(SCREAMING)

I will find you.

I will hunt you down!

(HISSING)

You will be my monster child.

I will call you Otto.

Lucy raised the monster as her own.

And in time rescued more.

But Otto was... special.

16 years passed,

but the Master never gave up his promise to capture him.

For he knew that Otto was in possession of powers,

powers that would reach full strength when he came of age.

Lucy had faced battles at every turn trying to keep her child safe.

And on that day, when the sun was to rise,

it would be Otto's 16th birthday,

and everything would change.

"Happy Birthday To You".

Surprise!

Happy birthday, Otto!

Happy birthday.

Are my birth parents going to the party?

Have they sent a present?

I'm sorry Otto.

Your birth parents have never remembered your birthday.

They have a new family now.

Two daughters.

But we're your family, Otto, and we love you.

Look, why don't you open a present?

Let's start with a big one.

Oh?

I don't remember wrapping that one.

What's that in his mouth?

Did you think you could get away from me?

Well, you can't.

One day your powers will finally be mine.

Who is this from?

What powers?

I don't have any powers.

Otto.

I knew the day would come

that I'd have to tell you about The Master.

I won't be around forever.

In the days that followed, Otto tried to live on as normal.

Excuse me, Mr McManners.