Late one stormy night a wealthy man with the name of Jedidiah Winhelm, rushed to his wife Samantha Winhelm side in childbirth in his gigantic mansion that overlooked a nearby city, the woman was screaming and yelling atrocities as nurses cared for her. She screamed for hours and eventually gave birth to something monstrous. Jedidiah looked upon the child in pure horror. "WHAT DO I EVEN CALL THIS, MY SON, MY SONS, WHAT IS THIS ABOMINATION"!? He screamed, his wife had passed out from the pain and the nurses were desperately trying to aid her as Jedidiah came after the child, holding it high in the air with one leg so everyone could see it's monstrosity, it screeched on the vocal chords of several overlapping frequencies. Both the child's heads became visible for it had two instead of one, two necks joining together at the torso. The nurses screamed in horror as Jedidiah carried the baby out into the rain with the nurses trying to stop him. As he was about to drop the infant abomination into a nearby well, he stopped. The baby or babies cooed softly as Jedidiah fell to his knees holding the baby. "Forgive me my infant misfortune, this was not your fault or I". He held the baby in his hands, the rain poured continually soaking him and the baby, the babies eyes were brown and blue. He could not make heads or tails of the baby's two heads conjoined into one body. Finally he carried the baby back into his home.
Three years had passed, and the baby grew to be a toddler. Both parents looking upon him in shame. Jedidiah Winhelm had to disappear from the public eye becoming a hermit, him and his wife and their "son" had moved away, explaining that there were complications in the child's birth. They raised the baby in descretion and secrecy. They argued more after that each day between the couple was pure hell, throwing plates and chairs, screaming at the top of their lungs at each other, finally Jedidiah grabbed the child with Samantha screaming in anger running after him, Jedidiah locking the child in the basement as the screams continued. The sounds of Jedidiah fighting Samantha became brutal the child grew scared and cried as glass shattered. "YOU'LL DO NOTHING TO HIM, YOU HEAR ME YOU PYSCHO"! Samantha screamed. "ITS RUINED EVERYTHING SAMANTHA, ITS DEFORMED, WRONG, EVIL"! Jedidiah yelled and the sound of Samantha and Jedidiah fighting hand to hand. "NO"! Samantha screamed. "NO"! The scream grew farther and farther away. And the world became quiet. Hours later Jedidiah returned his shirt was covered in blood. He opened the door to look upon the child. He came closer to the child holding a kitchen knife, as the child reached up his arms to his father. "You still think I'm your father"? Jedidiah said, he backed into a corner dropping the kitchen knife crying. The child came to his father's side. Jedidiah cried for hours with the child sitting there eventually he picked the child up. Putting him in the backseat of his car driving off. Ambulance and Police sirens echoed in the distance.
Another hour went by and Jedidiah stopped at a hospital far away from town. Writing something frantically on a piece of paper he opened up the car, taking the small child and leaving him in the parking lot of the hospital with the note. The child however was confused, he began to walk around in circles, both heads huffing and puffing trying to understand each other's existence. They first looked at themselves on the sliding doors of the hospital. One of them moved the right arm poking the other in their eye to which the other let out an uncomfortable screech. This was noticed by doctors walking into the building, they each went up to the child horrified notifying orderlies and other doctors. Soon the child was being poked and prodded at by the doctors, the child cried everyday after that. Eight months went by and the child had grown scared. Unable to talk, caught in a world of things they did not understand. Eventually a kind doctor found them. "This is the condition you leave a child in...fear"? The doctor grew angry at the others for the child's living quarters were in disarray. The doctor came closer to the child "Hi,"? The kind doctor said smiling. The child hid under the dirty blanket. "It's okay, you're safe now" the kind doctor said tapping the mattress. The child came out from under the covers, his two heads bobbing back and forth. "We're going to get you out of here, okay"? The doctor said as police officers entered the room. The child grew scared again. "It's okay, they won't be afraid of you". The doctor said. She then stood walking over the doctor in charge of that floor. "First you're fired, second you're not breathing a word of anything here, security get him out of here". The doctor said and she watched as the one doctor was escorted out. "Is there any file on this child"? The doctor asked. She was then handed a file on the child's health, brain activity, the multiple tests they terrified him with. Malnourished and weak. "This is despicable....you don't remember this is a child"? The doctor grew angry. He then looked at an old piece of paper withered and worn with the amount of hands that touched it, coffee stains lined the paper and the only things the doctor could make out was a poorly written note: ROSS AND REGINALD. TAKE CARE OF THEM AND MAKE SURE THEY NEVER COME LOOKING FOR ME, THEY ARE DIFFERENT AND ALWAYS WILL BE I GIVE THEM TO YOU TO PROTECT THEM FROM MYSELF. After the doctor read the note. One of the officers came to her. "What do you make of "it". He asked. "Not "it" "them". The doctor responded. He picked Ross and Reginald up carrying them away into a new life. Something unknown by either Ross or Reginald.