Frantic Fanfic Stories

Edward's Adventure In The Cybers World

Characters: Spamton, Edward Scissorhands
Writers: Dankle, Sakura and WhoreMad
Rated All Ages

Over the years many things changed in the town that Edward called home for such a short while. However Edward remained unchanged, despite the years marching on he stayed. This was due to him being an artificial man yet a part of him almost wished he grew old only so he didn't have to see the suburbs be torn down for a new town to sprout in its place. The mansion he called home never moved, they didn't even bother to check for life there so he remained. Soon the new town came "Home Town" while it seemed more friendly than that of the town that sat there prior it still frightened him.

But that changed one day when he woke up in a strange place. His body had changed, no longer the torn and cut up leather that he had prior but now human like skin. Along with this his hands were no longer scissors but
instead normal human fingers with
knives attacked to their tips. This
surprised and frightened him greatly
before he checked his surroundings,
he was in an ally way with posters
for a brand of cleaning supply from a
shiny non-human model. Then he heard shambling from behind him in the metal dumpster, and what he could have sworn sounded like a laugh.

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He turned around to see what almost
looked like a broken mannequin. Its
eyes were two different colors, one
was light pink and the other was
bright yellow. The thing grabbed his
shoulder.

"WOW!!! WHAT A [VALUED] CUSTOMER!!! WOULD YOU LIKE TO [HYPERLINK BLOCKED]?!?!" The thing said, making his grip tighter on his shoulder.

"OH! HOW RUDE OF ME!! I AM SPAMTON! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME [PIPIS] KROMER?"

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The quiet boy was frightened from the
little mannequin's yelling, making
him flinch. He felt like running away
from the little chatterbox. Compared
to him, Edward was a man of few
words. His curiosity has peaked by
the idea of socializing with someone
again, but he never felt like he
would ever talk to someone, not after
what happened those years ago. Though he remembered his inventor telling him that it's rude to not respond to someone. Those words he said that day stuck in his brain.
"Remember Edward, questions are
essential in society for many reasons. They help us get to know others better, they help calm concerns others may have, and so on and so on. Now Edward, when someone asks you a question, you should respond accordingly based on how you feel." Edward could get behind all of that! Though the little fella's words made no sense to him.
"WELL [sharp boy]?!? ARE YOU DOING ALRIGHT (champ]!?!" He was asking more questions, this one he could answer! He was feeling terrible, but he remembered one more thing his inventor told him:
"Although in some occasions a simple
answer might be preferred over an
honest one."
All these rules were too hard for
Edward so he quickly answered, "No."
And ran as far as his legs could take
him.

"[hyperlink blocked] BUSINESS HAS
BEEN [$@#%]!!! CAN'T EVEN KEEP A
[sluggo]!!!"